Lin Yi is still a very particular person, especially if he promises others, he will definitely do it. So the next day he paid 300,000 yuan to Li Weimin's school....しw0.

In response to this, Li Weimin expressed sincere gratitude to Lin Yi on behalf of the school and on behalf of the various classes of the school.

Lin Yi felt a little embarrassed, mainly because he seemed to have not suffered much, but others thought he had suffered a great loss and did a great thing.

Since I have done a good thing, then I will do it again. This time, Lin Yi plans to pay for the village to build the road with his own pocket, but Lin Yi handed over the 50,000 yuan of road construction to his mother Zhang Cuihua and asked her to hand it over to the village chief.

Lin Yi's purpose is very simple. He doesn't live in the village often, and his mother doesn't like to live in the city. So if she is a good person who donates money to build roads, she will have a higher status in the village in the future. If something happens, others can help her. After all, the villagers are very simple. As long as you are good to the village, the village will be nice to you.

Zhang Cuihua felt that it was more than 50,000 yuan. It was so difficult to make money now. She felt sorry for her son’s difficulty in making money. Lin Yi persuaded her and told many benefits of building roads. For example, it would be more convenient to drive back in the future. She also told the story of Uncle Xiaojun. On the spot, my mother made the decision, "This road is repaired----!"

After dealing with these two things, Lin Yi was much more relaxed. The remaining 7,000 online books were piled up in the basement of the school. He had almost 300 treasures on hand. Lin Yi originally planned to repair these books with spiritual energy, but because Cao Yidao was too annoying, he was not nagging about the business in front of him to make a loss, so he just told him that donating money to build roads and other things were all done by money. It seemed that in his eyes, Lin Yi's IQ had become a 15-minute scum.

In response to this, Lin Yi could only shake his head and smile bitterly, and looked at Lao Cao shaking his big bald head, his eyes full of anger, his lips beeping, and he wanted to find a place to hide it.

Finally, when Lao Cao stopped, Lin Yi was about to find a time to repair the ancient books with spiritual energy, and the firecrackers were ringing. It was the New Year--

In fact, entering the twelfth lunar month means seeing the shadow of the New Year, and people from other places will begin to embark on the journey home for the New Year.

Going home for the New Year, and going home for the New Year has become a custom for Chinese people. What is home? Home is the hot land that once raised you, and it is the parents who gave birth to you. You are going home and you are spending the New Year.

Some people say that China is a society of human relationships, to be precise, China is a society of family relationships, and the New Year is a condensed embodiment of this kind of human relationships and family relationships.

Lin Yi remembered that when he was a child, every household would pay specific attention to what they did every day. Steaming buns was an important activity during this period. On this day, my sister would be busy helping her mother and dough cages, and she would feed firewood around the stove. When the buns were out of the pot, the lid of the pot was lifted, and the room was filled with hot air, and a fragrance of dough came to her face.

The Central Plains region mainly consists of pasta, and steamed buns are also diverse. There are many kinds of bean buns, meat buns, sweet potato buns, vegetables buns, jujube flowers. The next day, I went to the oil pan, fry the frying of mozzarella, frying the leaves and frying fried dough sticks, and what meatballs and vegetarian meatballs are there. It was a day after all. Until the night of the 30th, I put on couplets and set them off, and the year began...

The thirty-year-old vigil was an important form of welcoming the New Year. At that time, there were not many good shows on TV. The children started to fall as they were guarding. It was dawn that the firecrackers for welcoming the New Year kept clattering, but the children were still in bed and didn't want to get up.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the children began to go to the neighbors to greet the elders. Every time the elders came to the family, they happily pretended to be melon seeds and candy in their pockets. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, they started to visit relatives. The pedestrians on the road were piles of strings. The children were wearing colorful new clothes in front, and the parents and elders were smiling happily behind them. Just after the fifteenth, the year was over.

But now, Lin Yi feels that as he grows up, the New Year atmosphere has become less and less popular. In the city, many people no longer visit relatives, but instead call to greet him. I really don’t know whether this is a scientific and technological advancement or a regression of weak human feelings.

On New Year's Eve, Lin Yi's mother Zhang Cuihua kept working since she woke up in the morning and was busy until the evening, and she arranged almost the same things she needed during the New Year.

As a son, Lin Yi was a "Stock God" who had been a whole day. He squatted in front of the kitchen table, adding firewood and burning firewood. His originally handsome face was blackened by fireworks. As a guest, Lao Cao and Lao Huang were embarrassed to do nothing. Lao Huang was responsible for chopping firewood. This guy was very strong and even the firewood for next year was chopped. Lao Cao was responsible for preparing peanuts, melon seeds, and candies. He went to the county supermarket and then... he wandered around for almost a whole day. After almost the heavy work at home was done by Lin Yi and Lao Huang, he came back slowly. He still complained when he came back, is this the countryside? There is still traffic jam during the New Year!

Anyway, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the news broadcast began. After the news broadcast ended, it was the long-awaited "Spring Festival Gala". The most talked about in the village these days is who performed the sketch and who sang tonight...

Zhang Cuihua, who had been busy all day like a robot, finally got free, but immediately she remembered something and went to do it in a panic.

