Brilliant fireworks bloomed over Qianjin Village, drawing people out at the sound to watch. The excited chatter of children and adults guessing whose family was setting them off faintly carried through the air.
On New Year's Eve, while others stayed up to welcome the new year, Tang Mingli and Tang Yue were in her former room, doing accounts.
Wei Jiajia brought in food and hot water, and Tang Mingli pulled her to sit down.
Tang Mingli hadn't rested these past days. Thankfully, Wei Jiajia's morning sickness had lessened, otherwise, he might not have had the mindset to do accounts even on New Year's Eve.
Tang Mingli's accounting was meticulous, showing monthly payroll, fabric inventory, stock levels, and sales figures—so clear that even those unfamiliar with accounting could understand, though the sea of numbers could make one's head hurt.
