Scholars in the courtyard

Chapter 135

After brushing and writing, Yan Fugui fanned the wind with his hand.

When the Spring Festival couplets were done, I rolled them up myself, and smiled at the bewildered people in the room, "Wait. I'll go and make alms for you."

After speaking, the person walked to the middle courtyard.

In the courtyard, Yang Xiaotao packed his things properly, lit the stove to heat up the room, added water to the pot, and prepared to take a hot bath.

Now he picked up the sweeping pole and was clearing the snow in the yard when he saw Yan Fugui walking over.

"Xiaotao is back!"

"Third Master, happy Chinese New Year."

Yang Xiaotao watched him say hello in advance, and then continued to work.

"Hey, happy new year, happy new year."

Yan Fugui, on the other hand, hit the snake and followed the upper roller, and walked up to Yang Xiaotao in three or two steps, with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

Yang Xiaotao just said hello politely, but he didn't expect the third master to look like this. Thinking of the nature of the third master, he immediately cheered up.

"Third Master, is something wrong with you?"

Yang Xiaotao spoke directly as always, and Yan Fugui was also used to this way of communication. He squinted his eyes, looked at Yang Xiaotao's room, and laughed even more.

"Xiaotao, you are back now, and the third master specially gave you a generous gift."

Yan Fugui continued with a smile, "This Chinese New Year, let's celebrate it."

"Every household in this family has hung up Spring Festival couplets. Seeing that your family has not hung up the couplets, the third master specially wrote a copy and gave it to you."

As he spoke, he put his hands in front of his eyes, holding a stack of red paper in his hand.

Yang Xiaotao squinted his eyes, knowing in his heart that this Yan Fugui was clearly asking for something.

According to the rules in this courtyard, writing Spring Festival couplets always has to be rewarded. In the past few years, Yan Fugui has relied on this "craft" to earn a lot of money every New Year, and have a good year.

It's just that he didn't expect this guy to reach out to himself.

"Third Master, thank you for your kindness."

"Look, isn't this sticking to it?"

Yang Xiaotao said, pointing to the two sides of the gate, it should be posted with the help of Uncle Chen.

Unexpectedly, Yan Fugui smiled even more hilariously, "I can't see this."

"Didn't you go back to the countryside? I thought you hadn't posted any pictures on your house here, so I specially brought you two pictures."

I have to open the Spring Festival couplets and let Yang Xiaotao have a look.

"This Spring Festival couplet, you'd better take it back."

"New Year's Eve is over, what's the matter with posting now?"

Yang Xiaotao didn't let him open it, and directly refused, Yan Fugui's smile froze in place.

"Then how can it be done? Besides, it's a year if you don't come out of the first month. It's not too late to post it now."

"Come on, the third master will post it for you. Take a look at this Spring Festival couplet. It definitely has a good meaning."

Saying so, regardless of Yang Xiaotao's refusal, he opened it by himself.

Yang Xiaotao glanced at it, and Yan Fugui read it quickly.

"The first couplet is: winter goes to spring, I wish you a radiant face."

"The second line is: the prosperity of the family, and Xiaotao's promotion step by step."

"Hengban: Fulin Siheyuan!"

"How is it? I wrote it for you, Third Master."

Yan Fugui insisted on the words, Yang Xiaotao felt hesitant to criticize, what are these and what, they don't match up, they are coerced, this is also called Spring Festival couplets?

"Third Master, I didn't mean you."

"Writing Spring Festival couplets for others has to be a little sincere. It's fine if others don't understand. Are you using this to fool me?"

Yan Fugui was stunned, no one has ever said this before?
He always thought that the Spring Festival couplets he wrote were excellent, or else people would come from the surrounding yards to ask for Spring Festival couplets every New Year?

"Look, people's antithetical couplets require neat lines, level and tonal coordination, harmonious phonology, staggered ups and downs, melodious, sonorous, and catchy. What are you? I wish you well, and Xiaotao, can you write? "

"Look at the horizontal batch again, Fulin Siheyuan, why don't you Fulin your home?"

Yang Xiaotao didn't give any face, and Yan Fugui's face was flushed.

"You, you don't understand, this is called art."

