On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Wanjiacun just ended the Spring Festival Gala. Every family and every household was basically happy.

Some people won prizes for their performances, and the worst commemorative prize was also two kilograms of Qi Ma Su, sponsored by Jiang Yingchun. Some people made money from a stall, one and two yuan, and they earned it this night, and it felt like the one made for nothing. Some people obeyed the village chief's arrangement to serve everyone. The booth fee charged by the village committee at the night market was evenly divided among them. Even if they didn't participate in anything, they were very happy to watch the performance wholeheartedly.

This year is a big harvest year, who is not happy.

They didn't expect that there would be happier things.

In the village committee, Zhou Ziqiang opened the microphone covered by the red cloth and yelled into the loudspeaker.

"Hey, comrades, please pay attention, comrades, please pay attention."

"Next year will be the New Year's Eve, and the day after tomorrow will be a new year, a new year and a new year. This Spring Festival couplet is indispensable, I know, tomorrow morning. This year, everyone will meet each other. This year, let's have something different."

"This year is the first year for our Wanjia Village to get rid of poverty and become rich. This year, our Wanjia Village, most of the people, will not only be able to eat If you are full, you can eat well. All of this is inseparable from Comrade Jiang Yingchun, the leader of our village's prosperity, and it is also inseparable from everyone's efforts."