Siheyuan: I found a wife right after I crossed over

The effect of Yan Bugui's heavy bleeding was obvious, and the Yu family was very satisfied with the meal.

Especially after Yu Haitang inquired about the news and compared it with the food on the table, she was sure that Yan Laokou did not intercept it again this time. This made Yu's father and mother feel very comfortable and felt that Yan Bugui attached great importance to Yu Li and the Yu family this time.

So it was natural that Yu Li and Yan Jiecheng's marriage was settled, and they agreed to wait until after the New Year to find a good day to get married.

Yan Bugui finally felt relieved this time. After seeing Yu Li and her family off, he walked around the house happily.

"Okay, the eldest brother's marriage is finally settled. Thanks to Chongzi for giving us the meat, our family can finally have a big event this year." The third aunt also said happily.

"Yes, it's all thanks to Chongzi. This kid is a really good person. Not only this incident, but also the work that was solved, all thanks to Chongzi." Yan Bugui said from the bottom of his heart.

"Chongzi has helped our family so much, and you just accept it with a clear conscience?" said the third aunt.

Yan Bugui scratched his head and said, "No, I have been thinking about how to thank him, but he has everything at home, and I can't even give him what he needs, so what can I give to thank him?"

"Then think about it carefully. It's the New Year, so we have to show our love, right?"

Yan Bugui frowned and walked around the room for a few times, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I got it! Isn't it the New Year? Spring Festival couplets will be posted soon. I don't have anything else, but writing Spring Festival couplets is easy for me. We also have red paper and ink left over from last year. I will write a pair of Spring Festival couplets and send them to Chongzi, as a New Year's greeting to Chongzi."

"Sending Spring Festival couplets? Isn't that too shabby?" the third aunt asked hesitantly.

"No, the gift may be small but the thought is great. Besides, giving Spring Festival couplets during the Spring Festival is a great way to meet people's urgent needs." Yan Bugui did what he said and immediately found the leftover red paper and ink from last year from the corner of the box.

He spread out the red paper, picked up the brush and wrote a few couplets. While writing, he said smugly: "Don't say that although this gift is light, no one else can afford it. All the people living in this courtyard are rough and uncouth. Who else can lift this brush except me?"

The third aunt said, "Chongzi's family has three rooms but only two doors. Let's give him two couplets. Together with our two doors, there will be four couplets in total. What about the remaining red paper? Save it for next year?"

Yan Bugui shook his head: "We can't keep it any longer. The color of the paper has faded a bit, and it won't look good next year. So, we can cut it up and write Spring Festival couplets on it, and then sell them. A pair of couplets costs five cents, and we can still make a few dimes."

After a while, the Spring Festival couplets were finished. After waiting for the ink to dry a little, Yan Bugui excitedly took the two couplets and gave them to Yang Chong.

Yang Chong was busy killing fish in the yard. He hadn't eaten fish for a long time, so he had to eat fish on New Year's Eve. Sha Zhu was the descendant of Tan's cuisine and a master of Sichuan cuisine, so he must be good at cooking fish.

Seeing Yan Bugui coming over, Yang Chong stood up and asked, "Third Master, what's the matter?"

Yan Bugui smiled and said, "Chongzi, you haven't posted the Spring Festival couplets yet? Here, I sent you some Spring Festival couplets. I wrote them myself. Let's see how they look."

Yang Chong groaned, "Oh, Third Uncle, if you hadn't told me, I would have really forgotten about the Spring Festival couplets. You see, I'm so busy during the Chinese New Year."

He wiped his hands and took the couplets and looked at them: "Good calligraphy, good calligraphy, Uncle San is indeed a people's teacher, he is well-educated. Look at the calligraphy, it can't be written without decades of attainments."

Yan Bugui was flattered and his eyes narrowed with smiles: "Hey, Chongzi, it's you who really knows what's good! My calligraphy is one of the best in our school. The couplets at the school gate were all written by me."

As he was talking, Yi Zhonghai came over and said, "Oh, the Spring Festival couplets written by Old Yan? Intellectuals are different, their handwriting is so beautiful. By the way, Old Yan, do you have any more couplets you wrote? Bring me one too, I'll put it up in my room."

In previous years, Yan Bugui would have already written and sent it over without Yi Zhonghai saying anything.

But this year, Yan Bugui looked at him and said, "Okay, Lao Yi, I just happened to have painted a few more paintings, and I'm going to sell them at the entrance of the alley. One cent per painting, I'll give them to you right now."

One dime a pair?

The smile on Yi Zhonghai's face froze.

Does this old Yan want to sell the couplet to me?

Yan Bugui, are you so short of money?

You want to make a dime from me?

Or, after clinging to Yang Chong, this new thigh, you are going to draw a clear line between you and me?

I wanted to just throw my sleeves away and leave, but I could buy Spring Festival couplets from anywhere else for one cent, so why did I have to buy the ones from you, Old Yan?

But think about it, there are so many people watching, I can’t afford to lose face.

I had no choice but to force a smile and take out a dime from my pocket: "Okay, give me one!"

Yan Bugui took the money without hesitation and shouted towards the front yard: "Jiefang, what are you standing there for? Give your uncle a copy of the Spring Festival couplets I wrote!"

When Yan Jiefang heard the voice, he immediately excitedly took out a pair of Spring Festival couplets and handed them over.

Yi Zhonghai took the couplets and was about to go back when Xu Damao came over from behind and said, "Hey, Uncle San, are you selling couplets? That's perfect. How much is one pair? I was just planning to go out and buy two pairs. I've been so busy that I almost forgot what I was doing."

Yan Bugui smiled and said, "Da Mao, you came at the right time. I happen to have two pairs of written Spring Festival couplets in my room. They are five cents each. You can give me ten cents."

Yi Zhonghai, who had not walked far, paused for a moment and almost wanted to turn around and go back to curse.

You are such a stingy guy, Old Yan. You sell a pair of couplets to others for five cents, but you sell it to me for one dime?

So you're just treating me as a sucker?

Yi Zhonghai was almost mad with anger, and he tore up the Spring Festival couplets as soon as he returned to the house.

An old lady looked at him in surprise: "What's wrong, old man? Why did you tear up the Spring Festival couplets? Are you not going to post them anymore?"

Yi Zhonghai picked up the teacup and threw it on the ground: "What the hell! We won't put up Spring Festival couplets in our house anymore!"

The lady was stunned for a long while before she muttered in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? If you don't want to put up Spring Festival couplets, then don't put up Spring Festival couplets. Why are you throwing a jar?"

Carefully picking up the teacup from the ground and putting it back on the table: "What happened? Who offended you?"

Yi Zhonghai snorted heavily: "This stingy old Yan, he used to try to curry my favor, but now he doesn't even take me seriously. He thinks he has Yang Chong on his side, but he doesn't know who he is anymore. Just wait and see, there will always be a day when he will cry!"

The lady looked at him and said, "Old man, can you please stop making trouble? Do you have to make everyone in the courtyard dislike you?"

Yi Zhonghai glared at her and said, "Who doesn't like me? I'm the boss of the courtyard!"