Song Taigong's house, in the middle hall—

Smoke was shrouded in smoke, and on top of a Taishi Chair was the ancestor of the Song family, Song Taigong, wearing a long maroon coat with the words "Shou" as big as a bowl of embroidered on the fabric.

This kind of clothes are generally worn by people who have lost their lives, which is what people often call "sweat clothes". Most people don't know how to wear them, which makes them look unlucky, but it's different when worn by Song Taigong. Not only is it not unlucky, but it is also very happy, because he is 89 years old this year, which is the barrier to "annihilation of the King of Hell". Wearing this piece of clothes can confuse those cow heads and horse faces, and maybe it can increase blessings and longevity and live a few more years.

At this moment, Song Taigong sat upright, with a gray beard, white hair on his head, a thin face, and a vigorous spirit, looking very grand.

Behind Song Taigong is a long incense table, carved from pear blossoms and wood, with the Eight Immortals engraved on it. On the incense table are the tablets of the Song family's ancestors and statues of the Three Pure Divine Spirits.

This was not allowed before, because of feudal superstitious thoughts. When the Four Olds were destroyed, the ancestor tablets of the Song family were almost burned. It was Song Taigong who risked his life and death and hid these ancestor tablets in the "sweet potato cellar" where he stored food at home, and then escaped the disaster.

Now, Song Taigong is old, but he has a lot of children and grandchildren, becoming the living ancestor of the Song family. No one can replace this kind of glory.

Song Taigong sat down, and the others lined up according to their generation, holding gifts in their hands, and came forward one by one to kowtow to Song Taigong to wish him a happy new year.

"Old brother, I wish you a hundred years of long life. Song Laoliu wishes you a happy New Year!" An old man presented two bottles of good wine in his hand.

"Dad, my son Song Jianguo kowtowed to you all the time!" Song Jianguo put the new clothes prepared early in the morning on the table next to the grandfather.

"Hello, grandson Song Jianren kowtowed to greet you!" As Song Taigong's relative grandson, Song Jianren presented a handful of pastries that were made into a longevity peach.

Everyone came forward like dumplings, kowtowed to Song Taigong and gave gifts.

Song Taigong was also well prepared, and everyone liked by juniors. Everyone had red envelopes. When they opened it, the red envelopes were also divided into grades. The lowest one was only one yuan, followed by two yuan. Some were closer or more liked by Taigong. When they opened it, they even cost five yuan. Some were particularly likable and could even receive ten yuan.

Those young people who were about the same age as Song Zhichao had already kowtowed to the grandfather and greeted the New Year.

One of them received a red envelope of ten yuan, two received a red envelope of five yuan, three received a red envelope of two yuan, and the other four girls were all one yuan red envelopes - it can be seen that Song Taigong is more "preferring boys over girls" and has a serious feudal idea.

Song Zhichao was at the end of the team, and soon it was his turn to play.

Before going on stage, his father Song Haiming pulled Song Zhichao aside and muttered a few words, saying, "The general idea is how to speak well and to please Taigong."

Although Song Zhichao was not concerned about this, in order to make his father feel at ease, he still agreed and promised him to speak well.

While speaking, someone called Song Zhichao's name. Song Zhichao knew that it was his turn.

Song Zhichao stepped forward and looked at Song Taigong who was sitting high above the chair, who looked like an antique, and said with a smile: "Grandson Song Zhichao, I wish you a happy New Year and all the best!" Behind him was a series of auspicious words and good words from Song Haiming, and Song Zhichao also said them all.

To be honest, Song Taigong still has some impression of Song Zhichao, the younger generation. The main reason is that his son is often compared with Song Haiming, while his grandson Song Jianren is often compared with Song Zhichao. After comparison, Song Taigong cares more.

At this moment, the ears were all about the good words and auspicious words that Song Zhichao said. It is undeniable that Song Taigong felt very comfortable and happy when he heard it, but soon he became unhappy because he saw the gift presented by Song Zhichao.

To be precise, it was a gift carefully prepared by Song Haiming - a pair of old cotton shoes embroidered with the word "Feng" and was sewn by his wife Wang Jinfeng for Song Taigong.

Such a gift seemed very meaningful to Song Haiming. After all, it was sewn by his wife one by one, but in the eyes of Song Taigong, it seemed very shabby.

"You are A Chao. I heard your father say you went to work in the south. When will you come back?" Song Taigong asked politely.

"I just arrived home yesterday." Song Zhichao said.

"I've just come back- I came back to see me, I'm interested."

"I should wish you a happy New Year to your third uncle," Song Zhichao was neither humble nor arrogant.

Grandpa Song smiled and said, "Very good, come and get the red envelope!" As he said that, he took out one of the prepared red envelopes and handed them to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao took it and stepped down.

Song Taigong never looked at him again, and the atmosphere seemed very cold.

As soon as Song Zhichao retreated, the man named Song Jian brought people around, "Achao, take apart and see how much Taigong gave me!"

Song Jianren was the only one who received a 10-yuan red envelope just now. You should know that in this era, ten yuan is not a small amount. Being able to receive such a large red envelope can be considered "more pampering". At this moment, Song Jianren was even more proudly provoking.

Song Zhichao smiled and said nothing. Fighting wits with these people was simply a reduction in IQ.

Song Jianren and others thought that Song Zhichao was worried about face and was embarrassed to take it apart, so they even started to cheer: "It doesn't matter, everyone has taken it apart-you have less, and no one laughed at you!"

Song Zhichao was even more lazy to pay attention to them - he couldn't pick up something worth more than ten yuan when he fell on the ground, so how could he take it seriously?

Song Zhichaoyue was silent, and the more excited the Song Jianren's group became.

"Display it apart and see how much love for you by the grandpa!"

"Yes, don't be embarrassed, we won't laugh at you!"

"They are senior workers working in the south, and they may not care about this little money at all."

"Disconnect it—!"

Seeing that Song Zhichao was still unmoved, Song Jianren stepped forward and snatched the red envelope from Song Zhichao and threw it to someone next to him: "Display it open and see!"

Song Zhichao didn't expect that Song Jianren would take action, so he was a little unhappy and his face turned gloomy.

If it were those senior officials of the Song Group, or the big politicians who knew Song Zhichao, they would be frightened when they saw Song Zhichao's expression, and they would be afraid that they would not even dare to breathe.

Unfortunately, Song Jianren and others didn’t know about this. They were having fun with the red envelopes at this moment - the red envelopes were opened.

Finally opened.

Not to mention that Song Jianren and others who are looking for trouble are curious, even the girls of the same age gathered around to see how many red envelopes the handsome Song family brother (brother) received.

Open the red envelope—

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

I saw that the red envelope was not ten yuan, not five yuan, nor two yuan, but just one yuan!

That's right, it's one yuan - one yuan that only girls receive!
Chapter completed!