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The Spring Festival of 1989 came as usual.

This year's New Year's Eve is small, there is no 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month on February 5th becomes New Year's Eve.

After lunch, Wan Feng sat on the kang and distributed red envelopes.

Parents still follow the old rules, 20,000 yuan per person.

Wan Shui Chang happily put the two red envelopes into his pocket, and was immediately attacked by Zhu Min.

"What are you doing with so much money? Take it out quickly."

Wan Shuichang stood up and was about to run, but the door was blocked by Wan Fang.

"Dad! If you give me a thousand, I'll let you go, otherwise you won't even think about going out."

Wan Fang's plot to add insult to injury failed, so she turned around and asked her and her second brother's red envelopes to increase this year, preferably to 20,000.

That was a daydream.

It would be nice for Wan Feng to give her one thousand yuan.

Wan Fang went all out, and followed Wan Feng's ass, wherever you go, I will follow.

This trick has been used several times, very effective.

This made Wan Feng lose his way, so he had to give another thousand yuan to send the plague god away.

My younger brother Wan Jun stayed one grade, and he will take the college entrance examination again in July this year. If Wan Fang fails to pass the exam again, he is going to let him come down and set up a factory to work.

After handing out the red envelopes, Wan Feng wore new clothes and took Wan Jun and Wan Fang to the old uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings to grandma, aunt, uncle, and aunt.

The two of them can get red envelopes when they go, but Wan Feng has to take out red envelopes when he goes.

Who says the world is fair?

Wan Jun and Wan Fang greeted the New Year, and left happily after receiving the New Year's money from grandma, uncle and aunt.

But Wan Feng not only couldn't get the red envelope, but had to give red envelopes to others.

In addition to the old uncle, grandma gave 10,000 yuan in red envelopes, and the uncle, aunt, and old aunt each gave out 3,000 yuan in red envelopes.

The two little guys are five hundred yuan each.

"Where's mine?" Seeing that Dudu didn't have him, the old uncle became anxious.

"You earned me hundreds of thousands a year, and you still want red envelopes?"

"We don't care about official business, but in private, I'm your uncle!" This reason is very loud, but it's still useless.

"Uncle! I'm a junior, and the elders give red envelopes to the younger generation during Chinese New Year."

"Bullshit! That's a kid. What kind of red envelope do you want when you're in your twenties?"

"Then you are in your forties, why do you still care about me asking for red envelopes?"

Anyway, the old uncle didn't get Wan Feng's red envelope after all.

Wan Feng didn't have dinner at the old uncle's house. He came out from the old uncle's house in the middle of the afternoon and planned not to go anywhere. He had a good rest at home and played poker with his father.

Two people have a deck of poker, and one person catches three players and plays three immortals.

Unexpectedly, a group headed by Xu Bin, assisted by Xu Jun, An Boli, and Liu Yong just came to celebrate the New Year with gifts.

"The purple whip didn't ring, what year are you praying for?"

"You will definitely not be at home tomorrow morning. Your family has an old nose in the morning. We only come here because it is quiet now. If not now, when will we come?"

These slickers are actually plausible.

Wan Feng chatted with a few guys for a long time, mainly asking about the income of Xu Jun and the others working on electronic components in the Wahou market.

These four people have been working for half a year, and they haven't made much money, but they have paid back the capital they borrowed from Wanfeng when they started working, and there are more than 100,000 goods at home.

At the beginning, Wan Feng borrowed more than 100,000 yuan alone.

From one aspect, they earned more than 100,000 yuan indirectly in the past six months.

It doesn't matter how much money you can earn.

For young people like Xu Bin and Xu Jun, earning too much money now may not be a good thing. If they can't stick to their hearts, they will easily lose their nature and be immersed in drunkenness and dreams.

Wan Feng just reminded them of these matters. Now they can control themselves, but it's hard to say if they can't control themselves in a few years.

People are always changing, if they can't get better, they can only get worse, it all depends on one's own thoughts.

These people went home to celebrate the New Year at night.

On New Year's Eve in 1989, it snowed unexpectedly in the middle of the night. When Wan Feng walked out of the house early in the morning, the outside was covered with snow, and the vast expanse of white land was extremely enchanting.

Looking at the half-inch-thick snow on the ground, it is impossible to ride a bicycle, so I have to walk with my legs.

Wanfeng is not at home every morning on the first day of the new year, one reason is that there are too many people at home.

When there are too many people, Wan Feng's head will grow big if you talk to him, so it's better to hide yourself.

Another reason is that some people must go to pay New Year's greetings.

For example, my grandfather's house, Zhang Hai's house, is where I want to go, as for Luan Feng's house, I still go to the fourth day of the lunar new year as usual.

Wan Feng first went to his grandfather's house to pay New Year's greetings to his grandparents and uncles.

When passing by Luan Feng's house on the way to grandpa's house for New Year's greetings, this guy and Zhang Xuan were setting off whips.

It wasn't the small whip but the big whip and the double ring. Luan Feng lit a double ring and ran back. Zhang Xuan hurriedly covered her ears with her hands.

After two ping-pong sounds, Luan Fengfei ran to the gate again with Erki in his hand, and looked at Wan Feng frowning at her.

"Would you like to put one in?" Luan Feng playfully shook the second kick in her hand.

Wan Feng wants to cry but has no tears, what's the matter?

After paying New Year's greetings to grandpa, Wan Feng and Zhu Ping went to the uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings, and finally came to Zhang Hai's house.

Zhang Hai knew that Wan Feng would come every year, so he never went out on the morning of the first day of the new year.

After asking each other about the New Year, Wan Feng took off his shoes and got on the kang to discuss some matters with Zhang Hai and Zhuping.

"I have two things to do, and I hope the village and the township can give me some support."

Wan Feng cut to the chase.

Although Zhang Hai still doesn't count in the village, but now he is also a powerful figure in the Wulu Township government, and it is rumored that he will be a secretary and mayor in the next term.

"what's up?"

"One is that I want to build a nursing home, which can accommodate more than a hundred people. I will pay for the construction of the house, and the village will pay for the land. The village only needs to give some subsidies for a year."

"Why did you think of building this? This thing is not a profitable business." Zhang Hai asked suspiciously.

Nursing homes not only do not make money, they are still a thing for Niannian to pay for, and it is also something that is not thankful for effort.

No one will say anything if you do a good job, but there are a lot of people who make irresponsible remarks if you don’t do a good job.

"Uncle Zhang Hai! Don't think about money, okay? Even if you focus on the economy, you can't just think about money. Even if we have money, we should also think about those who have no money. Years ago, I gave my condolences. Let’s take a look at the poor households in our Jiangwei Village. Unexpectedly, in Jiangwei, there are more than a dozen families with nearly 40 people who haven’t even got enough food and clothing. More than two-thirds of them are over 50 years old. Old people without children, some old couples and some alone, have no one to support them, and can only rely on a little subsidy from the government and the village, as well as assistance from relatives, and they need a place to enjoy their old age.”

Wan Feng's words were righteous and stern, and fell to the ground with sound.

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