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Around ten o'clock in the evening, the main door and courtyard gate of Xia Haoyang's mansion were open, and Qin Jiali, Tianci, Han Xiyu and others were playing and playing in the living room.

"The poem that the bad fat boss recited just now, 'Tonight the national football team is recruiting a big family,' what does 'big family' mean? 'You dog big family,' is the fat boss cursing people?" Qin Jiali asked because she didn't understand.

"No, the big customer that Fatty mentioned is the number one brother on the list. It's a respectful title given to Saudi Arabia by Chinese netizens on the Internet. They are big customers."

“Why is Saudi Arabia called a big country?”

"Because they have oil, they have money, and they have spent a lot of money on purchasing our military equipment. They are a major purchaser of our country's weapons."

"So that's how it is. Does that mean they have a very good relationship with our country?"

"How should I put it? There is no eternal friendship between countries, only eternal interests. Sometimes the relationship will be better, and sometimes it will be more tense. Anyway, it comes and goes like this..."

Xia Haoyang looked back at the living room, listened to everyone's chat, smiled, and then said to Zeng Jingyi beside him: "Why don't you go back to the living room and stay with everyone. I'll go to the intersection at the door to burn some paper money. It's not far anyway, I'll be back soon."

"It's okay, I'll go with you. I want to burn some paper money myself." Zeng Jingyi said, holding Xia Haoyang's arm.

"Okay, let's go together then."

The two walked out of the courtyard and headed out of the community.

There were many people burning paper on the road at this time. There was also a police car parked nearby, I don't know if it was the traffic police or the police station.

Xia Haoyang thought it was incredible to burn paper on the main road in Yancheng. After all, Yancheng had experienced sandstorms after 2000, and the country has always attached great importance to environmental pollution in Yancheng, and even banned polluting small and medium-sized enterprises in the entire North China region around Yancheng. After more than years of hard work, the environment in Yancheng has improved a lot, and there have been no sandstorms for many years.

Burning paper money will definitely pollute the environment.

Today, the country has policies that allow people to burn paper money at crossroads in urban areas. One reason is respect for traditional customs; the other reason is probably because of the confidence in environmental governance over the years, and people believe that one or two days of pollution will not affect the overall environment of Yancheng.

Xia Haoyang chose an empty intersection and looked around. There were no vehicles passing by and no other people nearby. There was no wind tonight and it was not very hot. Everything seemed to be going well.

Xia Haoyang squatted down, took out the eggs that he had cooked in the afternoon from his canvas bag, and placed a bowl of rice on the ground. He then lit three incense sticks and stuck them on the bowl of rice.

Then he took out the whole stack of paper money from his bag and separated them with his hands to make it easier to light.

Zeng Jingyi also wanted to squat down next to Xia Haoyang, but Xia Haoyang immediately stopped her: "Don't squat down when you are pregnant. It's not convenient."

"It's okay. My stomach isn't a problem right now. I can squat down." Zeng Jingyi smiled and squatted down carefully. Then she took out a stack of paper money from her canvas bag and started to split it.

Xia Haoyang did not stop them. Everyone carefully split the stack of paper money and no one spoke for a while.

Perhaps sensing the atmosphere was a bit stuffy, Xia Haoyang looked up at Zeng Jingyi and said something to make conversation: "In our southern part of the country, burning paper money during the Ghost Festival is not like this. The whole stack of paper money is wrapped in cotton paper and packaged into packages. Words are also written on the surface with a brush. The names of relatives and some words of blessing are written."

"Actually, it's the same in our Yancheng. I remember burning paper money at home with my parents since I was a child. We would wrap the stacks of paper money into bundles and write on them, but I don't remember what we wrote." Zeng Jingyi continued.

"Really? It turns out that everyone is the same on this point. I thought it was only like this where we are. Besides, Teacher Wang and Teacher Zeng are both senior intellectuals. I can't imagine what it's like for them to burn paper money." Xia Haoyang smiled.

"What's so unimaginable about this? My parents are ordinary people too. Isn't it human nature to worship ancestors and relatives? There's no difference between intellectuals and non-intellectuals. We are all university graduates now, so we are also intellectuals."

"Haha, we are different from Professor Wang and Professor Zeng." Xia Haoyang smiled.

Look, in the distance, people are also wrapping up and burning paper money in bundles. Are we being too perfunctory?" Zeng Jingyi looked into the distance.

Following her gaze, Xia Haoyang naturally saw that the people in the distance burning paper money was indeed the same custom as in his hometown. "It's okay as long as you have this intention." Xia Haoyang comforted her.

After dividing the paper money, Xia Haoyang picked up a stack with his left hand, took out a lighter with his right hand, lit the paper money from the bottom, and then quickly put it on the ground.

Afterwards, the two of them continued to place the paper money that had just been divided on top of the burning paper money, and slowly a pile of flames burned.

Xia Haoyang just kept adding paper money to the burning fire without thinking too much.

Zeng Jingyi was not like that. She would pick up a stack of paper money, light it, put her hands together, bow devoutly towards the air, then close her eyes, as if she said something in her heart. When most of the paper money had burned and was almost burning her hands, she would hurriedly throw it into the fire.

Zeng Jingyi's actions were all within Xia Haoyang's sight, but he didn't say anything. He just continued to pick up the paper money around him and throw it into the flames.

After throwing all the prepared paper money into the flames, the two continued to squat on the side of the road and watched the flames go out.

"Oh no, I forgot to prepare the wine. I remember that in the past, when I commemorated my relatives at home, I would light three incense sticks and prepare three wine glasses and fill them with wine." Zeng Jingyi reacted at this moment.

"I forgot too. It's okay. Wanqi won't blame us." Xia Haoyang continued to stare at the flames, but reached out and held Zeng Jingyi's hand.

After Xia Haoyang held her hand, Zeng Jingyi didn't say anything else. She just stared at the fire in front of her until it slowly went out.

It didn't take long before the flames in front of us were all burned to ashes. Of course, the temperature of the ashes was still very high. If there were any flammable materials around, they would definitely catch fire when the wind blew.

But this was at the intersection of a main road, there were no flammable materials around, and there were police cars around, so the two men slowly stood up.

"Let's go back. It will definitely not catch fire. Don't worry." Xia Haoyang looked at Zeng Jingyi with a gentle face.

"Well, let's go back. Everything was too hasty today. Next time we have to prepare more calmly and perfectly." Zeng Jingyi returned a sweet smile.

"it is good."

Xia Haoyang tightened his grip, and the two returned home side by side.