On New Year's Eve, firecrackers rumble.

Qin Mangui and Zou Jingfeng sobered up at home, Zhang Chunxue, Du Qinghan, and Qin Xue were cleaning up in the kitchen, and Qin Kun had to take the children to the streets alone to set off firecrackers.

At the door, smoke filled the streets, children wearing new clothes, running noses, trying to fry everything they could.

Fried drink bottles will cheer.

When the mound is blown up, you will cheer.

The frozen holes in the land will cheer.

Even if you explode shit, you will.

People were carrying several boxes of match cannons, some were thick and thin, and some were thrown to Qin Kun’s feet, and Qin Kun had no choice but to step on them.

"Uncle! Why are you stepping on my match cannon?"

"Why are you blowing me up?"

The children actually just want to see the expressions of adults when they are panicked, just like catching caterpillars to scare their mothers. They are not bad-hearted, but they are also troublesome.

Then another one came across from him, and an older child smiled and said, "Xiao Wang! You haven't run away yet!"

Qin Xiaowang squatted down and picked up the match cannon. Qin Kun was stunned. Is this kid stupid?

He saw Qin Xiaowang pick it up and threw it back: "Brother Meng, give it back to you!"

The match cannon was thrown halfway and it exploded, but the child opposite was scared and went home crying. Qin Kun twitched... It seemed that his son was even more fierce than when he was a child.

Qin Kun picked up a roll of firecrackers, scattered them, ignited them, and raked them with a crackling sound. It seemed like this was the scene.

In the middle of the street, there is Yinggong Temple.

It's been another year since Qin Kun took the child in.

The statue of the man who is in love is still high above, like the plaque on his head - he will respond to all requests.

The ghost messengers were released and found a familiar place. They shouted: "Old Que Sheng, are you still playing mahjong this year?"

Skinning, Hanging Ghost, Xu Tao shouted the loudest. In terms of mahjong, the three of them have the highest level. They peeled the old oil man, and they steal cards and exchange cards without revealing their feet. There is a whole deck of cards hidden in the grass branches on their abdomen. They call themselves the King of Thousand Kings; Hanging Ghost is a technical flow, and changing cards in the void is the basic. I heard that I am inspired by skinning. I invented the underling hidden cards, which can hide thirteen chapters. I often call myself "Hu Dimo", and I have basically never lost cheating. Xu Tao is purely talented, and I can eat, drink, whore and gambling. It is no problem to calculate cards. Although it is a bit worse than the previous two brothers, it is better to calculate what they want. Playing and deliberately pointing cannons is a great choice. The golden partner of the Yin people who play cards.

As the three ghosts shouted, a big belly with a poop appeared, and ten fingers were opened, and four red-cup pieces were clamped, and four whiteboards were clamped, and four whiteboards were neatly placed on the altar.

"Dear ghost friends, let me wait this year! Come on, let's wait until dawn!"

You Ying Gong bit his braid and rolled up his sleeves to the card table. He lost only his pants after playing mahjong for many years. He practiced hard for another year this year, and he would not make up his money if he didn't believe it!

When the three of them saw that the two of them had a condom, they were delighted and they could earn more offerings this year.

Gong Ying and Sangui set up a table, and other ghosts also set up a table.

Several ghost kings and Buddhist ghosts were not in a good mood, and they leisurely savored tea and watched the battle with the old tea fairy.

A group of ghost messengers were released, and Qin Kun gave them a special holiday and said that when they returned to their hometown the next day, they did not need to come with them.

After taking Xiao Wang to burn paper for grandpa, Qin Kun looked at the battle for a while and shook his head and left. These killers had another night of harvest.

The next morning, Qin Mangui rubbed his head, and Zou Jingfeng was in a state of sluggishness. Fortunately, he drank the sobering soup last night, but his head was a little dull.

Today, Qin Kun took on the heavy responsibility of drivers and drove to Qinjia Village.

The car was replaced by Qin Mangui's seven-seater car. Although it was not high-end, it was better than spacious.

When the family of six came to the entrance of Qinjia Village, Qin Ming and Qin Liang had been waiting for a long time.

"Second uncle (second uncle)! Aunt! Brother! Xiaoxue!"

"Sister-in-law and Xiao Zou are here too~"

Qin Ming and Qin Liang were very happy. Qin Kun also looked happy when he saw two brothers who looked like they were looking like. After Qin Mantang's house, Qin Kun brought gifts to his uncle, he looked at his relatives playing mahjong at a table.

Qin Ming and his wife Zheng Zheng took a place, Qin Ming's sister Qin Run, also the biggest cousin, took a place, sister Qin Qing and Qin Ying took a place, and another one was the third uncle Qin Manfu.

"Sister, your red envelope!"

"Erming, Zhengzheng, this is yours."

"Qingqing, Yingying, call me brother, I won't give it to you if I don't call you!"

"Uncle San... don't look at me like that. How could my nephew send me a red envelope? Would you send me one?"

A circle of people was sent out red envelopes, and the atmosphere was coaxed. Qin Run got off the card table and went to the kitchen to help. The elder sister was kind-hearted, but not good at speaking. Her brother-in-law was a soldier and had no father or mother at home. She only had one younger brother to go to school outside. Sometimes the army did not take holidays during the New Year. The elder sister either went to visit her brother-in-law or brought her children back every year.

The eldest sister left, Qin Kun looked at the card table: "Yo, Uncle San, Liangzi has paid a lot of money this year? Are you playing 50 cents or 1 yuan?"

Qin Kun came over and joked.

Qin Manfu said angrily: "It's useless to respect money. When will I get back an old wife? I will be content. Kunzi, you are the eldest brother, don't look for Liangzi!"

