Siheyuan: I, the eldest son of the Liu family, will enter the department!

"I bought the firecrackers!"

The wrinkles on his face relaxed, and he lifted the red cloth triumphantly:

"I spent a lot of time talking to the comrades at the supply and marketing cooperative, and they finally agreed to give me an extra small one. This will bring some fun to the children in the courtyard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the yard was instantly filled with people.

The children screamed and clung to the wooden boxes, their eyes filled with bright lights that could set off firecrackers.

Sha Zhu is even more impatient.

He reached out to remove one of the hangings: "Let me see how long this one with a thousand rings is."

"Hey! Don't move!"

Yan Bugui slapped his hand away like a protective child: "These firecrackers should be set off on New Year's Eve to bring good luck. If you use them now, the good luck will be gone."

He said as he spoke.

He reached into his pocket calmly, and inside was the money he had just negotiated.

Inside was the ninety cents I had just received in change from Lao Li.

This leg was worth the run!

The only one missing from the crowd was the old man Yi Zhonghai.

He sat in his house, listening to the noisy voices and children's laughter in the yard, and felt that the sound was very heartbreaking.

Knew it!

The joys and sorrows are not the same between people.

Of course, no matter how upset he felt, he paid every penny of the firecracker money he was assigned to, and had already asked the aunt to deliver it.

You can lose face, but you can’t break the rules!

But the fire in my heart burns even more fiercely than the fuse of an unlit firecracker.

……

……

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it is the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the festive atmosphere is already strong.

Every household in the courtyard is thinking about pasting red couplets to welcome the festival.

Speaking of the task of writing couplets—

Obviously, this is Yan Bugui's old profession, and he comes out every year to earn some extra money.

Soon.

He simply laid out all the things in his house one by one.

The ink in the inkstone was carefully ground by him using an ink stick. It was black and shiny, and exuded a strong fragrance of ink.

The cut red paper was neatly stacked aside, exuding a festive atmosphere.

"Writing couplets!"

"Is there anyone in the hospital who needs help writing couplets?" Yan Bugui cleared his throat.

Then he picked up the brush, dipped it full in the ink tray, and with a flick of his wrist, the word "Fu" appeared on the paper. He really had some skills.

"Yo!"

"Third Uncle, are you planning to write couplets to earn your cultural money today?"

"It has to be Uncle Three who has the brains!"

The people watching the fun gathered in a circle in the yard, joking with each other but thinking in their hearts.

They all live in the same courtyard.

You can see it everywhere you look. If someone really goes out to find someone else to write it, wouldn’t that be a slap in the face of Uncle Three?

Everyone understands the ways of the world.

It's worth spending a little money to buy harmonious neighborhood.

Jia Zhang is the most active!

He squeezed to the front, tightly grasped a handful of roasted melon seeds in his hand, and stuffed it directly into Yan Bugui's hand.

"His Third Uncle!"

"This year, the same old rules apply. Write me a good couplet. Just write that..."

"Get promoted and make a fortune!"

For some reason, these four words came out of Jia Zhang's mouth.

There is always an inexplicable sense of joy!

Yan Bugui pinched the melon seeds, feeling happy in his heart, but his face showed the demeanor of a master.

"Don't worry, come one by one, we have them all!"

He was waving his pen and was about to show off his skills to Jia Zhangshi when Sha Zhu's loud voice, like a broken gong, exploded without warning.

"Hey, I say..."

Sha Zhu grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice: "Third Uncle's handwriting is not bad, but compared to Guang Qi, isn't it a little lacking?"

……

……

Yan Bugui paused!

The ink dripped onto the red paper, spreading out into a black blob.

The smug look on his face froze instantly, his neck stiffening like a fighting cock. "Silly Zhu, what do you mean?"

You can say that Yan Bugui is calculating or stingy, but he will admit it.

But what about his handwriting?

This is simply digging up the roots of Mr. Yan! How could a chef treat his ability to feed himself so badly?

"I think..."

Sha Zhu spoke confidently, his voice even louder: "Who is Ren Guangqi? He's a serious university student and a cadre in a ministry!"

"He's got real ink in his belly!"

"Let him write the couplets. That's what culture is all about! Posting them up, wouldn't it be better than something with the meaning of getting promoted or getting rich?"

After hearing these words, Yan Bugui was so angry that he just wanted to curse.

There is really no wrong nickname!

This idiot Zhu really doesn't understand the ways of the world at all.

He puts such high intensity on himself right from the start. How is Yan going to make money in the hospital in the future?

He yelled like this.

How can he make money with his cultural background? Who will respect him as a third-rate uncle in the future?

But he really had no way to refute Sha Zhu.

All of a sudden!

The neighbors who had been surrounding Yan Bugui all fell silent.

After a few seconds.

There was a slight commotion in the crowd.

Yup!

Why does Sha Zhu, this bastard, sound so reasonable today?

There is a gold nugget in the yard. The future leader does not ask for a piece of calligraphy to share the good luck, but instead asks an elementary school teacher to write for him. Isn't this pure stupidity?

Couplets praying for promotion and wealth...

How can it be more effective than asking someone who is getting promoted and getting rich directly for help?

Silly column!

You are really quick-witted, kid!

Jia Zhang's eyes rolled, and she had already grabbed the handful of melon seeds on Yan Bugui's table.

She quietly took a step back, her eyes already passing Yan Bugui!

It floated towards the Liu family's backyard.

……

……

Seeing Yan Bugui jumping up and down in anxiety!

Looking at Liu Guangqi basking in the sun in the backyard, everyone's eyes were filled with the hope of getting promoted and making a fortune.

The looks in the courtyard changed completely at this moment.

It was as if he was looking at some rare object, his eyes were full of eagerness and flattery, as if the words "seeking promotion, seeking wealth" were almost carved on his face.

"Guangqi!"

"You are the most promising person in our courtyard now, so write one for us too!"

"That's right, the handwriting of cadres is so exquisite!"

"Even the stickers on the door have to have an official air..."

This time.