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I haven’t returned to my hometown for a year, and Hongxing Village has changed a lot.

Li Manjun discovered that several families had demolished their old houses and were building brick houses, especially the ones behind their Li family house, which had all been demolished.

"Everyone is having a good time this year." Li Manjun sighed.

Auntie Qian Shufen sneered and waved her hand, "It's just a matter of saving face and suffering. Didn't you see that the house was built with one floor without a roof?"

Li Manjun didn't pay attention to it just now, but now he's watching it again, and it's true.

The two buildings of their Li family are already in shape, and the uncle's house has started to be painted, which will be completed in less than three months after the new year.

"What's going on?" Li Manjun asked curiously.

Qian Shufen said: "If you don't live in the countryside, you don't know that neighbors are the most careless among each other."

"We were afraid that if we built a house that was too high for them to live in, we would demolish it. We planned to build it higher than ours, but we ran out of money, so we stopped."

"Here, I saw that the ditch behind your dad's house is gone. They were afraid that your dad and your uncle would dig the ditch to their door, saying it would affect their passage. Your father said that our homestead was originally connected to the back. It was a road, but later when the villagers wanted to leave, we made it available for everyone to walk on, but now we have to dig a drainage ditch ourselves, and people start to come and make trouble."

Li Dawei and his wife never mentioned family matters, especially matters in their hometown, to Li Manjun, so she and Zhao Yong always thought that the construction of their new house went smoothly.

Unexpectedly, there were so many things happening here.

When Qian Shufen saw Li Manjun's surprised expression, she knew that she didn't know anything. She rolled her eyes at the houses in Shangkan and said, "I just bully the male in our family. I almost killed your father and me because of this drainage ditch." Your uncle was beaten."

Fortunately, Daniu's wife's parents' family was next door, and their family members helped, so everything was fine.

Li Manjun asked anxiously: "Mother, are my dad and uncle okay?"

Qian Shufen snorted, put her hands on her hips, and said fiercely: "If your uncle and your father had something to do with each other, I would have gone to their house with a knife!"

That means it's okay, Li Manjun breathed a sigh of relief.

It happened that Wang Xiaojuan brought Nian Nian and Nannan over to visit her aunt to pay New Year greetings and ask for red envelopes. Li Manjun glanced over with a helpless look, and Wang Xiaojuan shook her head at her with a hurried "Oops" and said, "Nothing happened, so I won't tell you anymore. "

Li Manjun thought to himself that it would be useless if you just said it when something happened.

He asked in confusion: "The land is ours, but they still don't allow us to dig a trench ourselves? This is too unreasonable."

Wang Xiaojuan and Qian Shufen sighed together in a rare tacit understanding. In the countryside, that was unreasonable.

"It's useless to reason with them. It just depends on who has the bigger fist and who is the right one." When Qian Shufen said this, she was as fierce as she was, but she couldn't help showing a helpless look.

Moreover, the division of rural homesteads is very vague and can only be reconciled by village leaders. It is impossible to bring evidence to court.

"When you have time, go and paint your homestead, just in case."

During the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, Li Manjun suggested.

The matter is over, she can't say that her parents didn't tell her, and the old man doesn't want to lose face, but her children can't talk about them, they will explode when she mentions them, especially her mother Wang Xiaojuan.

Brothers Li Dalong and Li Dawei looked at each other. Li Dawei only said that Li Manjun was too young.

"There are many twists and turns here. There are no instructions from above, and people below cannot come here casually. Even if the government comes, they won't be able to tell the difference between these places. We don't know what kind of trouble it will cause."

Li Dalong also nodded, "It's okay now. The trench has been dug anyway, so that's it."

Li Manjun sighed helplessly, and Zhao Yong patted his wife's hand and said, "Care more about your parents in the future."

Li Manjun hummed. It was indeed their negligence as children. Although they hated the culture of comparison in the village, they couldn't just pretend it didn't exist.

The son of Li Daniu's family was named Li Shuhao. He is one year old this year. In addition to being unable to speak, he can already walk around.

With the addition of a little baby, the Chinese New Year feels much more lively. The unhappy topics are put aside and the family discusses the decoration of the new house. The atmosphere of the New Year's Eve dinner is quite good.

After dinner, it was impossible to wash the dishes, so Li Dawei took his son-in-law and nephew to collect all the dishes and wash them.

The women cleaned the tables, chairs and benches, put the prepared fruits on the table, and turned on the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

The theme of this year's Spring Festival Gala is return. Na Ying and Faye Wong's song "1997" sang about a hundred years of hard waiting and the expectation of completeness.

Nian Nian curiously asked her mother where Ao Men was.

Li Manjun pointed to the rooster map on the wall and showed this place to the children. Only then did the children realize that they lived at the feet of the rooster, and that Aomen was not far away from them.

Tonight's sketch was also very funny. At this time, everyone is very brave and dares to perform sketches that satirize capital. No one will teach you how to behave. It's enough for everyone to laugh.

Moreover, in recent years, people from both sides of the Taiwan Strait have been looking forward to returning to their mother's arms. At the Spring Festival Gala, many singers from both sides of the Taiwan Strait can be seen, bringing many popular elements to the Spring Festival Gala.

Li Manjun watched with gusto and finished two plates of melon seeds.

After watching the Spring Festival Gala, it was already past midnight. After setting off the fireworks, we stopped watching the New Year's Eve and went back to our homes to sleep.

The new house is cold and cold, with building materials piled on the first floor. A wire is pulled in and the light can be seen.

Wang Xiaojuan just came over in advance and turned on the electric blanket, and the quilts in both rooms were warm.

Li Manjun's family of three sleeps in one bunk, and Li Lijun sleeps with her parents in a room with two bunks over there.

The windows have been installed, so it's not very cold.

Nian Nian found it interesting. She had never slept in such an environment before. She wandered here and looked there, because the stair railings had not been pressed, which made the adults tremble.

Finally, Li Manjun forcibly took her back, took off her shoes and socks, and stuffed her into the bed. Only then was she forced to be honest.

"Manjun!"

The mother's call came from outside the door. Li Manjun nodded her daughter's little nose, "Get in bed quickly."

Watching her wrap herself up tightly, she walked out of the room.

The door hadn't been installed yet, but Zhao Yong was in the room. Wang Xiaojuan was too embarrassed to go in, so she called someone outside.

Seeing Li Manjun come out, he smiled and stuffed two bags into her.

"What?" Li Manjunhu asked.

Wang Xiaojuan asked her to open it and take a look. Li Manjun raised her eyebrows and took out two sets of warm clothes from the bag.

Wang Xiaojuan happily told her: "The nano-high-tech thermal clothing is limited to one thousand sets worldwide. I almost didn't grab it. Fortunately, I called quickly."

"This thermal garment can heat itself, and it can shape your body if you wear it, and it can increase your yang energy if you wear it if men wear it."

The latter sentence was whispered into Li Manjun's ear. After saying it, he winked at her, with an ambiguous look like we are all experienced and understand.

Li Manjun held this set of so-called nano high-tech thermal clothes, and a line of words flashed in her heart: Advertisers, do your consciences really not hurt?