Chapter 284: A festive atmosphere

I still remember Han Songcai's extremely depressed face. After working hard all night, all the cards were gone. People who play cards know this feeling, it's really bad.

It's like working hard for half your life, only to return to the pre-liberation era and have nothing.

Han Songlin didn't bother to ask Han Songcai how much he had lost. There was no need to; Han Songcai should be able to handle the money.

On the way home, Han Songlin gave a ride to Han Zeke's grandmother and Han Zeke, while Zhang Suyun rode in Han Songcai's car.

Han Songcai had earned a lot of money recently, but he didn't want to save it all.

With some extra money, he bought a car.

On the way back, it was a mighty procession, along the concrete road to the highway.

Liu Yuyan was sitting in the passenger seat, and through the rear-view mirror she noticed the car following behind, which was Zhang Menglan's.

'Songcai lost a lot today, and Zhang Ju won.' Liu Yuyan had been sitting next to him playing cards earlier, so naturally she knew a lot about what was going on.

Han Songlin looked in the rearview mirror and saw the four little ones chattering away.

Han Yufei, who could barely speak clearly, also joined in the noise.

'Zhang Ju is acting a bit strange today, he hasn't even come over to talk to me!' Han Songlin remembered that when he had just met Zhang Ju, the man had called him Han Crazy.

It was obvious that he was greatly dissatisfied with Han Songlin.

Liu Yuyan hadn't really noticed this, but instead she talked about something else: 'It seems that Zhang Menglan paid for the opera troupe today.'

It's true that this production team is quite something.

They have some talent.

Han Songlin didn't say anything, but people like Chen Yinghua and Zhang Menglan are quite something.

A lot of people didn't come to the opera today. They were just saying that Team 9 has good feng shui.

Otherwise, how could they produce talent?

Han Songlin was a little surprised: 'Really?'

'Well, I heard it from Sange,'

Han Songlin really didn't care much about this matter. This time, the organisation was organised by the team; every household had to pay some money, not much, just 20 yuan per household.

For low-income households, they didn't have to pay.

Han Songlin himself gave 50,000 yuan directly and also provided some wine.

Why didn't Han Songlin say anything and just give the money, so that everyone could eat and drink for free?

The reason is simple: it's very insulting to ask people to eat and drink for free.

What, just because you have money, you can insult everyone?

Everyone paid, and Han Songlin had better financial conditions, so he gave a little extra, and no one said anything.

On the contrary, people could talk about how good you are. This annual event, where everyone gets together for a meal, can also be said to strengthen everyone's feelings.

'It's good that people can afford to pay. It shows that they approve of you and that they consider themselves part of Team 9.'

Liu Yuyan looked deeply at Han Songlin. Was it really because of that?

No matter how you look at it, people are with you because of you!

Liu Yuyan naturally didn't say this out loud, but just thought it in her heart.

Han Songlin dropped off Han Zhe and Han Zhe's grandmother at the north gate. Later, Han Songqing should be back on his motorcycle.

After parking the car, she looked at the bright light on the first floor and knocked on the door to say hello to her parents.

When she got home, Han Songlin went straight to the sofa. It was nice to be at home!

You can do whatever you want.

Liu Yuyan called Han Ting and asked her to put her shoes away.

As for Han Yumeng and Han Yufei, they followed their sister's example.

Nodding with satisfaction, Liu Yuyan felt that she was quite good at educating her children.

They returned just in time for the Spring Festival gala to begin.

Liu Yuyan took out the peanuts, melon seeds, candy, and other things she had prepared earlier.

Later, Liu Mingcheng and the others came up as well. The family sat on the sofa, watching TV while chatting for a while.

When it was past nine o'clock, Liu Mingcheng and the others went downstairs.

The three little ones were getting sleepy, so Liu Yuyan settled them down for a nap.

Liu Yuyan happily leaned against Tang Yan and watched the TV, laughing out loud from time to time.

As for Han Songlin, he found that this year's Spring Festival Gala seemed really good.

Teacher Zhao Lirong's quite classic sketch 'So Packaging' was performed for the first time this year.

At this time, the stage was not as high-tech and dazzling as it would be in the future, but the performances on the stage were very good.

You could tell by the constant laughter of Liu Yuyan and Tang Yan.

As the New Year's bell tolled, the sound of firecrackers came from outside the window, loud and lively.

The fireworks illuminated the entire night sky, reflecting off each other, so beautiful.

'So beautiful! Next year, let's buy some fireworks and set them off, too?'

Han Songlin: 'Sure!'

In the city, after a few years, it is no longer allowed to set off fireworks.

Indeed, during the process of setting off fireworks, it is too easy to cause a city fire.

As for how it happened?

This point needs to be discussed at length. Basically, all dangers come from self-righteousness.

And in this society, there are never a lack of self-righteous people.

Some places are simply not suitable for setting off fireworks, and if they are still set off, it is no wonder that there are problems.

'Tomorrow night, we can go back to the countryside and set off fireworks!' Han Songlin saw many people selling fireworks and firecrackers in the street.

There was no one to manage them, and there were no designated sales points.

The next morning, of course, they had dumplings for breakfast.

Han Ting didn't like dumplings and resolutely refused to eat any after eating one.

Han Songlin understood and told her to eat the candy egg.

To be honest, Han Songlin didn't really like dumplings either.

During the Spring Festival, the city was not lively, and it even seemed a bit boring.

Many shops on the street had closed down, so it was impossible to buy anything.

Nowadays, many situations are the complete opposite of the future.

Liu Mingcheng and the others went back to the countryside.

Liu Yang didn't really want to go back, so he followed Han Songlin and the others to the temple to have fun.

During the Spring Festival, there were many tourists in the temples.

This was especially the case for the famous temples in Chuanzhong.

Han Songlin seemed to have been here last year too, and it had changed quite a bit since then.

After the county had some money, they carried out some repairs on the temple and built some new buildings and things.

On the second day of the New Year, Tang Yan said to Han Songlin that she wanted to go see her mother.

Han Songlin was taken aback. To be honest, he had almost forgotten about such a person.

'Go ahead, and take her something from home.' Han Songlin also gave Tang Yan some money, so that she could fulfil her duty as a daughter.

'Thank you, Uncle!'

Han Songlin couldn't help reaching out and messing up Tang Yan's neat hair, and laughed, 'Don't blame your mother, she's also a pitiful person!'

Tang Yan nodded seriously: 'I don't blame her, I have to thank her. If she hadn't given birth to me and raised me, there would be no me in this world; I would never have met you!'

Han Songlin was silent for a long time, and then he laughed, 'I'm relieved that you can think like that!'

Tang Yan was stronger than she had imagined, which was undoubtedly a very good thing.