"Your size art! Take it away!"

Yang Xiaotao was too lazy to talk, "It's the Chinese teacher, I think it was taught by the math teacher!"

"Besides knowing that the word count is equal, what else do you know?"

"Okay, hurry up, this kind of Spring Festival couplets will not make people laugh. I can't afford to lose this person."

Yang Xiaotao continued to work, and Yan Fugui was frustrated and questioned his professionalism, which made him feel extremely insulted.

"You, you don't know what's good or bad, you don't know much."

Yan Fugui wanted to say something more, but he thought that Yang Xiaotao was also a high school educated person. Although he didn't graduate, the momentum of his studies need not be considered. He must have a higher education level than his junior high school level.

After Yan Fugui finished speaking, he left. Yang Xiaotao spat in disdain behind him and continued to work.

Back home, Yan Fu threw the Spring Festival couplets he had written into the stove in high spirits, his face twisted.

"Father, what's the matter, you're going to be deflated."

Seeing his appearance, the third mother knew that he was not flattering, and Yan Jiecheng, who was returning home, also came over, "Father, that guy's cheap, you don't want to think about it!"

"Go and go, go and go. If you have the time, it's better to think about work. Don't be a hammer here and a pick all day long. You don't have a serious job."

Yan Fugui was annoyed, and Yan Jiecheng had no choice but to sit on the bed with his hands spread out.

"Hey, you don't know how hard it is to find this job. There are quite a few temporary jobs, but the official ones are all one radish and one hole. It's so difficult!"

Yan Fugui also knew the situation, but he couldn't lower his request, so he could only say seriously, "You still don't pay attention. I remember, you still owe 140, eight yuan and six cents!"

Yan Jiecheng was speechless, and Yan Jiefang on the side even lowered his head and dared not speak out, for fear of attracting his father's attention.

After Yang Xiaotao ransacked Yan Fugui, he continued to tidy up in the yard.

After a while, Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen also came back. The old couple went to visit their relatives, and they were also happy to see Yang Xiaotao come back.

Called over for dinner at night, Yang Xiaotao also answered, ready to bring some things there.

On the other side, what happened at Yang Xiaotao's gate happened to be seen by Xu Damao who came back.

I didn't think it was a big deal at first, after all, people come and go, and people are so sophisticated.

Seeing Yan Fugui leaving angrily, and Yang Xiaotao proud of himself, Xu Damao's eyes rolled immediately.

He is still a bit weak in this courtyard now, it's fine if he is bullied by Sha Zhu on weekdays, he can always find a chance to get revenge.

But being bullied by Yang Xiaotao, and being manipulated every time, made him uncomfortable.

What's more, now that he is married to a capitalist's daughter-in-law, his reputation is a bit burdened, but he lives comfortably.

The people in this courtyard are all the reincarnation of sauerkraut essence, but they just don't like others.

Therefore, now Xu Damao desperately needs to find someone to share the pressure with, or to support him at critical times.

As for this person, Xu Damao thinks that the third master is very suitable.

Now is the opportunity.

Xu Damao ran back to the backyard, and in a short while under Lou Xiaoe's astonished gaze, he went out with a bag of peanuts, a piece of bacon sausage, and a bottle of liquor.

Lou Xiao'e didn't bother to talk to him, and continued to stay at home.

At the third grandpa's house, Yan Fugui was lying on the bed, still hurting the burnt pair in his heart.

The sum of paper and pen money is also a few cents, and more importantly, the value of such a pair is worth several cents, Yan Fugui only feels that he has lost a lot.

"Old Yan, don't be angry about a pair. It's not worth much at all, just treat it as a leftover from the Chinese New Year. What do you want to eat tonight, just say something."

The third mother asked Yan Fugui. At this time, Yan Fugui was full of unwillingness, and what came to mind were bags of things in Yang Xiaotao's house.

It would be great if I exchanged some.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the third mother asked again, "Old Yan, I want to ask you something."

Yan Fugui came back to his senses, put his hands into his cuffs to keep warm, and turned on his side. "Make dumplings, stuffed with sauerkraut."

Hearing making dumplings, the third mother asked happily. "Do you want some meat?"