Qin Kun sent a cigarette and lit it for Qin Manfu: "Uncle San, don't put pressure on me! Liangzi is now like a slutty, and the girls who like him are lined up now, but Liangzi doesn't like him. What can I do?"

Qin Manfu was overjoyed when he heard this.

That's right. My son is promising now and is mainly a career, so it's not that he can't find a wife.

"You have no choice, can I have a choice?" Although Qin Manfu was happy, he still refused to give in.

Qin Kun spit out a mouthful of smoke: "Big man's career is the most important thing, and I have no objection to Liangzi doing this! If you want to have an opinion, you should raise it."

"Hmph! I have no objection... You should tell your third aunt so that she can't nag in my ears all day long!"

After Qin Manfu mumbled, a circle of people laughed, and he laughed as well.

The atmosphere in Qinjia Village has always been very good. The three brothers from the previous generation are content and happy, and they also bring the next generation of brothers and sisters together. Seeing that the third uncle stopped playing, Qin Kun wanted to find two brothers to go there. Qin Kun asked Qin Xue and Du Qinghan to take the lead.

Mahjong during the Chinese New Year is a family game that connects feelings.

Brothers and sisters who are not usually in contact with each other sit at the same table, chatting about family matters, schoolwork, relaxing and comfortable.

"Qingqing, Yingying, how are you two studying?"

Qin Kun asked with his elder brother's brochure. If I remember well, Qin Qing's senior year in high school last year and Qin Ying repeated the exam, he was not very happy during the Chinese New Year. It seemed that it was due to the pressure. He didn't have time to ask this year.

Qin Qing stuck out his tongue: "Brother, we are fine... My sister is at Nanshan Medical University, and I am at Nanshan Normal University."

"Oh! They are two more college students!"

Qin Kun took out two more red envelopes, but the two sisters shook their heads and refused to accept them.

"Brother, you have given it all... Second brother, third brother, we have given it too. We have enough..."

"What's enough? Take it, don't let yourself down when you go to the provincial capital to study, make more friends, and attend gatherings to gain a lot of experience. There are still many tests in the future world of flowers, and this is all experience."

The two red envelopes were several times thicker than the one just now, and the two sisters blushed and were a little moved.

"Thank you, brother..."

"Don't thank you, our Qin family finally found a few college students, so we have to provide them with them~"

Qin Kun left casually, and the child was playing with Qin Ming's daughter and Qin Run's son. Zou Jingfeng also wanted to go with Qin Kun, but Qin Xue was kept by him as a military advisor. Qin Kun then walked around the village alone.

After the orchard of his father and his three brothers improved, the village chief motivated the enthusiasm of other villagers, and the days in Qinjia Village became more and more prosperous day by day.

During the Chinese New Year, Qin Kun saw a wealthy middle-aged man commanding the road construction from afar.

This is the outskirts of the village. Now that the orchard is formed, the business of the fruit farmers is easy to do, and transportation is still a bit troublesome. The transportation capacity of the dirt road is not enough. The fruits in the back mountain have to be transported to Qian Village by tractors. There are bamboo forests there, and the roads are rugged and difficult to walk. The trucks in Qian Village are subject to transportation capacity, so it has become the key to logging the access road.

"Village Chief, it's the first day of the Lunar New Year, can't you do it after the New Year?"

"No! There is still something happening after the New Year. This period will be over tomorrow at most. I will be quarreling, and I won't accompany my wife and children anymore. What else can I complain about?"

The middle-aged man was dirty all over. It seemed that he had done a lot of work just now. When Qin Kun approached, he smiled in surprise and said, "Uncle Changlin, are you still busy during the New Year?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and laughed: "Kunzi? I haven't seen him for several years!"

Qin Changlin, the youngest son of the Fourth Master’s family, is also the current village chief of Qinjia Village. Qin Changlin is the most promising person in his previous generation. He learned bamboo art knitting when he was young and had his own bamboo product processing factory. He was the first person in the village to buy a car. Later, no one did this, and the young people were unwilling to stay in the village. After the employees could not work, the factory was closed.

Qin Changlin was depressed for a while, and later joined the village committee to do things for the village.

Qin Changlin is not very old and has extraordinary knowledge. Qin Kun's orchard and sales are also thanks to Qin Changlin's advice.

"Uncle Changlin, I have to say this, you are a very busy person."

"Stop this!"

The uncle and nephew chatted for a while. Qin Changlin had heard that Qin Kun had a good life in the city and asked, "Kunzi, other orchards in our village will also bear fruit starting next year. Brother Man Gui said you know a lot of people, so recommend some to uncle."

Qin Changlin was not embarrassed, and he wanted to say something shameless, and Qin Kun patted his chest: "No problem, as long as the village has good fruits that can be taken advantage of, I promise not to sell it at a low price."

Li Chong’s Hot Spring Villa and Chu Qianxun’s supernatural town are all big salesmen, as for fruits, who doesn’t like any better quality? Decorate a fruit plate and squeeze a juice. For them, it means purchasing prices and processing, and the profit doubles. Their traffic in their hands is large, so they are not afraid of not being able to sell it. Even if they are hit, there is no loss. But for the village, it is a stable income.

Qin Changlin was overjoyed, and Qin Kun simply answered, giving him a reassurance.

"Okay! Uncle is waiting for good news."

"Okay, Uncle Changlin, you send the signature fruits of our village to my dad, and you must have the best one!"

Qin Changlin found that Qin Kun seemed to be able to finalize this matter now, and was also worried and said curiously: "Why do you want the best one? What should I do if that variety is average?"

Qin Kun said: "The primary and secondary scores are clear. The best ones are sold and you can sell them in the future! I don't know much about this, but don't worry, what I said is right."

Qin Changlin shrank his head: "What if they don't accept it when they sell it..."

"I'll beat them up."
To be continued...