"Hi, I was originally here to pay New Year's greetings, but as you can see, Mr. Ning has to receive too many guests today. And many of them are sudden visitors without any preparation. Since they are all here together Well, that’s nothing else, I’ll just stay and help him out, just as a temporary errand for him, just in case of emergencies.”

Although it was their first meeting, Zhang Shihui was very good at handling things with the skills she had learned from Tan Gong, and she made Yao Lihua very happy with just a few words.

"Hey, is this sister-in-law? Manager Sha always shows off that he has a virtuous wife, saying how virtuous you are and how good you are at running a household. I didn't believe it at the time. Now that I see you in person, I know where he came from. So confident."

Even though Yao Lihua was a very carefree person, she blushed a little embarrassedly.

I couldn't help but think, this man is really a man who can do magic with his mouth.

At this time, there was no need to continue freezing at the door. Seeing Zhang Shihui, the greeter at the door immediately let him go.

Manager Sha and his wife were led in by Zhang Shihui while he was greeting them politely.

"Manager Zhang, what do you mean by this today? Mr. Ning and I made an appointment in advance. Can I...can I still see him now?"

"Yes, yes, definitely yes. Wei Min also told me. However, you have to be considerate and wait a little. After all, many of the guests are from the Yamen Gate, and Mr. Ning can't help himself. In the final analysis, after all, we are Our own people.”

"I understand, I understand, it won't matter later, it's the New Year anyway. Hey, I heard the young man just said, why are there people from the TV station? What's the matter, Mr. Ning is going to be on TV, what kind of program..."

"Hi, where are you? The greeter at the door doesn't know what's going on. There are indeed a lot of people from TV stations and newspapers. But actually they are not here for Mr. Ning, but for Teresa Teng, Ms. Deng and our Mr. Ning.

Mrs. Japan, have you watched the Spring Festival Gala? Now that Miss Deng is extremely popular again..."

"After looking at it, it's what I said. No wonder. I was really shocked when I saw so many cars at the door just now."

"To be honest, there are not many people here. If you come in the morning, there are more cars at the door. You can see reporters from at least ten media..."

Manager Sha and Zhang Shihui were listening to the conversation. Yao Lihua, who dared not say a word but dared to follow, glanced around and took a long breath.

For no other reason than just entering the gate, Yunyuan's style was already extraordinary and was enough to shock her.

Look, in front of you is a very tall and long carved brick screen wall, with a large wooden frame hanging in the middle. In the center of the frame are black characters on red paper, two big black characters.

She doesn't appreciate the brick carvings, nor does she recognize the two big black characters.

But looking at the red silk and a big hydrangea dancing in the wind on the screen wall, I just felt that the momentum was extraordinary.

Even in the TV series, there is no such scene. It is indeed the place where the rich man lives.

There are doors on the left and right of the screen wall, and there are clearly courtyards, but the most attractive thing is the festive hanging money hanging under the eaves and door eaves.

The so-called "Gua Qian'er" means the god who drives away poverty in old age.

It is said that during the Zhou Dynasty, Jiang Ziya named his wife the "God of Poor", fearing that she would harm the poor, and ordered her to return as soon as she saw her "break".

In order to avoid the god of poverty, later generations cut up the paper and hung it under the door and under the house, which became the custom of hanging money.

Those things are all carved from red burr paper, one foot long and five inches wide. In the middle are auspicious words such as "more than enough auspiciousness" and "peace all seasons" are engraved. There are windlass lines around them and tassels at the bottom.

However, these folk customs have been discontinued since liberation. Yao Lihua has never seen anything like this since she was a child. After watching it for a long time, she was fascinated by the beauty of those hanging money floating in the wind, and she was a little lost.

Son.
Chapter completed!