Siheyuan: Stab at Louzi at the beginning

Chapter 1084 No pain, no gain

The grand meeting ended.

This year has completely come to an end.

Xu Damao no longer needed to applaud and agree.

Everything is settled.

The third uncle Yan Bugui really did not break his promise and set up a stall in the Intermediate Court again. He said he would stand his last shift and he would stand his last shift.

To be honest, people at that time, as long as they graduated from elementary school, could basically write beautiful calligraphy.

This is no joke.

There are many people who stay in school to become teachers after graduating from elementary school.

As for calligraphy, it is a tradition. Schools offer courses on it. After a few years of study, you will naturally be able to write beautiful calligraphy, among other things.

Calligraphy courses gradually disappeared from classrooms only later.

The couplets written by teacher Yan Bugui are naturally extremely beautiful.

"Old Liu, when I move out, the task of writing the couplets will fall on you..."

Second Uncle Liu Haizhong often said that he graduated from elementary school, but he became a fitter. His hands were full of calluses and he might not even be able to hold a brush.

The man next to him raised his palm as big as a palm-leaf fan and waved it repeatedly to refuse.

"No, no, I could write before, but now I can't. My hands are shaking so much that I can't hold the pen. Director Xu, please write it next year."

Xu Damao thought about his poorly written calligraphy and naturally shook his head to refuse.

"You'd better ask someone else for help. I only know how to use a fountain pen."

Liu Haizhong also added: "You are the only teacher in our courtyard. It seems that we have to go out and look for one. The couplets we write can only get better and better, not worse and worse. It seems that we have to ask around..."

After Xu Damao finished speaking, he hurried out, as he had something else to do today.

Yan Bugui was still writing couplets with his head down.

"I am grateful for the big house allocated by the company, the good policies of the company, and the care of the leaders. This is my last shift in the courtyard, the last shift of Uncle San, and the last shift of writing couplets for everyone. This time, everyone can get a share, it's free, no money required..."

This year, Yan Bugui was also generous.

The neighbors who were watching laughed and said, "We are living a good life this year, so we don't need your twenty-five cents."

"Yes, yes, yes. I got a free couplet today. I might have to return it from somewhere else."

Several of them looked as if they had seen through the Third Master's plans.

"Hey, you little brat, life is better this year, so the price of couplets should be increased. If you guys don't want it for free, then give me fifty cents."

Yan Bugui pretended to kick the couplet, and handed it over without even looking at it.

"A price increase that doubles the original price? A profiteer, a profiteer, you are engaging in speculation, I will report you to the neighborhood committee."

"Go ahead, go ahead. The neighborhood committee is closed today."

"Then I want the free couplets. Wouldn't it be nice to have 50 cents to buy two packs of cigarettes?"

"What kind of family conditions do you have? You still smoke cigarettes that cost 25 cents?"

Everyone was talking and laughing, happy.

Yan Bugui was also smiling happily.

"Everyone has received my free couplets. After the Lantern Festival, everyone must come to my 'housewarming party'. I'll prepare some wine. Don't refuse. Eighty cents is not too little, and eighty yuan is not too much."

"Hey, Uncle, are you waiting for us here?"

Anyway, Third Uncle Yan Bugui is a character who never suffers any loss.

Everybody was used to it, and didn't take it too seriously, just joking around. They took the free couplets home first, and as for the happy event of moving to a new home... there would always be a way out when the time came.

The neighborhood committee is closed today, but the hospital is open today.

Compared with taking the pulse himself, Xu Damao trusts professional instruments more.

People make mistakes, machines don't.

Xu Damao himself is an expert in traditional Chinese medicine, but he also knows that traditional Chinese medicine has basically reached its limit. Treatment is too complicated, the effects are slow, and it wastes time and money.

The future development is that people with high status and wealth will be able to enjoy the health benefits of traditional Chinese medicine, but modern medicine such as Western medicine is more suitable for treating diseases.

It's not just traditional Chinese medicine, there are also minority medicines such as Miao medicine, which need to be treated with more caution.

After taking Ran Qiuye's pulse, Xu Damao felt that she should be pregnant, as her period had not come yet, but he still had to go to the hospital for another check-up and final confirmation.

This way you can feel completely at ease.

After picking up Ran Qiuye and checking her, I quickly got the result.

Xu Damao was naturally not stingy and gave a big red envelope to the doctor who examined him.

"Happy New Year in advance. Sorry to bother you during this important New Year..."

After some pleasantries, he left.

What can I say about doctors these days? They have a low status, a low salary, and it's a fixed salary. If they don't make some extra money, their lives will be very hard.

Looking around the world, the status of doctors is basically at the bottom, not to mention nurses.

So some medicines can be prescribed.

For example, Jia Zhang spent money to buy painkillers.

For example, Qin Huairu can even ask a doctor to issue a fake certificate.

The sale of various drugs is also common.

There are many such things. Giving a big red envelope is actually a hush money.

By the time Xu Damao brought Ran Qiuye back to the courtyard, every household had already posted couplets.

Even though the residents of some rooms have moved out, New Year's couplets are still posted there, with black words on red paper, looking very festive.

It was Liu Haizhong who was busy with two young people.

"Director Xu, you're back."

“This couplet was given by Old Yan. If we don’t use up all the red paper and ink this year, we won’t be able to use it next year. So regardless of whether there is anyone at home, we put up the couplet. It is festive and not lonely at all.”

Xu Damao naturally knew that this was an attempt to seek credit.

Now the courtyard house is nominally his property, and these uninhabited rooms can all be considered as his home.

I also accept this favor.

"Thank you for your hard work..."

Xu Damao didn’t want to talk any more, so he and Ran Qiuye returned to the backyard.

Now the only ones left in the backyard are Xu Damao's family, the second uncle's family, and the deaf old lady's family.

The uncle had already helped to paste the couplets for the deaf old lady's house, while Li Tianjiao and Qin Jingru were checking whether the couplets in their own house were pasted neatly.

If you post it with one side high and the other side low, others will laugh at you.

"What are you looking at standing at the door?"

"Da Mao, do you think this couplet is crooked? Why do I feel like it's not aligned?"

"That's because you didn't stand in the middle. It wasn't crooked. It was well pasted."

Li Tianjiao naturally knew what Xu Damao did when he went out today and why he came back with Ran Qiuye.

"confirmed?"

"confirmed."

"That's good. I think you have some conscience. It's worth following you. You have to treat me equally."

I was talking about myself, Ran Qiuye, Wen Li, and He Yushui.

Xu Damao could only nod.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to be a mother.

"Don't stand there. The dumplings are already wrapped. Come inside and cook them."

"I'll take you back after lunch."