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New Year's Day.

As dawn broke, a thin layer of morning mist still shrouded the sleeping Jiangjia Village.

At this time of year, the village is usually very quiet, with every household still immersed in the exhaustion of staying up all night to welcome the New Year.

Especially at Jiang Chen's house, it was so deserted that you could hear the snowflakes falling.

But this year, everything has been completely turned upside down!

Before dawn, the Jiang family's mahogany gate, which had been left open all night, was already bustling with noise, as lively as a bustling market!

The village road was packed with people.

There were sleepy little kids, yawning, who had been forcibly dragged out of their warm beds by their parents.

There were also teenagers whose faces were full of excitement and whose eyes were gleaming with the light of "money".

More often, there were parents following behind, combs in hand, constantly adjusting their children's collars and combing their hair.

"Listen up, all of you! When you go in, be sweet-talking! And when you kowtow, slam your forehead hard on the ground! Whoever slams their forehead the loudest gets the biggest red envelope! Got it?"

"Don't get your new clothes dirty! That's a rule set by your brother Chen!"

"Have you memorized all the auspicious sayings? If you stutter later, just wait till we get home, I'll give you a piece of my mind!"

Similar admonitions echoed one after another.

Last night, Jiang Chen's words, "Everyone will receive a big red envelope," along with the spectacular fireworks show that almost burned the sky, have completely ignited the villagers' dreams of wealth.

At this moment, the Jiang family's courtyard had become the "wealth center" and "holy land" of the entire Ping'an Town.

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Jiang Jianjun and his wife Wang Xiuying, dressed in expensive red Tang suits specially bought by their son, sat excitedly and nervously on two armchairs in the center of the main room.

The way they were behaving was like that of an emperor or empress in ancient times, receiving the homage of civil and military officials.

Jiang Chen, on the other hand, was more casual.

He moved another armchair and sat down imposingly at the entrance of the main room, like a mountain bandit collecting tolls.

In front of him was a square table.

On the table, two things were placed clearly apart.

On the left was a thick stack of red envelopes, each wrapped in red paper and bulging. They were all heavy and exuded an enticing aroma of ink.

On the right is a stack of brand-new books, still in their plastic wrapping.

"Huanggang Secret Exam Papers: Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation"!

Winter Break Homework: Math Olympiad Edition!

800 Classical Chinese Poems for Elementary School Students (with Dictation Version)

The books, exuding the "stench" of knowledge, formed an extremely bizarre and jarring contrast with the pile of red envelopes next to them, which reeked of money.

The children gathered at the doorway shuddered involuntarily as they looked at the pile of books.

They couldn't understand why Brother Chen would bring out these "weapons of mass destruction" during the Lunar New Year.

Just as everyone was discussing the matter and no one dared to be the "first to stick their neck out,"

"Make way! Make way!"

A chubby-faced little guy, dressed in a brand-new tracksuit, squeezed out from the crowd.

It was Jiang Xiaohu, the youngest son of Uncle Shunzi next door.

"Brother Chen! Happy New Year!"

Jiang Xiaohu ran up to Jiang Chen and called out in a clear voice.

This little guy is usually the most polite person in the village. He greets everyone he meets and is honest. He never gets involved with those naughty kids.

Jiang Chen looked at him, and the smile on his face became more sincere.

"Little Tiger is here! Happy New Year!"

Jiang Xiaohu didn't hesitate. He ran to the center of the main room and knelt down in front of Jiang Jianjun and Wang Xiuying, who were sitting upright.

He imitated what he saw on TV, clasping his hands together and raising them above his head.

That little forehead of hers, it really dares to bang down like that!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud!

My scalp and the gleaming floor tiles had their most intimate encounter!

It sounds painful!

"Uncle! Aunt! Happy New Year! Wishing you both good health and all the best!"

"Bang!"

Another sound!

Wishing you both happiness and good appetite!

"Bang!"

Third tone!

"Wishing Brother Chen... wishing Brother Chen a speedy rise to wealth! That he marries a beautiful and wealthy woman! That he reaches the pinnacle of life!"

The little guy shouted out all the words he had learned from TV last night, and his face turned red from shouting.

Jiang Jianjun and Wang Xiuying were completely stunned by the three resounding kowtows. Sitting in their chairs, they didn't know where to put their hands and feet, and could only keep grinning foolishly.

"Oh dear! Good child! Get up! Get up!" Wang Xiuying was the first to react, feeling extremely distressed, and quickly got up to help him up.

The parents and children around were also stunned by Jiang Xiaohu's "down-to-earth" attitude.