Chapter 277: 099: Avery happy New Year, a mysteriously strong and foolish tycoon_7
Three adults and a child stepped out of the courtyard with fireworks.
Ni Yang lit the biggest firework.
âBang!â
At its highest point, the firework burst into a dazzling display, one after another, unmatched in radiance.
At this time, no other fireworks could be seen in the village, leaving the fireworks from Ni Yangâs side to captivate many children.
âWow, the fireworks are breathtaking!â
Goudan replied, âThe fireworks are beautiful, but can they compare to my sister Ni Yang?â
âOf course, Sister Ni Yang is the most beautiful!â
In the hearts of these children, Sister Ni Yang was always the prettiest, she could be the sun as well as the moon!
Ni Yang distributed spariders and firecrackers to Goudan and the other kids,
âShall we set off the fireworks together?â
âYes!â
âThankyou, Sister Ni Yang.â
The children all jumped with glee.
Ni Yang held a lit sparkler, darting around with the children in the snow. Her dark eyes reflected brightly, âHappy New Year, everyone!â
âHappy New Year, Sister Ni Yang.â
The light from the fireworks reflected on the laughing faces of the children, and even the adults standing by smiled.
What is Chinese New Year?
This scene before us was Chinese New Year!
After the fireworks display, Ni Yang and the children lit a bonfire in the snow.
They brought stools from their homes, sat by the bonfire, and chatted and laughed together.
In that moment, Ni Yang felt as if she had returned to her childhood.
Before the children left, Ni Yang brought out more than twenty red envelopes from her home to give to the children.
Goudan secretly opened his red envelope.
Wow!
Struck gold!
There was a whole two yuan in there!
The red envelopes from his grandparents and parents combined didnât have this much.
Sister Ni Yang is the best!
No, he must hide it, so the adults wouldnât find out.
But the next morning, the New Year1 s money Goudan had stashed away had disappeared. Angry, he confronted his parents, âDad, Mom, did you take my New Yearâs money?â
Han Xiaoqin grinned, âDonât you need to pay tuition fees when school starts?â
âYes.â Goudan nodded.
Han Xiaoqin continued, âWell, then mom will help you save the money. It isnât safe for a child to carry so much money.â
Goudan: ââŠâ He felt something was off, but he couldnât put his finger on what was wrong.
So, the matter of the New Yearâs money had to be dropped.
Although Ni Yang didnât sleep until the early hours of the new yearâs eve, she got up early the next day.
The breakfast was prepared by Ni Chengui.
The customs in Beijing were different from those in Dam Village. On the first day of the Chinese New Year in Dam Village, they ate dumplings, but in Beijing, they ate noodles with marinated eggs.
However, here the marinated eggs are not called marinated eggs, but ingots.
So, the following dialogue ensued.
âYangyang, how many ingots do you want?â
Ni Yang replied, âI want one.â
Ni Chengui smiled and said, âGood things come in pairs, take two.â Then he ladled two marinated eggs into Ni Yangâs bowl.
Ni Yang: ââŠâ Could she refuse?
The family of three and a guest sat around a table eating noodles.
In front of the village, a black luxury car was parked on the road.
The man in the back seat was holding a red paper and scissors, absorbed in what he was cutting.
After a while, the man put down what he was holding, got out of the car, âYou can go back first, donât come to pick me up this afternoon. Also, cancel all meetings for the next few days.â
âYes, sir.â Morris nodded respectfully.
Watching the manâs figure disappear into the village ahead, Marcus started the engine and left, âMorris, can you guess why Mr. Mog comes to such a desolate place?â
Morris shrugged, âMore than that, Iâm more curious about when Mr. Mog started getting obsessed with folk art.â
He finished speaking and picked up the paper cutout from the back seat.
Although it was Mr. Mog who had cut the paper, Morris still had to say, it was really ugly!
Marcus frowned slightly, âIs that a paper cutout?â
âYes.â Morris nodded.
Marcus rubbed his chin, âCould it be that Mr. Mog underpins local Chinese folk art, hence specially visiting the countryside for research?â
Morris squinted, âVery likely. Everyone is curious about Mr. Mogâs recent whereabouts, right? I think it might be good to let this news out.â
âI agree.â
Mo Qishen didnât anticipate that his simple intention of making paper cuttings to amuse Ni Yang would unintentionally become a trend in high society.
Numerous wealthy heiresses and business magnates, upon hearing that Mr.
Mog was fond of paper cutting, in order to find a common topic with Mr. Mog, started practicing the art of paper cutting at home.
Just after having lunch, Mo Qishen arrived.
Ni Yang had a good reputation in Jinghua Village, and Mo Qishen was very good at connecting with people, so when the villagers saw Mo Qishen going to Ni s family, they had no objections, nor were there any rumors.
Itâs just normal interaction. What, arenât they allowed to have friends?
Mo Qishen entered the house, first paying his New Year greetings to Ni Chengui and Ni Cuihua, and then turned to Ni Yang, âYangyang, are you ready? Shall we leave?â
Before Ni Yang could respond, Ni Cuihua said with a smile, âShe s ready, she s ready. You young people should go out and play.â
âMom, Aunt Ni, weâll leave then.â Ni Yang looked at Ni Cuihua and Ni Chengui. âGo ahead, itâs alright if you donât come back for lunch. Your Aunt Ni and I can enjoy something special at home.â
âSure, sure, off you go.â
Ni Yang followed Mo Qishen and they left the house together.
As they walked side by side, Ni Yang asked unexpectedly, âMo brother, didnât you ride a bike today?â
Mo Qishen explained, âThe Niuwang Temple is on the top of the mountain, so itâs not convenient to ride a bike.â
Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly, âSo we have to walk there?â
Mo Qishen nodded, âSmart.â Before she could respond, he added, âIf youâre worried about being tired, I can carry you. After all, Iâm a bit slow but very strong!â
As Mo Qishen was speaking, he glanced curiously at Ni Yang.
Ni Yang chuckled, âSo, isnât Mo brotherâs nickname Big Stupid?â
Seeing that Ni Yang wasnât angry, Mo Qishen let out a sigh of relief, âYangyang, youâre really smart!â
As long as he could win over his sweetheart, even if he had to work like an ox or a horse, what did it matter even if his nickname was Big Stupid?
Today was the first day of the new year, and there were many people going to the temple to worship. Along the way, Ni Yang met countless people, even some regular customers who often ate at the noodle restaurant.
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