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Xie Zhuo said that they would be wiped out sooner or later, and they really were wiped out.

However, some other things were involved, such as the adultery between the middle-aged man and the widow.

Anyway, every single one of these things is a mess and it's a tangle once they're involved. Several people from their team were also arrested. No one knows exactly why, but some people are gossiping that it's related to that widow.

When Liu Mancang heard this, he was completely shocked. He stood in front of Xie Zhuo, grabbed his arm and called him "Third Brother" like chanting a sutra.

Finally, Yang Shulan came over and grabbed his ear and took him back home. Later I heard from Yang Shulan that he started reading day and night after returning home. I don’t know if he was possessed by the devil, so I planned to find a fortune teller to secretly look at him.

"Aunt, please don't do that," Xie Zhuo said, "You will be arrested again if the time comes. You are not allowed to do these things now."

"I know," Yang Shulan said, "You're just looking for it secretly. Mancang is really scary like this."

"It's okay," Xie Zhuo didn't have any special feelings. "It's good to read more books, so you don't get cheated when you go out."

When he talked about this, Yang Shulan was very grateful. If Xie Zhuo hadn't brought Mancang back in time, who knows what would have happened. If he had really been arrested and taken to the police station, she and Mancang's father would have been worried to death.

Xu Yan listened to Yang Shulan thanking Xie Zhuo for who knows how many times, smiled and poured her a glass of sugar water, then went to see Dabao and Xiaobao.

Time flies, and the Chinese New Year is just two days away.

This year was the first time that Xu Yan celebrated the New Year in the countryside. Xie Zhuo bought a lot of food, drinks, clothes and daily necessities that were available.

Dabao and Xiaobao were trying on their new cotton-padded clothes and shoes. When they saw Xu Yan come in, they immediately stood up from the kang and asked, "Auntie San, do they look good?"

"It looks good," Xu Yan pinched Dabao's face.

Xie Zhuo thought that boys should wear black or navy blue, but Xu Yan bought bright red wool and spent some time knitting a scarf and a hat for each of the two boys.

The style of the hat is no different from most woolen hats nowadays. The only difference is that she used gray, black and white threads, and designed and knitted the capital letters of Dabao and Xiaobao's names on the folded part of the hat.

The red hat, which was originally ordinary and might even be laughed at by other children, suddenly became fashionable and beautiful.

The two kids loved it so much that they kept touching it with their hands.

"Aunt San, can we wear hats and go out to play as soon as the sun rises tomorrow?" Dabao asked.

"Of course," Xu Yan smiled and straightened his collar.

"Xie, Jing, Yi," Xiaobao pointed to the pinyin letters on the hat and read out his name word by word.

Seeing this, Dabao also took off his hat and began to read his name, "Xie Zhan."

Xu Yan touched their heads and said, "If you like, Third Aunt will take your scarves apart and re-knit them into hats."

"No, no," Xiao Bao shook his head, "Aunt San is too tired."

Xu Yan's heart softened when he heard that. "Third Aunt is not tired. How tiring can knitting a scarf be?"

"We like it the way it is now," said Dabao, and then he held the hat and looked at it again and again.

The New Year celebrations in Qingshan Brigade begin on New Year’s Eve.

When Xu Yan heard the sound of firecrackers outside, he thought something exploded and woke up suddenly. Then Xie Zhuo held him and patted him gently on the back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Xie Zhuo said before opening his eyes. "It's probably some kid in the team who got up early and set off firecrackers."

Only then did Xu Yan slowly relax.

Dabao and Xiaobao woke up quite early today. They started playing around in the house as soon as they opened their eyes. Their laughter and shouting could be heard clearly in Xu Yan's room.

"Crazy," Xu Yan commented with a smile, then poured hot water, washed his face and combed his hair.

Xie Zhuo was getting dressed. Seeing that Xu Yan had knitted her a new sweater with some red elements on it, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, "Why is mine red too?"

"Doesn't it look good?" Xu Yan asked back.

Xie Zhuo glanced at the sweater he was wearing.

To be honest, he had never seen a sweater of this style before.

Whether now or in the previous life, few people would have so many unexpected ideas and clever thoughts on sweaters.

The most common ones are solid colors, or when one color of thread is running out, you can add some thread of another color on the hem or sleeves of the sweater, or you can know in advance that there will not be enough thread, so you can interweave two colors of thread to weave some spaced stripes from the beginning.

The one Xu Yan knitted for him was completely different.

The main color is black, but there are a few pinyin letters woven with white thread in the upper front, and at the end of the letters there is a small piglet woven with red thread.

A very… descriptive piece of clothing.

It seemed a bit weird when I first watched it, but the more I watched it the better it became.

Xie Zhuo lowered his head and looked at the sweater for several times. Finally, he smiled and came over and kissed Xu Yan on the face. "It looks good. Thank you, baby."

The happiest people during the Chinese New Year are the children.

Dabao and Xiaobao put on new clothes, wore their own scarves and hats, each took a lit incense stick from Xie Zhuo, and ran outside the gate to set off firecrackers.

Xu Yan and Xie Zhuo were busy preparing the paste for pasting Spring Festival couplets. Basically, it was Xie Zhuo who was busy, while Xu Yan was just helping out.

She didn't hold it tightly enough, and half a bowl of flour was poured into a small iron pot on the stove. "Is it too much flour?"

"It's okay, just add some more water." If Xie Zhuo had poured so much fine flour in it himself, he would have felt bad for a long time, but since Xu Yan poured it in, he felt that it was nothing, it was just a little flour.

After Xie Zhuo had prepared the paste, he found a bare broom, washed it clean, then used the broom dipped in the paste to smear it on the wall, and then pasted the Spring Festival couplets on it.

Xie Zhuo wrote the Spring Festival couplets himself by cutting red paper. When Xu Yan saw him take out ink and something from a cabinet in the main room, he was stunned for a long time.

When he leaned over to help him hold down the paper, Xu Yan asked, "Why are you still writing this?"

If Xie Zhuo was this age in his previous life, he would definitely not be able to write. After all, his parents only knew a few words and none of them knew calligraphy.

He learned all these later, and practiced for five or six years. At the beginning, he was just going to the market, and saw people making money by writing Spring Festival couplets, so he thought why not learn to write them too, maybe it could be a way to make money.

Unfortunately, I didn’t write for long afterwards.

"I used to practice for fun," Xie Zhuo said. "At first, I used a broken basin filled with sand to practice, which saved me money on ink and paper. Later, I bought a cheap brush and used it to dip in water on stones to practice."

Although I cannot mention the reason for practicing calligraphy, I can still talk about the process.

Xu Yan gave him a thumbs up sincerely, "That's amazing."

After the two of them had pasted the Spring Festival couplets, they started to busy themselves with making lunch. After lunch, they had to prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner in the evening.

However, this is the process of other families in the village. Xie Zhuo's family is small, and many things are bought ready-made in the city.

But no matter what, lunch still had to be cooked. Just as Xu Yan and Xie Zhuo were chatting and laughing while making lunch, Dabao's crying was suddenly heard outside.

Xu Yan stuffed the thing in his hand into Xie Zhuo's hand and ran out.