Tech Dominator Starts with Raising Kids-Chapter 217: Wealth in the Deep Mountains Brings Distant Relatives

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Wealth in the Deep Mountains Brings Distant Relatives

This year’s snow is exceptionally heavy.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, just like last year, Mo Jingchun got up early.

As for the little one, Mo Jingchun let her continue sleeping in peace.

Opening the front door, Mo Jingchun’s eyes lit up.

"Oh my goodness."

"Did it snow all night yesterday!"

In the courtyard, thick snow had piled up, and Mo Jingchun stepped on it.

Good heavens, it seemed at least fifteen centimeters thick.

The road they painstakingly cleared yesterday is now completely covered by snow.

"We better wait until the snow has mostly melted before going out with Guoguo to pay New Year visits."

"This lousy weather is just perfect for staying at home by the fire and sleeping."

Shaking his head, Mo Jingchun returned inside without closing the front door.

It’s a tradition, and Mo Jingchun understands it.

At the back of the kitchen is a hearth for warming up and an old stove that used to cook pig feed.

Apart from these two, there’s only a small, unvarnished wooden table and a few wooden benches in the nearly 20-square-meter room.

Speaking of this little table and wooden benches, they’ve been around since Mo Jingchun’s earliest memories.

When he was young and didn’t have much to play with, Mo Jingchun often dragged the bench up to the fields to play, so much so that now the bench leans back a little when placed there.

When Mo Jingchun lit the stove, the house filled with choking smoke, but after opening a window slightly, the smoke gradually dissipated.

After boiling a pot of hot water in the kitchen, Mo Jingchun sat by the stove browsing short videos.

It’s still too early to eat.

Plus, Mo Jingchun didn’t want to cook twice in the morning when Candy woke up.

Taking out his phone, just as Mo Jingchun was about to scroll through short videos, his WeChat began to incessantly chime.

It gave the impression that it could crash at any moment, but luckily the domestic phone held up well, only stalling slightly before recovering.

Looking at WeChat, aside from the news and WeChat Sports messages from Tencent, everything else was New Year greetings from others.

Some were mass messages, some were not—Mo Jingchun could tell at a glance.

After replying with blessings to the necessary messages, Mo Jingchun began checking each group chat.

Entering the pinned family "Love and Togetherness" group, Mo Jingchun saw nothing but a series of red envelopes.

Just then, a red envelope popped up, and Mo Jingchun excitedly snagged one.

Fifty-six cents.

Grabbing fifty-six cents, although the amount was small, the joy of snagging a red envelope was immense.

Seeing family members sending emoji thanks for receiving their red envelopes made Mo Jingchun copy and send one too.

No sooner had Mo Jingchun sent a message than people rapidly started crazy @-ing him.

"Congratulations on getting rich; hand over the red envelope."

Hearing the childish voice in the audio, Mo Jingchun couldn’t help but grin widely.

Mo Jingchun realized he increasingly adored little kids.

Especially those like Candy, who still spoke with a baby voice.

Mo Jingchun tried it, finding the upper limit for a single red envelope was 1,000 yuan.

Meaning the more individual envelopes sent at once, the larger the collective amount could be.

Yet Mo Jingchun wouldn’t send too much because the main goal was just to have fun.

Ten envelopes totaling a thousand yuan, the instant he sent them, they were snapped up before he had a chance to grab any.

The speed suggested someone had been repeatedly tapping the screen where the red envelopes appeared!

Otherwise, how could it be so fast!

By the stove, Xiang’Er happened to tap on a red envelope, catching the second one Mo Jingchun sent.

362.9 yuan.

Just like that, in an instant, Xiang’Er holding Grandma’s phone became the luckiest of all.

"Grandma, look,"

Xiang’Er held up the phone, seeking praise from Grandma.

Seeing it, Xiang’Er’s Grandma said, "My my, what a big red envelope this boss must have sent."

After sending a few more 1,000 yuan red envelopes in the family group, Mo Jingchun sneaked away.

Similarly, Mo Jingchun sent several envelopes in the company executives’ group.

Although not much, it was still a gesture, which made all the difference.

The human heart, after all, is a sensitive thing.

A not-so-large red envelope could win people over, so why not?

At this moment, Mo Jingchun heard someone’s footsteps approaching.

Turning his head, Mo Jingchun found himself both amused and exasperated.

There was Candy, head tucked down, running down in her pajamas.

Mo Jingchun quickly got up and carried Candy to the stove to warm up, "Why did Guoguo come down? What if you catch a cold from the cold?"

In Mo Jingchun’s arms, the little one burrowed her head into his down jacket, her little face pressed against his chest.

"Guoguo woke up and wanted to find brother~"

"But brother wasn’t upstairs, so Guoguo had to come down and look for him."

Thinking about going downstairs to find her brother, Candy complained pitifully:

"Guoguo wanted Bun to come with them, but Bun, that big meanie, wouldn’t move, still snoring."

"Almost made Guoguo so mad."

Mo Jingchun pinched Candy’s cold little feet, laughing heartily:

"Then how about brother throws Bun away later?"

Hearing her brother mention throwing Bun away, Candy got anxious.

"No, no."

"Actually, Bun isn’t all that bad."

"Guoguo has already forgiven Bun."

Meanwhile, upstairs in the bedroom, Bun was blissfully unaware of how close he came to being cast out, still sleeping sweetly and purring in his dreams.

Bun should consider himself lucky; otherwise, the outcome would be unpredictable if Candy’s anger had seen him.

After more than ten minutes, once Mo Jingchun had helped Candy change clothes, he asked:

"Guoguo."

"Mm-hmm~"

"Does Guoguo want noodles for breakfast, or would you rather have porridge?"

Candy looked up, touching the corner of her mouth with her left hand, thought for a moment, then said:

"Brother, it’s been a long time since Guoguo had noodles."

"Guoguo wants noodles for breakfast today."

"The really yummy kind of noodles."

Mo Jingchun chuckled and said, "That’s called Yangchun noodles, remember?"

"Oh oh, Yangchun noodles, Guoguo wants to eat Yangchun noodles."

"Okay, you warm up here while brother goes to cook the noodles."

"Don’t play with the fire, okay?"

"Oh come on, brother, you’ve said it many times; playing with fire will wet the bed."

"Guoguo doesn’t want to wet the bed, no way."

That morning, Mo Jingchun thought the heavy snow meant no visitors.

Yet, many people came.

It wasn’t until the last guest, an uncle Mo Jingchun didn’t even recognize, left around noon that Mo Jingchun finally sighed in relief.

Only then, standing in the courtyard, Mo Jingchun was amazed to discover that the morning’s foot traffic from relatives had trampled a path through the snow on the asphalt road.

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