At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, firecrackers were heard one after another.

Zhenhua also pasted his Spring Festival couplets, changed into new clothes and shoes, and prepared to set off firecrackers for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

As the head of the family, Zhao Chenghai solemnly washed his face and hands, lit incense and candles on the desk above the Eight Immortals table, put his hands together and kneeled down, then held another stick of incense and bowed to the door, then waved: "Flame firecrackers!"

Zhenhua ignited firecrackers, and the New Year's Eve carnival night kicked off.

After the firecrackers were set off, my sister Chunlan and her mother had already put on a table full of dishes.

Zhenhua closed the door, opened a bottle of six yuan white wine, drank against his father, and opened another bottle of wine, allowing his mother and Chunlan to have a drink too.

Zhao Chenghai smiled with a spring breeze on his face, holding a wine glass and said, "The life is getting better and better every year. At this time next year, we will have the New Year's Eve dinner in the big house. Zhenhua was also a private teacher at that time. He had an identity and earned more money at home."

Cuihong smiled and said, "If Kexiang is married next year and you can import it, it would be even better."

Zhenhua also smiled and picked up the wine glass to toast his father.

Chunlan also toasted her parents and said in a vain: "Dad, mom, after the New Year... I don't want to study anymore."

Zhenhua frowned.

My father Zhao Chenghai was not surprised and nodded and said, "If you can't continue reading, don't recite it. It just so happens that you can build a house after the New Year and have a lot of work at home. If you help your mother cook, it will reduce the burden on your mother."

Zhenhua glared at her and said to her sister: "No, you must graduate from junior high school and get a diploma."

Chunlan curled her lips: "I don't study now, and I can get my graduation certificate then. Our teacher said that the graduation certificate will be issued at that time."

Zhenhua shook his head: "That's not OK. You have to continue studying until you graduate."

Zhao Chenghai smiled: "It's useless to get that diploma, anyway, I'll farm in the future."

Zhenhua still insisted on his own opinion: "Even if you are farming, studying for more than a year is not a bad thing."

Cuihong was worried that Zhenhua and his son would start arguing again, so she hurriedly interrupted: "I will talk about this after the New Year's Eve dinner, and I won't talk about this."

Zhenhua and his father stopped and continued to drink and eat.

The family of four people is somewhat light in the New Year’s Eve dinner, and it is not lively even if you want to be lively, and it tastes like a little drunk.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, it was not completely dark.

Zhenhua made a cup of tea for himself, held it in his hand, stood in front of the door, and admired the fireworks from all directions.

The fireworks at that time were very monotonous, just the paper tube in hand that fired the projectile, which rushed into the sky, exploded and released a small cluster of sparks.

Even with such shabby fireworks, not every family in the village will buy them, after all, they all cost money.

Only Wang Xiang, who is next door, is generous and likes to be lively. He bought a bunch of fireworks and asked his youngest son and daughter to stand in front of the door and put them in enough.

Almost all the families in the village had eaten the New Year’s Eve dinner at this time.

The men began to become active, each wearing brand new clothes, with good cigarettes in their pockets, private money, calling friends, and preparing to find a place to gamble.

For these men, there are no other entertainment activities in the village except gambling. Without a TV, I can’t watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Zhao Chenghai has one advantage: he does not gamble, never gambles, and also restrains his son Zhenhua and keeps him away from these occasions.

Because of his strict tutoring since childhood, So Zhenhua has never known how Paijiu matches cards, and he doesn't know anything about the size of the ideas.

Qi Lei is just the opposite. He is a master of this art. He is a master of his family and his ancestral skills.

Qi Lei's father used to be a gambling man, especially proficient in Paijiu. Since Qi Lei was in his teens, his father had nothing to do, so he teased his son to play, taught his son to recognize and match cards, and passed on this craft. During festivals and gambling, his father even brought Qi Lei with him, calling it "bringing his son to court".

Therefore, although Qi Lei was young and had just come down from school, he was not at all inferior to the veteran in the casino.

Zhao Chenghai knew Qi Lei’s hobbies and gave Zhenhua a vaccination early: “If Qi Lei asks you to go gamble, don’t go.”

Before Zhenhua could speak, Qi Lei arrived.

Sure enough, Qi Lei’s first words were: “Zhenhua, I’ll take you to have a game!”

Zhenhua shook his head: "I won't."

Qi Lei waved his hand: "I know you don't know, so I took you to study! I walked around and was already pushed at Uncle Xiang's house!"

Zhao Chenghai jumped out and said to Qi Lei: "Qi Lei, I don't care about you and Zhenhua's drinking, but you can't take him to gamble. He knows nothing, and there are no winners or losers or not."

Qi Lei smiled and said, "Uncle, beggars are three days old. Zhenhua is so old, you still care about him like this and don't have a holiday during the New Year? He doesn't gamble, it doesn't matter if he goes to see the fun, right?"

Cuihong also complained to her husband and said, "Qi Lei is right. Everyone is playing, but Zhenhua stays at home. Is it a fool? Just let him play smaller, and he can't afford to lose for three or five yuan?"

Zhao Chenghai glared at his wife: "I'm afraid he can't quit if he gets involved!"

"Dad, I don't gamble and I don't bring any money. I just go and see the fun." Zhenhua said.

"Sure, no gambling is allowed!" Zhao Chenghai finally nodded.

Zhenhua nodded and sneaked into the house of the pig slayer Wang Xiang with Qi Lei.

Qi Lei said it well, and it has been gambled here.

Twenty or thirty villagers gathered around the Eight Immortals table, sitting or standing, each with red faces, ready to go.

Liu Yugao was sitting in the banker and shuffled the cards above the Eight Immortals table.

"The headline Tianmen is open, I'll bet!" Qi Lei squeezed into the circle of people sideways, took out twenty yuan to bet on the Tianmen position.

At the Tianmen location, Song Jiacai was in charge, turned his head and smiled, "Qi Lei has the eyesight and knows that I want to win this game!"

Zhenhua was surprised. Just like Song Jiacai, do you still have money to bet?

Liu Zhigao shuffled the cards, launched four-door cards, put the dice in his hands and rubbed them, shouting: "Come on, everyone stretched out their hands to support them, sponsored them, and couldn't win in their hands, pretended not to win in their waists, and even won when they put them on the table--!"

Everyone paid out of their own pockets and put the big and small bills on it, and the table was filled with colorful places.

Liu Zhigao threw the dice and looked at it carefully.

The two dices turned drippingly on the table and stopped for a while.

"Nine!" Liu Zhigao reported the points and shouted: "The monkey is drinking, Tiansan is four-handed, and the dealer is the leader--!"

Everyone took their own cards and went home.

Song Jiacai sat on the bench, and Qi Lei stood behind him.

Before Song Jiacai could get the cards, Qi Lei had already reached out and grabbed the Tianmen card. He glanced at it in his hand, skillfully pulled it apart, combined it in two groups, and placed it on the table.

Song Jiacai was dissatisfied and turned his head to stare at Qi Lei: "I'm sitting at the right seat of the table, why are you robbing my card?"

Qi Lei pressed Song Jiacai's shoulder: "What's the name? You are not at ease with me assigning cards? Just guarantee that you will win money!"

After Liu Zhigao finished matching cards, he flipped over the cards, and the remaining three companies also flipped their cards.

Tianmen really won, Qi Lei opened the market and got 20 yuan. The other two companies won and lost, and Liu Zhigao did not lose or make a profit.

The expert is aware of the tricks and the layman watches the excitement. Zhenhua knows nothing about gambling techniques and gambling skills, so he stands here to watch the excitement. When the blind man watches the show, he laughs as well.
Chapter completed!