On the first day of the new year, Kujo Miki got up earlier than usual.

When she went downstairs and walked into the living room, Toru Watanabe was telling Xiaolian about his high school life in Tokyo.

"...At that time, the football flew across the entire Kamikawa Stadium, and the cameras couldn't keep up!" He held an orange in his hand and drew an exaggerated parabola.

"Oh——" Xiaolian opened her mouth and her little head moved along with the orange in Toru Watanabe's hand.

"When we land!" He put the orange into Xiaolian's hand, "Everyone shouted 'Watanabe! Watanabe!' From that moment on, your brother and I are the strongest high school students in the entire island country."

Xiaolian looked stupidly at the oranges held in her hands.

"Miki, you're up." Toru Watanabe noticed Kujo Miki walking in.

"Yeah." Miki Kujo sat on her exclusive cushion.

Xiaolian came back to her senses, stood up with her little hands on the table, and bowed obediently to Kujo Miki:

"We are here to pay New Year greetings. Happy New Year, Sister Meiji."

"Well, Happy New Year." Kujo Miki nodded in return.

She noticed the red envelope of New Year's money (white envelope to be precise) in front of Xiaolian's desk, and spread her hands towards Toru Watanabe.

Watanabe Toru gave her the half-eaten orange, with the pulp and peel and bright green leaves on the peel.

"I'll let you get the money." Kujo Miki said angrily.

Of course, the oranges were not returned to Toru Watanabe.

"Money? New Year's money?" Toru Watanabe asked.

"I want to give Xiaolian new year's money."

"Hmm!" If Xiaolian had dull hair, it must have stood up now.

"How much?" Toru Watanabe asked while taking out his wallet.

"One million, maybe."

"One, one, one million!" Xiaolian put on a defensive posture, as if she had suffered a powerful shock wave - similar to the expressions and movements of other background characters like Super Saiyan transformation.

"Where can I get so much cash?" Toru Watanabe said helplessly.

"how much do you have?"

Watanabe Toru counted his poor wallet: "Only fifty-three thousand yen."

"Then fifty thousand."

Watanabe Toru ignored Kujo Miki, who had a serious abnormal concept of money, and took out a thousand yen note. Since there was no red envelope, he handed it directly to Xiaoren.

"Xiao Lian, this is the New Year's money given to you by Sister Mei Ji." He said.

Xiaolian was frightened and took a step back: "Can we really accept it? This is a thousand yen, Archer!"

"certainly!"

Xiaolian looked at it for several more seconds, and looked at each other several times with Toru Watanabe before confirming that she could really accept it.

When she carefully took the thousand yen note, her eyes were full of childlike innocence and watery.

"We are touched." She held the thousand yen in her arms, "We are touched by this thousand yen."

"One thousand yen?" Kujo Miki frowned and looked at Toru Watanabe, who was good at making opinions, "Not even 10,000 yen?"

"Miki, this place is different from Tokyo." Toru Watanabe put away his wallet, "In Mizawa Village, all New Year's money is coins, and one thousand yen has been the New Year's money for several years."

The maximum face value of the coin is 500 yen, which is enough to buy a schoolbag and snacks at the small shop in Mizawa Village.

For children and even adults living in Mizawa Village, the amount of New Year's money given by Tokyo is unimaginable.

As for the New Year's money that Queen Kujo casually mentioned - one million yen, most people living in "Chiyoda-ku" or "Minato-ku" in Tokyo probably wouldn't dare to think about it, right?

"Miki is up?" Watanabe walked in with boiled rice cakes, "Happy New Year!"

Kujo Miki stood up and bowed beautifully to Watanabe Eda:

"Mother, Happy New Year."

Watanabe was stunned for a moment, then laughed happily and said again: "Happy New Year!"

Sitting in the kotatsu with his hands behind his body, Toru Watanabe lazily watched this scene.

"Miki, this is your lucky money." Watanabe took out a white red envelope from his apron pocket.

"Thank you, mother." Kujo Miki saluted again and took it with both hands.

Putting down the boiled rice cake, Watanabe Eda noticed Xiaolian holding a thousand yen.

"Xiao Lian, what is this?" she asked.

"New Year's money from Sister Meiji!" Xiaolian replied.

"That's it. Then have you said thank you to Sister Meiji?"

"Yeah!" Xiaolian's body was shaken, "We forgot!"

Then, she quickly put her feet together and bowed respectfully to Kujo Miki:

"Sister Meiji, thank you very much. We will always remember you."

"..."

The dialect used is the dialect of Iwate Prefecture, and the honorifics are used very well. Well, the wording is just not very auspicious.

When the atmosphere was a little awkward, Qingye Rin also walked into the living room carrying boiled rice cakes.

When the five of them were having breakfast, Toru Watanabe asked: "Mom, where is dad?"

"Still sleeping in."

After dinner, the five of them sat and chatted, listening to Toru Watanabe continue to brag about his rosy high school life.

On the TV, there was a New Year's program playing that was inexplicably thought of as making noise.

"Sorry, sorry, I got up late." Tsuneo Watanabe walked in embarrassedly.

"Uncle (father), Happy New Year." Two girls, one a young girl, congratulated in unison.

"happy New Year Happy New Year."

When Tsuneo Watanabe sat down to eat rice cakes, his cell phone's default ringtone rang during the dinner.

Kujo Miki took out her mobile phone and answered the call.

Xiaolian's eyes were fixed on the mobile phone. It was a style she had never seen before.

When Miki Kujo put down her phone, Toru Watanabe asked, "What's the matter?"

He heard that the person on the other side of the phone was the robot Jingliu.

"The shopping has arrived." After Kujo Miki finished speaking, she stood up with an inviolable aura, "Father, could you please come out for a moment?"

"Ah, okay." Tsuneo Watanabe wiped his mouth, "Do you need to move anything?"

"No." Miki Kujo walked out of the living room, "I bought you a car."

"..."

Watanabe let out a surprised "Eh--" and covered his mouth with his hand.

Watanabe Tsuneo came to his senses and said quickly: "How can this be done? How can I accept your gift? This is not..."

"I think I need your seal, please hurry up and get it." Kujo Miki's tone was very polite, using honorifics, but with a tone of command that could not be refused.

Tsuneo Watanabe had never seen such a strong person in his life, and he had never been sent to a car. He just stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do.

"Dad, I've already bought it, go and get the seal." Toru Watanabe said.

He was also shocked.

"But..." Tsuneo Watanabe hesitated.

"To Meiki, a car is worthless." Toru Watanabe continued to persuade, "She is an acquaintance who is not a friend. When she met me for the first time and found out that I was her boyfriend, she wanted to give me a Lamborghini."

"Don't accept random gifts from others!" Watanabe had not recovered from the surprise, but the lesson he blurted out based on instinct.

"I know, I didn't go get it." Watanabe Toru responded, and then urged: "Dad, go quickly, don't keep people waiting."

"Oh, okay."

When Tsuneo Watanabe left the living room, he always felt a little cheerful.

Perhaps in fear, uneasiness, and surprise, he prayed in his heart that it would be a BMW - this was Watanabe's father's dream.

‘Dad, how can you fight against the erosion of capitalists like this!’ Toru Watanabe complained in his mind.

"I'll go take a look." Watanabe was worried.

"We want to see it too!" Xiaolian ran out after him, and the floor was stepped on.

Watanabe Toru looked away and took the persimmon cake.

When he took the first bite, he noticed that Rin Qingye put his hand on his chin, thinking about something.
To be continued...