Back to the 1970s: Building My Fortune Through Time Trading-Chapter 479: New Year’s Greetings

Wang Chunhua was helped to the main seat.

After falling ill, the old lady became much more composed and treated Su Xiaoxiao and her siblings more gently.

The family enjoyed a lively New Year’s Eve dinner together.

Su Xiaoxiao habitually turned on the TV, only to realize that this era didn’t have the Spring Festival Gala yet.

She had to randomly pick a show to watch.

Television programs weren’t many at this time, so Su Xiaoxiao casually tuned into a movie titled "Unforgettable Battle."

The whole family sat around the TV, watching with great interest.

Liu Cuilan brought out seeds, fruits, and snacks; the family watched while they snacked, feeling extremely cozy.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the lively scene in the room, feeling unprecedented satisfaction—this was the image she’d always longed for in the modern world.

Luckily, she traveled through time.

When it became nine o’clock at night, her eldest brother, Su Wenbing, called Su Fusheng to go welcome the God of Wealth.

Su Jianwu and Su Jianwen immediately followed, excitedly as if attending some grand ceremony.

Su Xiaoxiao was curious too; in modern times, the New Year atmosphere had grown increasingly faint, these traditional customs nearly swept away by the tides of time.

Su Fusheng carried a tray with several big steamed buns, plus a cup of water; beside the cup were three sticks of incense and a stack of burning paper.

The arrangement of the buns was also particular: three on the bottom, one upside down on top, and one on the very top. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Today we are going east to welcome the God of Wealth, we will head east in a bit."

Having been part of the welcoming party since childhood with Father Su, Su Wenbing was very acquainted with the whole process.

Su Xiaoxiao, along with the two mischievous kids, were only outsiders, full of curiosity, following their older brothers, acting like little tails.

Su Wenbing tied fireworks to the large tree at the door, then instructed everyone to move away.

Once everyone stepped back, he lit the fireworks with incense.

The sound of popping fireworks instantly filled the air.

Su Xiaoxiao quickly covered her ears, while Su Jianwu and Su Jianwen excitedly clapped and cheered nearby.

Once a round of fireworks finished, Su Wenbing directed Su Fusheng to carry the tray and head east.

Su Xiaoxiao followed behind with her two younger brothers, closely walking in their steps.

Watching as Su Fusheng stood where Su Wenbing directed, he immediately placed the tray on the ground.

Su Wenbing lit the incense on the tray, bowed three times towards the east, then placed the incense on the mound of earth, lit the burning paper, and poured the cup of water onto the ground, thus officially welcoming the God of Wealth home.

Upon returning home, Liu Cuilan was already busy making dumplings.

The custom here was to have two dinners on New Year’s Eve; the first could be casual, while the second must be eaten at midnight with dumplings.

Once this dumpling meal was finished, the children stayed up late to welcome the New Year, while the men formed groups to pay New Year’s visits.

Generally, they visited relatives from the same family.

During the years when Father Su had issues, relatives seldom interacted, which somewhat avoided this hassle.

This year, however, with grandmother Wang Chunhua celebrating at home, younger generations likely would come to pay respects.

Liu Cuilan placed two cushions in the central hall.

On the northern wall of the hall, the left side displayed a scroll, the right hung the God of Wealth.

The so-called scroll was the family genealogy, adding names when someone passed away.

Of course, the genealogy is passed down to men not women; local customs dictate daughters who marry cannot see the family scroll at their parents’.

There, against the wall, was a long offering table filled with items.

Wealthier families laid out pig entrails, like pig head, pig stomach, pig intestines, cooked until half done, colored, made into shapes, and placed on the offerings table, very impressive.

Moreover, there were chickens, fish, snacks, candies set out, each placed precisely per certain beliefs.

Su Xiaoxiao watched curiously, then noticed her two young brothers earnestly kneeling on the cushions, loudly kowtowing.

"Mom, we’re kowtowing to you!"

Each kowtow accompanied by loud shouts.

Su Xiaoxiao was startled by the situation.

What’s going on here? Did these two lose their mind?

Soon, she understood their intention.

They grinned and stretched out their hands to Liu Cuilan: "Mom, red envelope."

Liu Cuilan took out two banknotes, handing one to each, making the kids’ eyes pop wide open.

"It used to be one yuan, mom is really generous this year."

Su Jianwu had just sighed when Liu Cuilan said: "If you think it’s too much, I’ll give you change for a one."

He instantly pocketed the money, afraid she’d take it back.

Su Xiaoxiao watched eagerly, thinking she should kowtow for wealth. After all, one kowtow equals one banknote.

Just gearing up, Liu Cuilan tucked a banknote into her hand: "Here, red envelope."

Soon she saw that both Su Fusheng and Su Wenbing got their share without kowtowing.

Su Jianwu saw his mother openly "favor," pouting: "Mom, why do they get red envelopes without kowtowing?"

Liu Cuilan said seriously: "Once you two can earn money, you won’t need to kowtow either."

The two kids: "..."

Just then, a particularly hearty male voice rang from outside the courtyard gate.

"Auntie, we’ve come to kowtow!"

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

Does her cheap grandmother have such a high status?

Just pondering this, she saw two tall middle-aged men leading two half-grown kids into the room.

The two men didn’t waste time.

Kneeling on the cushions, they began to kowtow loudly.

While kowtowing, they shouted: "Auntie, we’ve come to kowtow!"

Su Xiaoxiao thought, they were kowtowing that hard, her grandmother must give a fortune.

Just thinking that, she saw the two men simultaneously look at her: "Auntie, when do you go back to work after the New Year?"

Su Xiaoxiao had a bewildered expression; were they mistaken? Confusing her with her grandmother?

Did she appear so anxious?

Liu Cuilan nudged her from beside: "Quick, red envelopes."

Su Xiaoxiao!!!

Wasn’t she still a child herself, how did her rank get so high?

She reluctantly handed five dollars to each of the half-grown children, while the middle-aged men sheepishly smiled.

"Auntie, that’s too much."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

It was her first time as a young unmarried woman, lacking experience; she was afraid giving less would be embarrassing.

Liu Cuilan chimed in: "No need to be polite, your auntie is working this year, so naturally she gives more."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

So how did she end up with these two big grandchildren?

The grandsons looked nearly as tall as her.

Wait, if she was the auntie, what would they call her mom?

Elder auntie?

Considering this, she curiously tugged at Liu Cuilan’s sleeve: "Mom, don’t you also have to give something?"

"Why would I give? I have to call them uncle."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

Wasn’t this generational hierarchy messy.

Calculating this way, wouldn’t she be her own mother’s elder auntie?