Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

Jiang Sen only glanced at it casually, thinking he had misread it, and didn't take it to heart at all.

Once I got home, I could relax and wait for the New Year.

New Year's Eve.

Yingzi was inside preparing food, while the old cripple held onto the ladder and watched Jiang Sen put up Spring Festival couplets.

The tense atmosphere of the past few days seems to have dissipated all at once today.

Luo Jianshe finally called several days later.

"Happy Chinese New Year!" Luo Jianshe said as soon as the call connected.

Yingzi said, "Happy New Year! Are you looking for Jiang Sen? He's putting up Spring Festival couplets!"

"Okay, go and call out!"

"Jiang Sen, Jianshe is looking for you!" Yingzi shouted in the courtyard, and Luo Jianshe laughed loudly on the phone.

"coming!"

Jiang Sen climbed down the ladder, placed it against the wall, went inside, and answered the phone, "Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year! Brother, I've been so bored these past few days. I've already told my parents that the three of us will come to your house to wish you a Happy New Year tomorrow. Don't forget to save some pork intestines for me!"

"Absolutely!" Jiang Sen said. "There's still plenty of good food! I also have two bottles of Moutai; let's drink them both!"

"No, wait! Aren't you guys drinking today? I'll bring my own tomorrow!"

"Alright, then we'll be waiting for you tomorrow!"

As soon as Jiang Sen hung up the phone, he called out as he went outside, "Old cripple, Jianshe, bring your parents over for dinner tomorrow!"

The old cripple agreed, but his expression remained unreadable.

I watched as he walked toward the back kitchen, muttering to himself.

"The old commander loves to eat braised eggs, let me check if there's enough chili."

Immediately afterward, Wang Jianguo called to wish me a Happy New Year.

To Jiang Sen's surprise, Luo Jianshe called again, saying that Wang Haiyang's parents were also coming.

Didn't you ask if Haiyang is coming back for Chinese New Year this year?

Luo Jianshe said, "It's pointless to ask. If he were coming back, he would have told me already."

During the New Year in Kyoto, there are usually two meals a day.

We ate breakfast late, and then started preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner.

It was supposed to be New Year's Eve dinner, but we started eating around 2 or 3 pm.

After the meal, in families with many members, the women would busy themselves preparing dumplings for the evening, while the men would play cards or take the children to set off firecrackers.

The children are the happiest. They put on their new clothes, stuff snacks in one pocket and broken firecrackers in the other, and run out.

The TV at home was turned on, and the news was filled with New Year's greetings.

Jiang Sen watched on TV as famous actors joked with each other, exchanged New Year's greetings, played games, sang songs, danced, or performed magic tricks.

This is a recording of the Spring Festival Gala.

The official Spring Festival Gala didn't start until 1983.

Now all we can watch are these kinds of shows that look like company annual parties.

However, the party didn't last long before they started showing a movie.

The television station, which was established not long ago, has started broadcasting all day long starting this year.

A table full of dishes, with a copper hot pot in the center, was served steaming hot, and firecrackers started going off outside.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the New Year arrived.

"Let's go, set off the firecrackers!"

Jiang Sen went out with a large roll of small steel cannons in his hand.

The small firecrackers are thicker and louder than ordinary firecrackers, but they don't fire tens of thousands of times like the ones from the previous life; they only fire a maximum of two thousand.

The kind Jiang Sen bought has a hundred small steel cannons sandwiched in the middle with a large steel cannon.

Commonly known as, "Ten shots make one 'gudong'!"

The sound it made was "crackling! thud!"

Then a group of children waited nearby, and as soon as the firecrackers stopped, they rushed over to see if there were any unexploded ones and quickly picked them up.

Jiang Sen's smile hasn't faded even now.

Having lived two lives, this was the happiest year he had ever had.

"Old cripple! Yingzi! Come on, let's have a toast!"

"cheers!"

"Okay, Happy Chinese New Year everyone!"

