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"Happy birthday, sister!"

Sister Yan came over skipping and jumping, a straw bunny dangling from her hand. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, "I made this for you, sister!"

"It was just my aunt who made it up. Sixth brother also helped. Why are you trying to take the credit? You think I don't know." Sister Jin, who came running over, immediately ridiculed her without any mercy.

Sister Yan pouted angrily, saying, "Sister Jin is bad! I don't like you anymore."

"You talk as if I cherish you."

Jin Jie'er pushed back again, but was finally pulled back by Jing Chunxi: "How old is she? How old are you? Is it fun to keep making such a fuss every day? Give in to your sister in the future."

Sister Jin continued to chatter away, even making a face at Sister Yan: "Who wants to play with you? You crybaby!"

"Okay, okay, don't make your younger sister cry on your sister's wedding day." Jing Qiurong scolded her and picked up Yan Jie'er, who looked aggrieved.

Sister Jin argued: "No, aunt!"

Jing Qiurong looked towards the door and saw no one following behind. She asked curiously, "Isn't Auntie coming?"

Jin Jieer replied, "Behind him, Xiao Wu was a follower, he had to follow me."

As soon as Yan Jie'er was picked up by her aunt, she felt aggrieved and pouted: "Aunt, my sister is bullying me." Then she started to cry.

Sister Jin said again, "Stingy guy, if you complain again, I won't bring you here anymore."

"Sister is just teasing you." Sister Jin finally stopped talking after Jing Qiurong pretended to pat her.

Yan Jie'er was happy to see her sister being beaten.

Being coaxed by his aunt, he forgot to hand the little rabbit in his hand to Jing Chunxi and started playing with his aunt.

"You! You have no respect for your elder sister and you're even fighting with her. Where's my gift? Give it to me."

Jing Chunxi said and stretched out his hand.

"Happy birthday, sister!"

Jin Jie'er finally came back to her senses, holding an embroidered handkerchief in her hand, her face flushed. "I really embroidered this myself, Sister Yaoyao didn't help me with a single stitch!"

Jing Chunxi took it, smiled and said without even looking at it, "I didn't expect you to be that capable."

Although the stitches on the handkerchief were a bit messy, it looked like it was embroidered with great care. Jing Chunxi felt ashamed of herself. She couldn't even remember how long it had been since she had done needlework.

Jin Jieer pouted and said proudly, "I embroidered it for a long time! It took several handkerchiefs. Look at this little flower, it was my own idea! Isn't it beautiful?"

Jing Chunxi immediately pinched her little face: "Then I have to keep it well and compare it with you next year to see if you have improved."

……

The children in the village started working early in the morning, and the gifts piled up like a mountain in Jing Chunxi's house.

Every family sent down gifts in wooden boxes or backpacks, and people came in large groups to congratulate.

The gifts were varied and included everything, making it dizzying.

"This was carved by my fifth brother!" Liu Lang held up a wooden bird, its wings slightly raised, looking lifelike. "He spent several days carving it. Look, its wings can even move! Mine isn't as good as that."

"I don't know if Chunxi likes what Yaoyao did!"

Yaoyao also gave me two pairs of headbands she had made herself. The ends of the headbands were adorned with a few small white beads that looked more like they were made from shells than pearls. The beads were polished very smoothly, which must have taken a lot of effort on her part.

"Cousin Xi, I strung this with grass beads I picked up in the mountains. Although there are a few beads, I think it looks really good!"

"Cousin Xi, there's also mine!"

Another little girl squeezed over, holding a small straw basket with a beautiful little shell in it. "This is a gift from my brother. I like the purple one best. I'm giving this to my cousin Xi!"

The gifts given by boys were mostly wood carvings and straw weavings, while the girls gave handkerchiefs, headbands, hair accessories, bouquets and flower baskets that they made themselves.

There was also a child in her arms, and she just picked two cauliflowers for her.

Although the gifts were simple and not worth much, each one was a token of the children's love. Jing Chunxi was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling and thanked them one by one.

Jing Qiurong likes to see her children happy.

She had already prepared return gifts for Jing Chunxi. Each family received two large bags wrapped in oil paper, one bag of sugar cakes and one bag of dried fruits, for the children to share when they returned home.

Others are based on the children's ages, and each person also has a small gift.

"From now on, you brothers, come and get it."

Jing Qiurong greeted with a smile. She was holding a few carefully prepared small gifts in her hands, and her face was full of a loving smile.

The girls’ return gifts are even more detailed and thoughtful, including hair flowers, hairbands, and facial creams, which vary from person to person.

Jing Chunxi gave them the gifts personally, and every time he handed over a gift, he would say a few gentle and caring words.

"The little grasshopper you made is so cute. I like it very much."

Jing Chunxi handed a delicate headband to a little girl and gently touched her head. The little girl took the headband with a shy smile on her face and joy in her eyes.

"The handkerchief you embroidered is so beautiful. I will use it from now on."

She handed another girl a handkerchief embroidered with beautiful patterns. The girl blushed immediately after hearing the compliment, clutched the handkerchief tightly, and smiled from ear to ear.

The handkerchief she gave as a return gift was much more beautiful than the one she had given.

"Goro, this is yours."

Jing Chunxi turned around and handed a book to his fifth cousin, saying, "Read it with your brothers and sisters."

Wu Lang took the book, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he nodded quickly and agreed: "I will read it to them."

The children didn’t expect that they would also receive gifts. They all had smiles on their faces when they received them.

The girls gathered around Jing Chunxi, chattering away, while some were playing in the yard, their laughter clear and pleasant.

Some of the boys ran to the kitchen to help, while the older ones had already started skewering skewers under the banyan tree in preparation for the barbecue.

This time, Jing Qiurong didn't mind the noise, but was filled with relief.