After a moment, she quickly set up a magic platform in the middle of the main hall: six peach-shaped buns, a large piece of bacon, chopsticks inserted on the bacon, and apples, oranges and other fruits were placed on both sides--

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Lin Yi seemed to have returned to his childhood.

When I was a child, every family hung "old genealogy" and placed offerings to allow deceased relatives to go home for the New Year. At that time, Lin Yi's father had not passed away. This man who worked in a freezing factory believed in God the most. Lin Yi was very surprised. His father had read so many books, so why did he still have this superstitious idea? Therefore, when his father took him and his sister to worship God, Lin Yi curiously pointed to the picture in front of him worshiping and asked his father: "Why should we kowtow to this 'donkey'?"

The father said angrily and amusedly: "Children are not allowed to talk nonsense, what is the 'donkey', this is the Qilin!"

Lin Yi didn't know what Qilin was. He just felt that the drawing on it was a bit weird and a little scared, so he never stood alone in front of the "old genealogy" to watch.

Now, my mother Zhang Cuihua just set up a magic platform very simply but did not hang out the old genealogy. Perhaps for this miserable woman who had lost her husband early, she didn't believe in these gods and ghosts. If there were ghosts and gods, how could such a good person die early? She did this just a habit, just a commemoration, but... she couldn't forget it.

"Okay, I'm going to put dumplings, Xiaoyi, go and cook the pot!" My mother ordered.

Lin Yi had a bitter face and seemed to have to be a longer position as the "Stove God" position.

Lao Cao looked at Lin Yi with great sympathy, then turned his head very loyally and said to Lao Huang: "I'll eat two bowls, how many bowls do you want?"

...

"Mom, did you miss dad just now?" Lin Yi asked while cooking the pot.

Zhang Cuihua pulled the ingot-like dumplings from the grate to the pot, and the snow-white dumplings rose and fell in the boiling water, experiencing bubbles.

"What do you want him to do? You can't eat it."

"Don't lie to me, you women are all hard-mouthed."

"Oh, when will my son think about women?" Zhang Cuihua joked, "I used to ask you to bring a wife back, but you refused to do so. It seems that I don't have to worry about it in the future."

“Why?”

"You are just talking, why don't you cheat a lot of people back."

Lin Yi: "..." I didn't expect my mother to look down on me so much. But when I thought of Haitang, it seemed that I had really deceived me. Well, I was still a Hong Kong wife. What would my mother react if she found out? She was shocked and fainted immediately on the ground.

When I thought of Haitang meeting my mother, I said, "Mommy, I miss you!" Lin Yi felt funny.

"What are you smirking? The ingot is out of the pot, do you want it?" my mother suddenly asked.

Lin Yi was distracted and said casually: "Please less!"

My mother immediately became furious, "Let's not be too big, the more you say, the better, you will be rich and powerful!"

Only then did Lin Yi remember that he wanted to say "auspicious words" when he was out of the pot. When he was a child, he was often knocked on the head by his mother. Unexpectedly, he still had no memory when he grew up.

...

After eating dumplings and watching the TV Spring Festival Gala, Lin Yi, my mother, Huang coach, and Cao Yidao started to survive the New Year.

Zhang Cuihua is old and can't help but can't stand it. In addition, she has been busy all day and can't stand it until about ten o'clock, so she went to bed.

The countryside is not as good as the city, without heating, and the three big men are completely sleepy--it can't sleep even if they sleep in such a cold day, so they brewed hot tea, lit a brazier, and started watching TV while fighting against the landlord.

It is inevitable to avoid gambling when playing cards. Lin Yi suggested playing a small one, and you can watch it for ten or twenty yuan. However, Lao Cao was not satisfied and said that Lin Yi was stingy and couldn't bear to lose money. Lin Yi couldn't help but smile. He was kind-hearted to do this, afraid that the other party would lose too much, but he didn't expect to be regarded as a stingy man, speechless. Finally, he set the rules and started playing at least 100.

At the beginning of the Landlord, Lao Cao was very brave and proud of himself as the "Gambling God". However, he, the fake gambling god, met Lin Yi, the real gambling god, and it was useless no matter how strong his luck was, he lost a lot.

Lao Huang followed Lao Cao and was in bad luck, but he had lost 4,000 in just an hour.

At this time, the Spring Festival Gala skit started, and Lin Yi didn't want to play anymore. He wanted to watch TV well, but Lao Cao refused to let him go. As a result, he lost another 5,000.

He lost about 10,000 yuan in less than two hours, and he was still playing for 100 yuan. He had never seen anything before. Old Cao looked at Lin Yi in a wrong way, and he wondered if he was cheating.

Even a real person like Lao Huang looked at Lin Yi with a weird look, which made Lin Yi feel a little embarrassed.

Finally, Lin Yi had to push the money he won forward and said, "I was just playing around, it doesn't count. You can take all the money back--yawn, I'm tired and going to sleep."

Looking at Lin Yi's back, Lao Cao blinked his eyes at Lao Huang, and then asked: "Do you think he is lucky or cheating?"

Lao Huang's answer was: "I'm going to sleep!"
Chapter completed!