Siheyuan starts from a good life

"Old man, I just saw Jiang Yan come back. You don't know, but he brought a lot of things when he came back!" The third aunt who was eating there picked up a steamed bun and spoke to the third uncle with a mysterious look on her face.

"It's almost the Chinese New Year, and everyone is giving out welfare! Didn't you see me in the afternoon? Didn't the steel rolling mill and XX Research Institute all distribute things? Didn't our boss and second son also come back with things? The welfare of this steel rolling mill It’s just not as good as a research institute.”

The third uncle took a bite of the steamed bun and picked up the dregs that fell on the rice and put it in his mouth. Food should not be wasted in one bite. It seemed that the steamed bun made of stick noodles was a bit too choking. The third uncle almost picked it up when he picked it up. The figure could be seen taking a sip of the stick noodle porridge and then eating a pickle, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

The food in these three uncles' houses is a bit simple, but if it is more valuable, it is a bit better. Before the eldest and the second eldest brother went to work, everyone in the family only had a few pickles in front of them, but now they can also stir-fry one at night. There are two dishes. Although it is radish and cabbage and it is almost boiled, after all, it is not a vegetable.

Of course, according to the tradition in the third uncle's family, these are still divided equally, no one takes advantage, and no one suffers.

"Mom, I didn't bring back two kilograms of pork and a chicken today, and I didn't fry a little." Yan Jiefang said while looking at the food without oil and water.

Many people are envious of the benefits handed out by the institute this year. When he came back today, Yan Jiefang was holding these things in his hands, and his expression was different. He felt like he was the brightest kid on this street.

"The Chinese New Year will be here in a few days. Your dad meant to wait until the Chinese New Year to eat. Today we will eat meat and egg dumplings." The third aunt said with a smile.

"By the way, Dad! I brought back all the meat and chickens this year. This doesn't count." Yan Jiefang took a sip of porridge and frowned before speaking.

"It should be calculated, everyone can pay as much as they should, and no one will suffer." The third uncle Yan Bugui looked at the mouth while holding his glasses.

"Forget it about the younger brothers and sisters. They haven't started making money yet, so they don't have to pay out their share. The second oldest one counts as one, and the other one is my filial piety."

"Okay, just listen to you." Feeling that a few people were missing, Yan Bugui smiled happily and praised Yan Jiefang repeatedly.

However, Yan Jiecheng, who was eating there, was in a bad mood. Yan Jiefang said what he said, which was clearly aimed at him. But just when he was about to speak, he seemed to think of something, so he sighed without saying a word and ate in a muffled voice. My own meal.

"Old lady, what did you just see?" Feeling that the atmosphere on the table was a bit strange, the third uncle quickly changed the subject and asked the third aunt.

Hearing his father ask, the children who were eating also listened with their ears pricked up. After all, in this era, people's after-dinner entertainment programs are just about the shortcomings of Zhang's family and Li's family. Otherwise, what's the point?

As if she had discovered some great secret, the third aunt said with some pride and envy: "I just saw his driver carrying a ten-pound bucket of soybean oil and a bag with a big pig's head from the back seat of the car. , but it seems that Jiang Yan didn’t really want it, and he only took it after his driver told him something.”

"Ten pounds of soybean oil. Who in our yard has bought so much soybean oil at one time? Do you think you can eat it all?"

When Yan Bugui heard about ten kilograms of soybean oil, his shrewd little eyes were already straightened. After all, it would be a pity if he couldn't eat all the soybean oil and let it go bad. Otherwise, he could get a little advantage, but After thinking about Jiang Yan's behavior, I gave up the idea. The key was that he was kind to me, and when I was with Jiang Yan, I always felt that he understood all of my calculations and just didn't want to talk to me. .

Their eldest son, Yan Jiecheng, said with an envious look on his face: "Dad, what do you think he is doing? He has given so many good things, and no one like us can even think of us."

This sounds a bit sour. You can smell it ten miles away.

Yan Bugui adjusted the glasses that were missing a leg, and analyzed with a calm expression: "He is currently at a high level in the research institute. I heard that he is basically at the same level as their director. How can this thing be missing?" Is it done?"

"Also a while ago, I heard that many units were coming to invite him, but he didn't go? This helps others, and naturally I have no need to worry about it."

"Yes, yes, I heard that the tenth workshop in our institute is the workshop with the best pay in our entire institute. They hand out more stuff than me. Everyone in our other workshops want to go." Yan Jiefang interjected. .

"A few days ago, you didn't see how many people from the units came to deliver things. Think about it, today this unit will give him ten kilograms of soybean oil, and tomorrow that unit will give him twenty kilograms of white flour. What unit will it be the day after tomorrow? If you give him thirty kilograms of rice, what do you think this kid will be like in the future?"

At this point, he pointed at Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi and said: "So, you must study hard. This is the main principle of the book. People say that there is a golden house in the book, and there is a beauty in the book. Look at Jiang Yan, hasn’t he just read the book thoroughly?”

"You are my children, Yan Bugui. Our family can be considered a scholarly family to a certain extent. You are not allowed to bring disgrace on your father's face."

The third aunt said with admiration: "Listen to what your father said. You must study hard in the future. As for the things Jiang Yan brought back, your eldest brother and your second brother will not be able to earn back even if they die from exhaustion."

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng were happy to hear their father reprimanding their younger brothers and sisters, but who knew that I would swing the stick directly on their heads? You mean that my account is useless, and I want to work hard to make these alt accounts good. Develop.

Before Yan Bugui finished speaking, he smiled and said to Yan Jiekuang: "Boy, do you think this is the end? You know, after getting a university diploma and joining the work, it is equivalent to having an opportunity to open the door to promotion. The key is that future leading cadres must be highly educated. This is the general trend. Once Jiang Yan reaches a higher position in the future, will he still need to spend money? "

"Xie Cheng, does your factory director need to spend money to treat guests to dinner in the factory?"

Yan Jiecheng shook his head and smiled: "That's not a joke. Who dares to ask for money?"

"That's it, don't you see, this is the most important thing. If you really get to that position, the calculation will not be about money, but the opportunity to take another step forward."

Seeing the sincere admiration in his wife and children's eyes, Yan Bugui was really impressed this time. He really enjoyed the feeling of being looked up to. You said that the people above are also blind. With such a high level of teaching, Why do you want to be a primary school teacher?

If I explain it too deeply, even those little brats won’t be able to understand it.

The third aunt said to Yan Jiekuang at the right time: "Your father is right, you and the youngest must study hard and let our family's ancestral graves emit green smoke in the future."

These words almost made Yan Bugui angry to death. Do you think you can say that? As for the family members of intellectuals, they are vulgar.

He slapped the table and cursed: "If you can't speak, that's called glory."