"happy New Year!"

In the evening, after cleaning up the table, I started preparing to make dumplings.

The old cripple leaned back in his chair with a smile, watching TV. Snacks, tea, and an ashtray were on the small table next to him.

After kneading the dough, Yingzi picked the chives, and Jiang Sen took the cutting board and chopped the meat filling with a "bang bang".

It's seven o'clock now, and the news is playing on TV when there's a sudden knock on the door.

Jiang Sen frowned and asked, "Who's knocking on the door on New Year's Eve?!"

The old cripple said, "I'll go!"

He limped ahead and didn't return for quite a while, which puzzled Jiang Sen.

He put down the knife and said to Yingzi, "I'll go check. Why haven't they come back yet? I wonder who it is!"

Yingzi put down the chives, clapped her hands, and said, "I'll go take a look too."

Jiang Sen walked forward, and gradually he could hear the sounds of arguing.

He quickened his pace and saw that the door was half-open, and he could hear men shouting and cursing outside.

"You old fool, don't push your luck!"

"Hitting you is too lenient. If you don't let me in, I'll break your leg too!"

"Kid, if you've got the guts, kill me! Don't just talk the talk, come at me!"

As Jiang Senmai stepped outside, he immediately saw Huang Dajun with two other men, grabbing the old cripple's clothes and raising his fist.

The old cripple was a bit dirty, and there was a big shoe print on his newly changed clothes. He was bowing his head and bumping into Huang Dajun's arms.

Huang Dajun threw a punch, and the old cripple sped up, his shoulder slamming into Huang Dajun's chest.

"Ouch!" Huang Dajun stumbled back several steps and landed hard on his backside. "Beat that old geezer into a cripple!"

The two men rushed forward as Huang Dajun was speaking.

"You're asking for it!" Jiang Sen jumped down the steps, kicked one person away, grabbed another by the neck, landed on the ground, knocked him down, and then kicked him again.

He turned around and helped the old cripple up, "Are you alright?"

The old cripple's one eye gleamed with coldness. "It was only because of the new society that he was saved; otherwise, they would have been sent to meet the King of Hell long ago."

Seeing that he was alright, Jiang Sen turned to face Huang Dajun.

"You're really asking for trouble! Huang Dajun, we've been giving you a hard time, aren't you?!"

As he spoke, he walked up to Huang Dajun.

When Huang Dajun saw Jiang Sen come out, he wasn't afraid. Instead, he stood up and patted the dirt off his backside.

"Jiang Sen, don't blame me for not warning you. You know how your Jiang family treated my sister. If you don't hand over the money today, you can forget about having a good New Year!"

"Fine! Then let's not get together with anyone!"

Jiang Sen didn't play by the rules at all. After speaking, he slapped Huang Dajun with a stun gun, then jumped forward and slammed his knee into Huang's stomach.

This single blow sent Huang Dajun flying more than five meters away. After hitting the ground, he immediately passed out.

Turning around, the other two young men were dumbfounded when they saw what was happening.

Unexpectedly, when Huang Dajun said he was bringing them here to make money, they actually ran into someone who knew martial arts.

Is it even possible to fight like this?

It's just a matter of a few dollars, isn't it?

But if we don't fight, it will be too late to leave.

As soon as they turned around, they saw the old cripple walk up to them, smoking a cigarette. With a flick of his wrist, a flash of cold light appeared – it was a very thin dagger.

Then another woman came out of the door, a very beautiful woman, holding a kitchen knife in her hand.

Jiang Sen quickly turned around and slowly walked towards them with a cold smile.

"Want to leave?" Jiang Sen said. "Since you've come, you should be prepared not to leave."

After saying that, he rushed forward.

The two boys quickly turned around again, but each of them got hit on the head.

Seeing Yingzi put away the kitchen knife, thinking they had been slashed, the two rolled their eyes and fainted.

Yingzi looked at the kitchen knife suspiciously. "It's the back of the knife!"