Yan Fugui immediately turned his head, with a serious face, "What kind of meat are you putting?"

"Did you just eat during the Chinese New Year? Can't live yet?"

The three mothers bowed their heads and dared not speak.

Tuk Tuk Tuk

"Three masters!"

"Third Master, are you going from house to house?"

Suddenly Xu Damao's voice was heard at the door, and the old couple realized that the door was pushed open, and Xu Damao came in with something in his hand.

In an instant, Yan Fugui got up from the bed when he saw these things.

The third mother also saw something, with a smile on her face.

"Da Mao."

"Three mothers."

"Hey"

Xu Damao stepped forward and deliberately put the sausage and wine in front of him, "What's wrong with you, Third Master. Did you lie down and sleep so early?"

Yan Fugui looked at what Xu Damao was holding, and licked his lips, "No, this, Damao, you..."

Xu Damao clicked his tongue, "I didn't come to see you during the Chinese New Year. I'm free today, so I'll have a drink with you."

"Let's talk about my family, can you cook and eat?"

"Look. I've brought everything!"

Yan Fugui shook his head happily, and slapped his hands on his thighs, "You, you big Mao, really, it's exactly what I want."

"Both of us, let's not get drunk and go home today!"

Yan Fugui said happily, while the third mother hurriedly grabbed what was in Xu Damao's hands, and when they were done, they laughed and scolded Xu Damao.

"You say you drink two cups, just drink two cups. You say you still take so many things, really..."

Xu Damao responded with a half-smile.

"I don't know that you and the third master live a serious life. Our family is better off than your family."

"Why don't you hurry up and fry the peanuts, stir-fry the bacon sausage, and the third uncle and I will drink first."

Yan Fugui felt more at ease after hearing this, and the third mother immediately walked into the kitchen with a smile.

Yan Fugui and Xu Damao sat down, took out the teapot, and Xu Damao filled it for them.

"Third Master, you are the only one in our courtyard who has the level of a master."

"Others, I didn't say it, they can't do it."

Xu Damao said with emotion, Yan Fugui was also happy, "It's still Damao who can see clearly."

"That is."

"Third Master, don't look at what other people say about me on weekdays. This and that, just look at it yourself. When you come back from the countryside, you can't get something from me?"

"There are so many people in the courtyard, why did I give it to you? Or if I have you in my heart."

"The others, to put it bluntly, are all people who eat and don't do anything. It's not worth it, it's not worth it."

Xu Damao meant something, and claimed that the third master's shrewd calculations were given by him, and his tongue trembled sharply when he spoke.

It might be annoying to say that others are calculating, but to say that the third master is calculating is to praise him to his face.

Not ashamed, but proud.

"Da Mao, I didn't expect you to say that, Third Master, I'm glad."

Yan Fugui felt that he had found a confidant, so he wished he could have a drink right away and shout happily.

The two talked again, and the third mother brought out peanuts and stir-fried vegetables. Judging from the quantity, half of them should have been retained.

"Come on, Da Mao, drink and drink."

Knowing the family affairs, Yan Fugui hurriedly opened his mouth to fool him.

Xu Damao also understood the family style of the third master, so he didn't say anything, picked up the wine cup and drank it.

After drinking for three rounds, half of the dishes were served.

Xu Damao's complexion was flushed, and his drunken eyes were blurred.

The third master supported his head with his hands, and his eyelids were also fighting.

"Third Lord, this Yang Xiaotao is not a thing."

"As dead as he is, how dare he disrespect the old man in our courtyard? How dare he set my wife's opinion? I don't even look at what I look like. How can I compete with Xu Damao!"

Xu Damao spoke with his tongue out, Yan Fugui raised his head suddenly when he heard Yang Xiaotao's name, and slapped his palm on the table.

"It's not a big deal. This guy doesn't understand the world at all. He has no education, no quality, and no conscience!"

"Just like him, he won't stay in our courtyard for long!"

As Yan Fugui said, Xu Damao also began to add fuel and vinegar. After a while, the table became a denunciation meeting against Yang Xiaotao.

After a while, the vitality focused on Shazhu again.

(End of this chapter)