Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

After arriving home, Wang Xiuying moved her belongings inside and began to tidy up.

"Mom, Xiaoya and I are going to town again," Yang Fan said. "To buy some firecrackers."

"Okay, come back soon."

The car drove out of the village again.

On the way, Yang Ya suddenly spoke up: "Brother, I have a request, but I don't know if I should say it."

Yang Fan laughed: "Xiaoya, go ahead and say it. We're siblings, why are you being so polite?"

Yang Ya bit her lip: "Brother... could you buy more firecrackers?"

"You have no idea how envious I was of those who could set off firecrackers when I was a kid..."

"Our family only sets off a few firecrackers during Chinese New Year; we've never set off fireworks. Especially during New Year's Eve dinner, and in the early hours of the morning, when I see other people setting off fireworks, you have no idea how envious I am..."

She paused, her voice lowering:

"I want to buy some small fireworks that I can play with... rockets, Gatling guns... I want to buy some of them."

Yang Fan tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

He understands.

He understands everything.

He used to envy it when he was a child.

Every New Year's Eve, while watching the firecrackers going off in his uncle's yard and the fireworks in other people's houses in the night sky, he and his sister could only stand at their own doorstep and watch.

They never asked for it.

Because I know my family's circumstances are not good, and I know my parents have had a hard time.

Childhood regrets are like a thorn, always poking into my heart from time to time. Now that I have the opportunity, of course I want to make up for it.

"Xiaoya," Yang Fan's voice was gentle, "I made money this year, let's buy more and have a good celebration when we get back."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Buy as much as you want today, I'll buy it all."

Yang Ya's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"real."

The car drove to the area in town that specializes in selling firecrackers.

The scene here was even more lively. Stalls of all sizes were filled with all sorts of firecrackers and fireworks. There were bright red string firecrackers, trays of large red fireworks, snap pops and friction firecrackers for children, and fireworks of various shapes: Gatling guns, peacocks spreading their tails, and golden jade filling the hall...

Yang Fan parked the car and walked into the largest stall with his sister.

"Boss, how much are the firecrackers?" Yang Fan asked.

The boss was a man in his forties. His eyes lit up when he saw Yang Fan's car arrive.

"Young man, what do you want? We have firecrackers with five thousand or ten thousand shots. We also have small and large fireworks, whichever you prefer."

Yang Ya excitedly started picking: "Brother, I want two of these Gatling guns! This peacock spreading its tail feathers is beautiful! And this one, 'Abundant Wealth,' the name sounds lovely!"

"Okay, take it." Yang Fan waved his hand.

Next came hanging the whips.

"Boss, give me ten sets of ten thousand rings," Yang Fan said.

The shopkeeper was taken aback: "Ten strings? Young man, are you sure? This string isn't cheap..."

"Yes, I'm sure." Yang Fan answered readily. "And do you have those big fireworks, the kind that go up into the sky and spread out really wide?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The boss quickly pointed to the large box next to him:

"These are 268 yuan each. They can shoot over 50 meters high, and spread out in a diameter of over ten meters. They're really beautiful!"

"Ten, please," Yang Fan said.

"Brother!" Yang Ya tugged at his sleeve, "This is too much..."

"Not much." Yang Fan patted his sister's head. "Our yard is big, so we can relax."

The boss had already started calculating the bill, his fingers flying across the calculator:

"Ten strings of firecrackers, each costing 120 yuan, totaling 1200 yuan... Two Gatling guns, each costing 80 yuan... and these miscellaneous little fireworks..."

Finally, he looked up, his face beaming with smiles:

"Young man, that's five thousand four hundred and sixty in total. Since you bought so much, I'll round it down to five thousand four!"

Yang Fan nodded and was about to scan the code when a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Brother Fan?"

Turning my head, I saw a young man in his early twenties who looked somewhat familiar.

"You are... Xiaoqiang?" Yang Fan recognized him; he was Uncle Li's son from the village, a few years younger than him.

"Yes, it's me!" Xiaoqiang stared wide-eyed at the mountain of firecrackers and fireworks piled up on the stall. "Brother Fan, you bought so many?"

"It's Chinese New Year, it's all about having fun," Yang Fan said with a smile. "Are you buying something too?"

Xiaoqiang was carrying only a string of 5,000 firecrackers and two boxes of snap pops.

He smiled a little sheepishly: "I just bought a little something... unlike you, Brother Fan, who's so generous."

Yang Fan patted him on the shoulder: "Take your time, you'll be able to buy this much in the future."

Just then, several villagers passed by and, seeing the pile Yang Fan had bought, gathered around.

"Oh my, Xiao Fan, are you having a fireworks display at your house?"

"Buying so much must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"The Yang family is really going to have a proper New Year this year!"

Yang Fan responded politely and paid by scanning the QR code.

The shop owner grinned from ear to ear: "Young man, you bought so much, I'll deliver it to your door! Your car can't hold it all."

"Thank you for your help, boss."

"No trouble at all! It's nothing!"

The boss called over a small truck and loaded the firecrackers and fireworks onto it.

Yang Fan left his address and drove home with his sister.

When I got home, the delivery truck had already arrived.

Workers carried the load down the hill in trip after trip, and soon a "small mountain" of loads piled up in the yard.

Wang Xiuying came out of the house and was startled by the sight: "My God! You bought so much?!"

Yang Jianguo also came out, and frowned as he looked at the yard full of firecrackers and fireworks:

"How much money will this cost? It's such a waste..."

"Dad, let's not waste it," Yang Fan said. "It's Chinese New Year, it should be lively and festive."

Yang Ya squatted in the yard, excitedly examining the small fireworks:

"Mom, look at this! A Gatling gun! It can fire continuously! And this one, a peacock spreading its tail feathers, it looks so beautiful when it's deployed!"

Seeing her daughter's happy expression, Wang Xiuying swallowed the words she was about to say.

She sighed and shook her head: "You guys..."

Just then, the door next door opened.

There are three families in their courtyard: his uncle's family, his family, and his other uncle's family.

Uncle Yang Jianye came out and was stunned when he saw the mountain of firecrackers and fireworks piled up in the courtyard.

Zhou Guifang, who was following behind, also saw it.

Both of them had complicated expressions.

Yang Fan saw them and nodded as a greeting.

Yang Jianye nodded without saying anything.

Zhou Guifang opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just pulled her husband back into the house.

The door closed.

Faint sounds could be heard from inside:

"Why are you showing off by buying so much...?"

"Say less..."

Yang Fan heard it, but he didn't pay attention.

He crouched down, picked up a Gatling gun firework, and handed it to his sister.

"Xiaoya, I'll put this on for you on New Year's Eve."

Yang Ya took the fireworks, her eyes sparkling: "Mmm!"