Siheyuan: I have traveled through time and space and still can’t eat enough?

"Really? Uncle Jie Kuang!"

"You're not lying!"

"Uncle Jie Kuang, you are so nice!"

A group of children were chattering so loudly that Yan Jiekuang couldn't hear what they were saying.

He quickly shouted, "Listen to me first."

"There are too many of you, so I'll choose a leader to ask questions for you. No one else should speak. Anyone who speaks will be disqualified!"

Yan Jiekuang looked around and directly pulled out Wang Xiaohu, who was most familiar to him: "Xiaohu, are you willing to do this task?"

"Yes, I do!"

After hearing what Yan Jiekuang said, Wang Xiaohu's eyes were shining. Since he was usually lively, he had a certain status in the children's circle, and many children liked to play with him.

When he heard that he could lead so many friends, he was so happy that he was not reluctant at all.

"Okay, the favor I want you to do is to go to the courtyard where I live and pay New Year's greetings to the elders. This requires kneeling down and kowtowing. Is there anyone who is unwilling?"

In this era, when greeting elders, one must kneel down and kowtow. Even neighbors in the same compound do the same thing, otherwise no one will give them New Year's money.

In the past, people only greeted the elderly in their own courtyard, but now it has been changed to the entire street. In fact, in the hearts of children, there is not much difference.

Even if their parents knew, they would just laugh it off. Children are usually taught to respect the elderly and elders! It is normal to kowtow to elders during the Chinese New Year.

So out of the 123 children, not one dropped out.

"Okay, since everyone is willing, then everyone can take two pieces of candy first. When the matter is done, I will give you the remaining three pieces."

"We have an agreement. You must listen to me. You must do whatever I tell you to do. If anyone disobeys,

At this point, Yan Jiekuang paused, glanced around, and then continued, "I won't bring him along if there's a good thing next time. Do you hear me?"

Fearing that Yan Jiekuang would not give them candy in the future, all the children answered in unison: "We heard it."

Looking at the bunch of little kids in front of him, Yan Jiekuang immediately felt that they could be used. He pulled Wang Xiaohu to his side and said, "Huzi, take all the children to our courtyard now. The adults are having a group meeting. There should be no one in the front courtyard. Wait for my news. When I call you, go to the middle courtyard. Do you understand?"

Seeing that Yan Jiekuang didn't believe him, Wang Xiaohu straightened his back immediately: "Uncle Jiekuang, don't worry, I will definitely get it done."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Yan Jiekuang no longer cared about these little kids and walked straight towards the central courtyard.

Before he even entered the courtyard, he heard his father's voice: "Silly Zhu brought the three children of Qin Huairu's family to our house this morning before dawn and knelt down. Do you think I can refuse to pay you?"

The third aunt also added: "If you don't pay, you won't get up. Do you think there is such a thing?"

Xu Damao, who was furious, also interrupted and said, "Uncle San, let me tell you, I had a similar experience to you. We were still in bed early in the morning when these three bastards came in and asked for money. We gave them three dollars in a daze. We can't just let this go. Sha Zhu must pay for it."

The second uncle, who had always wanted to be an official, also began to show his presence: "Silly Zhu, is what the third uncle and the others said true?"

Sha Zhu admitted it directly and said that it was normal for younger generations to wish their elders a happy new year and give them some lucky money!

Seeing Sha Zhu's carefree attitude, the neighbors around were talking about it. In fact, there was a meeting in the compound two days ago, and it was not allowed to ask for New Year's money when paying New Year's greetings in the future.

In previous years, rich people could still give out money for New Year's greetings, but poor people really couldn't afford to give out money. Because of this, there were many conflicts, so there was a meeting to decide that they would no longer greet each other individually, but instead change to the current form of group greetings.

Everyone felt that what Sha Zhu did was not fair and asked him to return the money.

Not only did Sha Zhu not refute, he also agreed directly, then sat on the stool and said calmly: "Come on, retreat! The children have all kowtowed to you, Uncle Third, kowtow back and I will give you money immediately!"

This made Yan Bugui so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Looking at the silent crowd, Sha Zhu added: "Of course, you are the third uncle, I can't let you kowtow to me, let your children come, three times three equals nine, as long as someone kowtows, I will pay three times, three dollars per person."

After Sha Zhu finished speaking, he looked at Yan Bugui with a smug look on his face. He knew that the Yan family attached great importance to family tradition and would definitely not let their children kowtow to a peer like him.

However, he didn't expect that a voice interrupted him directly: "Silly Zhu, are you serious? As long as someone kowtows to you, you will give each person three yuan?" The person who spoke was Yan Jiekuang.

"Really." I keep my word, Sha Zhu looked proud.

At this time Yan Bugui stood up and wanted to stop him. He couldn't let his son do such a thing.

But Yan Jiekuang didn't give him a chance. Before he could say anything, he shouted, "Come in, young men!"

Everyone saw a group of children running in, forming a black mass.

When everyone arrived, they all looked at Yan Jiekuang, waiting for his next instruction.

Yan Jiekuang waved his hand, pointed at Sha Zhu, and said, "Go ahead, boys!"

All the children rushed towards Sha Zhu, hugged his thighs, knelt down, and shouted in unison, "Happy New Year, Uncle Sha Zhu."

This scared Shazhu so much that he stood there not daring to move, for fear of bumping into any of the kids.

Seeing Sha Zhu not saying anything, Yan Jiekuang shouted, "Young men, shut up and listen to me."

The field suddenly fell silent, no one was talking, and the adults watching on the side exclaimed in amazement.

"Shazhu, give me the money. You don't have to count it. I've already counted it for you. There are 123 children in total. Three dollars each, a total of 369 dollars. You're welcome!"

After Yan Jiekuang finished speaking, he did not look at Sha Zhu, but turned his gaze to Yi Zhonghai.

He never regarded Sha Zhu as his opponent. The really difficult person was the person behind Sha Zhu. He also knew that Yi Zhonghai would definitely not want Sha Zhu to pay, and would definitely find a way to help him out.

As expected, Yi Zhonghai stood up and shouted, "Yan Jiekuang, what do you want to do?"

Looking at the furious Yi Zhonghai, Yan Jiekuang smiled and said softly: "Uncle, what you said is wrong. What do you mean by what I want to do? Isn't it what Shazhu said that children should pay New Year's greetings to their elders and it is normal for the elders to give New Year's money?"

"And he said it himself, three dollars per person. Everyone in the compound heard it. Let's see if it's right or not!"

Seeing Sha Zhu suffer a loss, the onlookers all agreed. Besides, there were their own children here. If Sha Zhu really gave money, he could buy some meat to improve his meal.

Sha Zhu has never been popular in this courtyard. He has been relying on the protection of the deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai to act arrogantly in the courtyard.

Now that Qin Huairu has returned to the village and the deaf old lady has not come out, naturally no one speaks for him.

Seeing that Sha Zhu had angered everyone, Yi Zhonghai could not refute Yan Jiekuang's words, but the money involved was too much, even a rich man like him would feel distressed, and naturally did not want Sha Zhu to pay.

In order to reduce the loss, he still said: "New Year's greetings are limited to the neighbors in this courtyard. We have nothing to do with other courtyards, so why should we give money?"

Hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, Yan Jiekuang was not anxious, but laughed: "Young men, go home now and tell your family that Yi Zhonghai, the uncle of No. 95 Courtyard, said that No. 95 Courtyard has nothing to do with other courtyards on the street, and he won't allow you to pay New Year's greetings to your elders."