On the first day of the New Year, Miki Kujo got up earlier than usual.

When she went downstairs and walked into the living room, Watanabe Tsubasa was telling Xiaoren about his high school life in Tokyo.

"At that time, the football flew across the entire Kaguchi Stadium, and the camera couldn't keep up!" He held an orange in his hand and gestured an exaggerated parabola.

"Oh" Xiaolian opened her mouth and her little head moved with the orange in Toru Watanabe's hand.

"When it landed!" He stuffed oranges into Xiaolian's hand, "Everyone shouted 'Watanabe! Watanabe!'. From that moment on, your brother, I, is the strongest high school student in the island country."

Xiaolian looked at the oranges holding in both hands.

"Miki, you're up." Watanabe Tsubasa noticed Miki Kujo who was walking in.

"Yes." Miki Kyujo sat on her exclusive cushion.

Xiaolian came to her senses, stood up with her little hand on the table, and her little body bowed obediently to Miki Kyujo:

"We're here to pay New Year's greetings, happy New Year, Sister Meiji."

"Well, happy New Year." Miki Kyujo nodded and returned the gift.

She noticed the red envelope of New Year's money (to be precise, a white envelope) in front of Xiaolian's desk and spread her hands towards Tetsu Watanabe.

Shiro Watanabe gave her half of the oranges she ate, and the flesh was covered with fruit skins, and there were bright green leaves on the peels.

"I'll let you get the money." Miki Kujo said angrily.

Of course, the orange was not returned to Toru Watanabe.

"Money? New Year's money?" asked Toru Watanabe.

"I want to give Xiaolian New Year's money."

"Yes!" If Xiaolian had stupid hair, she would definitely stand up now.

"How much do you want?" Toru Watanabe asked while taking out his wallet.

"One million."

"One one million!" Xiaolian made a defensive posture, as if she was suffering from a powerful shock wave, similar to the expressions and movements of other background characters.

"Where did I get so much cash!" Watanabe Tsuki said helplessly.

"How many do you have?"

Watanabe Shiro counted his poor wallet: "It's only 53,000 yen."

"That's fifty thousand."

Shirabi Toru ignored the serious concept of money, Miki Kyujo, who took out a thousand yen, and because there was no red envelope, he handed it to Xiaolian directly.

"Xiao Lian, this is the New Year's money that Sister Meiji gave you," he said.

Xiaolian was scared back again: "We, can we really accept it? This is a thousand yen, Archer!"

"certainly!"

Xiaolian looked at it for several seconds, looked at Toru Watanabe several times before confirming that she could really accept it.

When she carefully took the 1,000 yen banknotes, she was full of innocent eyes and watery.

"We are moved." She held the thousand yen in her arms, "wept by the thousand yen."

"One thousand yen?" Miki Kujo frowned and looked at Toru Watanabe who was good at making claims, "Not even ten thousand yen?"

"Miki, this place is different from Tokyo." Toru Watanabe put away his wallet, "In Mizawamura, all New Year's money is coins, and one thousand yen has been New Year's money for several years."

The maximum face value of the coin is 500 yen, which is enough to buy a schoolbag and snacks in a small shop in Mianzawamura.

For children and even adults living in Mizawamura, the amount of New Year's money Tokyo gives is unimaginable.

As for the vast majority of people who live in Tokyo's "Chionada" or "Ministry of Minato" that Queen Kujo casually said, they probably don't dare to think about it, right?

"Miki is up?" Watanabe Zhi walked in with a rice cake, "Happy New Year!"

Miki Kyujo got up and bowed beautifully toward Jesu Watanabe:

"Happy New Year, Mother."

Watanabe Zhi was stunned, then smiled happily, and said again: "Happy New Year!"

Sitting in the quilt, holding his hands behind his body, Toru Watanabe watched this scene lazily.

"Miki, this is giving you New Year's money." Watanabe took out a white red envelope from his apron pocket.

"Thank you, mother." Miki Kyujo saluted again and took it with both hands.

Put down the rice cake and Watanabe Zhi noticed Xiaolian holding a thousand-yen.

"Xiao Lian, what is this?" she asked.

"The New Year's money given by Sister Meiji!" Xiaolian replied.

"That's it, did you say thank you to Sister Meiji?"

"Yeah!" Xiaolian's body shook, "We forgot!"

Then, she quickly closed her feet together and bowed respectfully to Miki Kyujo respectfully:

"Sister Meiji, thank you very much. We will always remember you."

""

I use the Iwate Prefecture dialect, and the respected words are also very good. Well, it just looks like the words are not very good.

When the atmosphere was a little awkward, Rin Kiyono also walked into the living room with the rice cakes.

While the five of them were having breakfast, Toru Watanabe asked: "Mom, where is my dad?"

"I'm still sleeping in."

After dinner, the five sat and chatted, listening to Tsuke Watanabe continue to brag about his rosy high school life.

There was a New Year program inexplicably, thinking that it was enough to create a noise feeling.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm getting up late." Shirooyu Watanabe walked in embarrassedly.

"Uncle (father), Happy New Year." The two girls and a young girl congratulated each other in unison.

“Happy New Year, Happy New Year.”

When Shigeruo Watanabe sat down to eat rice cakes, a phone default ringtone rang during the meal.

Miki Kyujo took out her cell phone and answered the phone.

Xiaolian stared at her phone, which was a style she had never seen before.

After Miki Kujo put down her phone, Toru Watanabe asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

He heard that opposite the phone was a robot Jingliu.

"The thing I bought is here." After Miki Kujo said that, she stood up with an inviolable aura, "Father, can you please come out?"

"Ah, OK." Shinsuo Watanabe wiped his mouth, "Do you need to move things?"

"No." Mihiko Kujo walked out of the living room, "I bought you a car."

""

Watanabe Zhi said in surprise, "Oh" and covered his mouth with his hands.

Shirooyu Watanabe came back to his senses and said quickly: "How can this work? How can I accept your gift? Isn't this?"

"You should also need to stamp the seal, please get it quickly." Miki Kujo said very politely, using honorific words, but she could not refuse the tone of order.

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Shirooshi Watanabe had never seen such a strong person in his life, nor had he been sent to a car. He stood there stupidly and didn't know what to do.

"Dad, I've bought it all, go get the seals quickly," said Toru Watanabe.

He was also shocked.

"But" Watanabe Tsuyoshi hesitated.

"For Miki, a car is not worth a lot of money." Watanabe Tsuki continued to persuade, "She is an acquaintance who is not a friend. The first time she met me, she knew I was her boyfriend, so she wanted to give me a Lamborghini."

"Don't accept other people's gifts!" Watanabe Zhi had not yet come back from his surprise, but the lesson in his mouth blurted out based on instinct.

"I know, I didn't go to get it." Watanabe Tsuki responded and urged: "Dad, go quickly, don't let someone wait."

"Oh, OK."

When Watanabe Yoshio left the living room, he always felt a little happy.

Perhaps in fear, anxiety, and surprise, he prayed in his heart that it would be a BMW, which was Watanabe's father's dream.

‘Dad, how can you fight against the erosion of capitalists like this!’ Shiro Watanabe complained in his heart.

"I'll go and have a look." Watanabe Zhi was worried.

"We have to see too!" Xiaolian ran out, and the floor was stomped.

Toru Watanabe retracted his gaze and took the fast persimmon cake.
To be continued...