Teacher He of the Siheyuan

Yan Bugui obviously didn't believe it.

"Old He, I can understand that you don't want to buy this drink, but it's too much to fool me by boasting that you know a calligraphy master."

They have known He Daqing for so many years, apart from seeing a few elderly cooks he has befriended and a few widows whom he has heard of.

It is impossible for a cook to use a pen instead of a kitchen knife one day.

He Daqing didn't explain, but asked Silly Zhuzi to go to his room to fetch a pair of words that he had pressed on the bookshelf.

After a while, He Yuzhu took the word back.

This move made Yan Bugui suspicious, and when the rice paper came over, he spread it and saw that it was Xin Qiji's words.

Xijiang moon, walking in the yellow sand road at night.

"The bright moon leaves the branches frightened by the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year, and one can hear the sound of frogs.

Seven or eight stars away, two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain.In the old days, by the forest side of Maodian Society, Luzhuanxi Bridge suddenly appeared. "

The whole poem uses He Daqing's seven-point skill, and the writing is coherent, smooth and elegant, which is definitely up to the standard.

After all, Yan Bugui was the only intellectual in the courtyard, so he had a little discernment and recognized the level of calligraphy of a master.

Yan Bugui broke his defense.

There are three uncles in the courtyard, this Yi Zhonghai took in his son, He Daqing got to know the master of calligraphy, and only he stayed where he was.

The wind was so cold that Yan Bugui went home lonely.

Today is really a bad night for him, the meat has not been eaten, not to mention the money has flowed out, and the field of calligraphy, which he is proud of, will not be able to dominate the courtyard after tonight.

The peanut melon seed candy that belongs to me, wouldn't it be impossible to keep it?

No no no.

This loss is too great.

This loophole must be plugged.

Thinking of this, Yan Bugui stopped moving, and went back to He's house cheekily again.

He Daqing was eating a slice of husband and wife's lungs, but he didn't expect Yan Bugui to turn back.

"Old He, let's talk alone," Yan Bugui said in a mysterious and low voice.

What I said next is really degrading, so it's better to be able to see one less person or one less person to see it.

If Shazhu's big mouth gets out to him, half of his innocence will be gone.

Seeing Brother Yan's begging look, He Daqing said, "Zhuzi will help Dad buy a pack of cigarettes, and you can take the rest of the money as a red envelope for the New Year."

He Yuzhu, whose heart was ignited by gossip, was originally unwilling to leave, but his father ordered, so he should be obedient.

And there is still money to take, which happens to be saved, and if I see Miss Lou again that day, I can buy her something to eat.

I heard Sister Qin say that women like men who spend money on her. This kind of man is very attractive.

It's called a sense of security.

I want to be a good man with a sense of security.

Wait for the silly pillar to go away.

He Daqing asked coldly, "If you have something to say, just talk about it."

It's a big night, if there is no special important thing to delay my work, I will cut you, and I will make a big sword if it is later.

In the winter, don't dredge your muscles and bones, and reward your busy self.

How did Yan Bugui guess what Director He was thinking, and said with a smile, "Old He, that friend you know must be very busy during the Chinese New Year, so he won't come to our courtyard."

"What's the matter if you don't come or not? It depends on fate." He Daqing reckoned that this kid was not aimless, and there must be a reason for asking this question.

Could not get a definite answer.

Yan Bugui didn't hold back anymore and said, "It's the end of the year, and many people in the neighborhood want to change their couplets. They used to look for me. You know that I am naturally kind and helpful, and everyone likes it. My words are so..."

understood.

Brother Yan wanted to continue to occupy the market for writing couplets near the courtyard. He was used to eating alone before, but now a calligrapher whose calligraphy is ten times better than his suddenly appeared, so he was flustered.

Afraid that someone would steal business from him.

Having figured it out, He Daqing had a solid idea in his mind, and asked, "Brother Yan, are you trying to monopolize the courtyard, are you trying to play cultural hegemony?"

"Give up, I won't be with you"

After speaking, he stood up and turned around, with his back to Yan Bugui.

As soon as Yan Pugui heard that his fortune was about to be cut off, Yan Bugui immediately became anxious. He could beat him and humiliate him, but he couldn't cut off his fortune.

This is earned by myself.

He pulled He Daqing to sit down, "Old He, I have something to discuss."

"How many years have we been friends?"

Yan Bugui knew that he was going to bleed some more tonight, so he stretched out two fingers and said, "I won't let you suffer, how about I give you this number?"

[-]% to send beggars.

He Daqing shook his head and stretched out five fingers, "This number is auspicious."

"This won't work, it's too much." It was Yan Bugui's turn to shake his head, "Is this number not enough for me to work, up to [-]%?"

He Daqing guessed that he had reached the bottom line, so he agreed without further arguing.

"Okay, Brother Yan is so sincere, then I won't entertain my calligraphy friend this year."

Anyway, it's all a windfall, and it may add up to a half catty of peanuts and melon seeds, which is not worth much.

Compared to this, being able to cut a hair from Yan Laoxi's body is worth drinking.

…………

After experiencing the exclusive happiness of his father, He Daqing slept until dawn after fighting the virus with fire with enthusiasm.

If you want to use two words to evaluate, it is professional!

When I went out, I found many big girls and young wives gathered together in twos and threes, talking about something.

The courtyard is so big that there is no way to hide any secrets, and I don't know who spread the news. A breaking news exploded the circle of friends of the residents of the courtyard.

The protagonists of the news are Yi Zhonghai, who is highly respected and has his own traffic, and Xu Damao, who is no different from a fool.

"Have you heard that the uncle has recognized his son?"

"You know it too"

"Don't you know, I heard my family talk about it this morning. You said that this uncle made Xu Damao get used to ecstasy, and he actually recognized him as his godson."

Everyone was talking to each other, and they ate this big melon happily.

The scene was in full swing.

At this time, someone gestured, "Shh, don't talk about it, the godson is here."

Sure enough, Xu Damao came over shaking his legs.

His expression was indescribably proud.

Today is the first day to recognize a godfather, so you have to make a good impression, this is the first step to successfully inherit the inheritance.

Xu Damao entered the uncle's house and called out enthusiastically, "Godmother, where is my godfather?"

The big mom got goosebumps from the scare, "Da Mao, why don't you call me big mom, I'm used to it, I'm a little awkward when you change your name so suddenly."

"How can this work?" Xu Damao bought wine and vegetables last night and knelt down, and then realized how could his godfather give up.

No one can deprive me of my right to be a son.

"Godmother, you will treat me as your son from now on, and I will take care of your old age as well."

And it will give you old age and death. As for whether you will have a grand funeral or not, it depends on whether your family is rich or not.

When Yi Zhonghai, who was hiding behind the door, heard this, he immediately regretted and just wanted to grab the ground with his head.

An old face is even more ugly.

Damn, it's a mistake to drink!