Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Even for those large clans with orderly inheritance, there may not be one or two hundred children kowtow to their elders during the Chinese New Year.

A bit shocking.

The children in the back kowtowed one by one.

After everyone finished kowtowing, Zhao Chuanxin stood up and went to the corner to move the box.

"Come and get them one by one!"

When Sniffle Kid took the pencil case, he was dumbfounded.

Someone couldn't help but said: "Uncle, what is this you gave me? Isn't it a red envelope? Why don't you give me a red envelope this year?"

"Oh, I see you are all grown up. Older children don't need red envelopes."

The snot-nosed kid's little face immediately fell: "Ah? You really don't want to give it to me? Then I'm not kowtowing in vain? Besides, this box looks good, but it doesn't have the benefits of a red envelope!"

"Oh my god, you kowtow to express your feelings just for the red envelope, right?"

"Ah? I don't want red envelopes, I don't want red envelopes!"

You know, Zhao Chuanxin not only gives them red envelopes during the Chinese New Year, but also occasionally buys them snacks and brings them gadgets to play with.

The snot baby didn't dare to offend him!

"This is more or less the same." Zhao Chuanxin said, "This is called a pencil case. It is used to hold pencils. Open it and take a look."

Sniveling Baby opened it and was pleasantly surprised to find the red envelope with a sheep's head pattern lying quietly inside.

"Hehe, I knew Uncle Chuanxin would not refuse to give him a red envelope."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Everyone, get out of here."

With Defu taking the lead, the snotty kids dispersed when they went out.

Li Zhitao asked blankly: "Zhao Sheng, are these your disciples and grandsons?"

These words immediately reminded Zhao Chuanxin of Zhao Hongzhi, who was a disciple or grandson?

He glared at Li Zhitao, who was confused.

Gao Li explained: "These are common people's children in Lugang Town. They are rare children who come to pay homage to the New Year and give red envelopes every year. There used to be only a dozen, but now the number is close to 200, and there will be more next year."

At this time, Miao Cuihua reached out to Jiang Mingxin: "Bring it here!"

Jiang Mingxin rolled his eyes, pulled Li Anyang and said, "Anyang, let's go!"

Then he ignored Miao Cuihua and ran out of the house.

The two little girls poked and cooed in the yard for a long time before returning.

One for each person, hand over the red envelope.

Li Zhitao and Chui Shuiju stretched their necks to watch, and their eyes widened when they saw Miao Cuihua taking out a piece of ocean from the red envelope.

Guess, during the Chinese New Year, Mr. Zhao casually handed out nearly 200 yuan in red envelopes!

Gao Li shook her head at Li Anyang: "Just keep what I gave you, and remember not to spend it randomly."

Jiang Mingxin looked at his mother with big eyes, and then at Gao Li, with a very wonderful expression on his face.

When Miao Cuihua saw it, she tapped Jiang Mingxin's forehead with her white finger: "What are you looking at? I won't give it to you, so I won't waste it on you."

"Humph!"

Jiang Mingxin expressed his dissatisfaction, but the gap in his heart was not too big.

The worst outcome is better than last year, because this year's red envelope contains a big ocean and a dime of small ocean. She secretly kept the dime, which is much better than last year's copper coins.

Miao Cuihua became suspicious because she knew her daughter Mo Ruomu.

Ordinarily, the daughter should be very disappointed. After all, Li Anyang could keep his money, but hers was confiscated.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly helped Jiang Mingxin out: "Haha, it's quite late. You and Anyang should go back to the house and sleep. We have to continue drinking."

After Jiang Mingxin left, Miao Cuihua inadvertently approached Zhao Chuanxin, pressed her chest against his arm, and whispered: "Is there something fishy in the red envelope?"

"What's the matter? You're too thoughtful."

So, keep drinking.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin had a splitting headache.

The amount is shallow, and I don’t drink it if I can’t help it.

It’s Chinese New Year, and I drink too much for this joy.

When I opened my eyes, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

It was Miao Cuihua who helped him to bed yesterday. Fortunately, this woman had a bottom line and did not take advantage of others' danger.

After this year, there are more worries.

Zhao Chuanxin's headache became even worse when he thought about all the burdens he had unintentionally placed on him at the end of last year.

During this time, we have to go to Tianjin City to rescue Zhang Rong.

After getting up, he found Fan Ziliang sitting on the sofa in the living room, seemingly waiting for a long time.

"Happy New Year, sir."

"Happy New Year. It's the first day of the new year. Why are you here if you don't sleep in?"

"Sir, I have your telegram. I'll let you know."

"Oh?" Whoever sent a telegram on New Year's Day has something wrong with his brain? "Who posted it and what did it say?"

Fan Ziliang scratched his head and handed over a piece of paper. He couldn't read.

The handwriting is beautiful. Looking at the handwriting of Zhao Chuanxin, you can tell that it was written by Xiao Wu.

It was written on the paper: I, Liang Dunyan, am the president of Peiyang University. I have heard that Mr. Zhao is a patriotic man who has done many things for the people. I have heard that Mr. Zhao has been famous for a long time. Today, I respectfully invite Mr. Zhao to come to the University Hall to give a warning speech to awaken the minds of students with a new style of study and to promote the spirit of patriotism. Songsheng will walk backwards to welcome you!

What do you mean?

Want me to give a lecture at a university?

Zhao Chuanxin's heart was beating wildly.

He shook off the paper and said to Fan Ziliang: "Ziliang, look, look, I have always been low-key, but gold always shines wherever I go. What is this called? Yes, Liang Dunyan, from the university Principal, please beg me to go to Peiyang University Hall to give a speech. If I don’t agree, I will kneel down and keep begging!”

The phrase "falling back to greet each other" was translated by Zhao Chuanxin as kneeling down to beg.

Fan Ziliang scratched his head: "Sir, why does he kneel down to beg you?"

"You don't understand. This is a matter for educated people. I used to think that I was only six or seven times taller, but now it seems that I should be nine times taller. That's why this man begged me to give a speech."

"Sir, you are so awesome!"

"Hey, I don't want to be like this either. I can't help it. I can't suppress my talent."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin immediately got up and went to the police station.

He excitedly entered the house and told Liu Baobao, "I have to go to Tianjin City. You guys should guard your home. This year is going to be a troubled year. Don't let the little devils come and steal the tower!"

Liu Guogui was confused: "On New Year's Day, are you going to Tianjin?"

"I don't want to do this either, but I'm a soft-hearted person, and I hate seeing others kneel down..."

So I showed him the telegram.

Liu Guogui stroked his goatee that he had grown recently. He was not as easy to fool as Fan Ziliang: "We walked backwards to meet each other. As far as I know, it doesn't mean kneeling, right?"

"It's almost the same. I'm leaving in two days, and I happen to go to Tianjin City to rescue Zhang Rong first, and give a speech on the way."

Zhao Chuanxin left happily.

Soon, word spread in Lugang Town that Beiyang University invited Zhao Chuanxin to give a patriotic speech.

Beiyang Xuetang is a modern university with a four-year academic system, including undergraduate and preparatory courses.

Beiyang Academy was later renamed Tianjin University.

Nowadays, it is even more famous, well-known in the educational field, and is the Jerusalem in the hearts of thousands of students.