"Sister-in-law, you are too polite. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Don't we neighbors have to help each other?" Shen Wanniang has grown up so much that she can't bear the most gratitude from others.

"Hehe, you're right, you're a smart guy, and I'll just hang out with you from now on!"

The carriage was fast and we soon returned to Qingquan Village.

Shen Wanniang and Ma Yulan went back to their respective homes.

"How's it going? Mom, you're finally back." As soon as she got home, Xiaoyue'er clung to her, "Daddy and brother have been studying, it's really boring."

"You, it's a good thing to study more." Shen Wanniang poked the tip of Xiao Yue'er's nose.

The gift box that Zhu Ziwang and his wife gave her fell out.

"What is this?" Xiao Yue'er took it over curiously and opened it with a twist. "Hey, mother, why do you put dried radish in such a beautiful box?"

"What kind of radish?" Shen Wanniang turned around and took a closer look.

She was also stunned.

What kind of dried radish is this? This is clearly a dried ginseng.

Although this ginseng is not big, it has many horizontal stripes on its surface, which makes it look like a top-grade ginseng.

Mrs. Jin also said it was a small gift...

It was the first time for Shen Wanniang to receive such a valuable thing. She felt uneasy and went to Huo Junan to explain the matter.

After hearing this, Huo Junan said, "In this case, they should be really grateful to you. Judging from their attitude, they will not allow you to send it back."

Shen Wanniang thought about it, "Then I'll accept it and keep it. This ginseng is a good thing, and it can be a life-saving thing in times of crisis."

Especially ancient ginseng grows naturally, and its value is incomparable to those of modern ginseng.

"Yeah." Huo Junan also agreed.

Shen Wanniang put away the ginseng without even telling the two little devils at home.

She locked up the ginseng and kept it in a very secret place.

Ma Yulan returned home and was even more busy making pickled eggs.

The weather is so cold that even craftsmen such as bricklayers and carpenters have no place to earn money.

So Gouzi's family worked together and made a small vat of salted eggs in a few days.

With this deal, Ma Yulan's status in the family has skyrocketed.

Sometimes when Shen Wanniang walks by her door, she can be seen yelling at Gouzi Daddy, and Gouzi Daddy enjoys it just as much.

Time passes quickly.

In a blink of an eye, the day of New Year's Eve has arrived.

The entire Qingquan Village became beaming with joy. Every household smelled of roasted chicken and stewed meat, and green smoke curled up from the chimneys.

Children set off firecrackers outside, women prepare New Year's dinner at home, and men carry ladders and paste Spring Festival couplets at the gate.

However, there are not many literate people in the village. Many families cut their own red paper and find someone who can write to write the Spring Festival couplets.

Huo Junan had studied for two years and his handwriting was pretty good, so he was the main force in writing Spring Festival couplets every year.

The Huo family has finished posting the Spring Festival couplets, and many neighbors outside are coming in asking for help.

How could he refuse such a thing? Huo Junan could only grind out ink and write it down one by one.

Shen Wanniang served these villagers warmly by serving melon seeds, peanuts and hot tea from time to time.

When there are more people in the room, chatter begins.

"By the way, our Jun'an family is different this year than in previous years."

"Yes, look at it, the home and the outside are so nice, so exciting!"

"Have you seen that the main thing is that Sister-in-law Huo is different? She is really good-looking and virtuous now."

"What, Er Fatty, do you want to get a wife?"

"Hahaha." Everyone laughed.

The second fat man was not annoyed at all, "I want to find a wife, so why don't you find her for me?"

"You guys, you can't write Spring Festival couplets, but you still start a fight with someone because they're fat."

The curtain outside was lifted, and Zhang Cuihua came in holding two twins, one on the left and one on the right.

When Shen Wanniang saw it, she quickly took over one of them and said, "Sister-in-law Zeng, why are you here alone? You didn't let A Tao A Niu hold the baby for you."

"The ones who gave birth are all white-eyed wolves. I can't count on them, so they all went outside to play."

People gave their seats to Zhang Cuihua, and she sat down and took out a stack of cut red paper, "Jun'an, I'm here to ask for some good Spring Festival couplets. Write some good ones for us this year."

Huo Junan nodded quickly, "Okay, wait until I finish writing this one."

After writing a piece, put it aside to dry.

The person who requested the Spring Festival couplets quickly thanked me and said, "Thank you for your hard work, brother Jun'an. I'll treat you to a drink tomorrow when I'm free."

"Sister-in-law Zeng, what do you want to write?" Huo Junan unfolded Zhang Cuihua's red paper.

"Just watch and write. Anyway, I don't know any of the characters."

Huo Junan thought for a moment and was about to write when he suddenly heard a sound outside.

It was Uncle Niu from the same village who came in angrily.

Uncle Niu was old, so everyone got out of the way.

"Uncle Niu, what's wrong with you?" Shen Wanniang asked in disbelief as she coaxed the little girl in her arms.

"Humph, it's not your mother-in-law!" Uncle Niu was very angry, "You said that we all live in the same village. After so many years, didn't we always ask people from our village to write Spring Festival couplets every year?"

"Did you go to his house?" Zhang Cuihua asked.

"My house is next to the Li Zheng family. I originally asked my grandson to come to Li Zheng's house to write, but it turned out that there were quite a few people in the Li Zheng family. I thought we would have to queue for a long time, so I asked my children to come to your Huo family. He doesn't even have children. Do you know which Huo family has gone to find Song Youzhi?"

The Erpang frowned, "Song Youzhi studied and can write. I saw someone writing at his house when I just passed by."

"If you can write, you can write. When our grandson came to his house and mentioned it, Mrs. Wang said, pens and ink are all bought with money. These Spring Festival couplets can't be written in vain. My grandson asked Now, a Spring Festival couplet requires an essay, people said, it costs five essays!"

When Uncle Niu imitated Wang's example, Zhang Cuihua became angry.

"A couplets cost five cents, so no one can put up a few with the word "blessing" on them. With her algorithm, she can't even get more than twenty cents."

"No, you can buy pork for more than 20 yuan."

"Who says it's not the case? It's not impossible to say that you want to make a few cents, but you are a lion." Uncle Niu became more and more angry as he spoke, and slapped his hand on the table.

Huo Junan stopped him and said, "Uncle Niu, don't be angry. It's just that you can't write it over there. I'll write it to you the same way."

"You said they were both raised by your father, so why is there such a big difference?" Uncle Niu sighed.

"A father must have a surname." Zhang Cuihua hummed, "Song Youzhi's surname is Song, not Huo."

"You're right, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and mice's sons can make holes."

"This Mrs. Wang and her son are really becoming more and more unauthentic."

"I'm still talking about it." Another person said: "A few days ago, I was carrying water outside. I didn't mean to. I dropped her old bucket and it was not broken. This old lady asked me to compensate her.

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"Hmph, I will never step in his door again in this life." Uncle Niu snorted.

"Uncle Niu is right. She is not an honest person. When we celebrate the New Year tomorrow, we won't go to her house."
Chapter completed!