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

All I saw on the paper was: a pound of meat, a chicken, five pounds of flour, a plate of peanuts, and a bottle of Niulanshan.

Yan Jiekuang had never seen the two of them so generous before. All these things added up to almost a big black ten.

"Dad, you have changed your personality. How can you afford to buy so many things?"

Yan Bugui was already very distressed, and now his son was teasing him, so he said unhappily, "Go play somewhere else, can't you see I'm distressed?"

After that, he gave an explanation: "When I was a child, your cousin's family was very wealthy and often brought me some food. Now that he is not doing well, I have to prepare a good meal for him."

Yan Jiekuang can also understand his father's psychology. Because of his intervention, Yan Bugui is not as stingy as in the original drama.

In addition, the two old brothers haven't seen each other for decades, and this is the first time the other party comes to visit, so they naturally cannot lose face.

But seeing the distressed look on the old couple's faces, Yan Jiekuang smiled and said, "Okay, you guys don't have to prepare anything. I've already prepared the treats for my cousin."

When they heard that they didn’t have to spend their own money to buy things, smiles instantly appeared on their faces.

"Really? What have you prepared? It's your cousin's first time here, so you can't just mess around!"

Yan Jiekuang did not answer his father's words, but stood up and walked towards the backyard.

In just a few minutes, he returned to the front yard with five pounds of pork, two pounds of mutton, a chicken, a rabbit, and two bottles of wine.

Looking at what their son brought, the old couple smiled even more.

"Mom, didn't I bring back a lot of mushrooms and black fungus some time ago? You can just stir-fry some cabbage or something, that should be enough."

After saying that, he looked at Yan Bugui again and said, "Dad, this specification won't embarrass you, right?"

"Don't be ashamed, don't be ashamed, this mutton is a rare and good thing."

Yan Bugui's face was so wrinkled from smiling. These things were much more sumptuous than what he had prepared, and he didn't have to spend any money himself.

Yan Jiekuang did not continue to tease him, but asked: "Have you informed my second brother and sister? They are also our relatives. It is the first time we meet, and all the family members should be present."

"I told them that tomorrow is Sunday and they don't have to go to work. We agreed to come together."

Yan Jiekuang responded and then ignored the rest of the matter and went back to his room to sleep.

The next day, Hou Paolan arrived at Yan's house as promised, still wearing tattered clothes.

When Yan Bugui and Polan Hou stood together, everyone was stunned. They looked so alike that no one would believe that they were not brothers.

Paolahou looked at Yan Jiekuang and said, "I now know why you think of me as your father. On the way to your courtyard, several people called me "Uncle" when they saw me. When they saw my cousin, they thought they were looking in the mirror!"

"Uncle, don't blame me for mistaking you for someone else. If you were wearing glasses, you would look more like him."

At this time, Yan Bugui also reacted and quickly pulled the Marquis of Pao Lan: "Dian Chen, we haven't seen each other for decades, come inside quickly."

Yan Bugui has one good point. He will not look down on others or a profession. Even though he saw Hou Laolang as a ragpicker, he did not look down on him.

Marquis Paola handed the box in his hand to Yan Bugui: "Cousin, I don't have anything good here. I heard from Jie Kuang that you are a teacher, so I'm giving you a fan. I hope you won't despise it."

When Yan Jiekuang saw the gift sent by Marquis of Broken Wall, his eyes lit up. Although he didn't know the origin of the fan, it must be something extraordinary since it was given by Marquis of Broken Wall.

Yan Bugui didn't care about it. He didn't know much about antiques, calligraphy and paintings, so he thought it was just an ordinary folding fan and handed it to the third aunt.

After the two of them sat down, Yan Bugui introduced the Broken Marquis: "This is my distant cousin. According to seniority, you should call him uncle."

Yan Jiecheng and a few others called Polan Hou "uncle" and stopped talking. This matter had little to do with them. At most, they were just acknowledging a cousin with whom they did not interact very often.

Yan Bugui introduced everyone in the Yan family again before he started to show concern for Marquis Paolan: "Dianchen, I heard from Jie Kuang that you live alone now?"

"Yes, my husband passed away early, and I only have one daughter, and we have long lost contact."

The face of the Broken Marquis was full of gloom, and he continued: "You are really good at educating children. Look how filial they are. You are worthy of being a teacher."

When Yan Bugui heard the compliment, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

But he also knew in his heart that such a situation had little to do with him and was all thanks to Yan Jiekuang, but there was no need to say that.

The lunch was very sumptuous and the whole family was having a great time.

After the Broken Marquis left, Yan Jiekuang found Yan Bugui and said, "Dad, here's the fan your uncle gave you. Let me see it."

Yan Bugui didn't take it seriously. He took out the fan from the cabinet and handed it to him.

When he opened the fan, there was a landscape painting on it. Yan Jiekuang couldn't understand it at all. He could only see that the fan ribs were made of bamboo. It was very easy to open and fold, and it was easy to tuck it into the cuffs or collar.

"Dad, I want to discuss something with you. Can you give me this fan?"

Although Yan Bugui didn't understand these things, it was a gift from his cousin and he liked it very much, so he refused it without thinking.

Yan Jiekuang didn't want to give up, so he used his trump card again: "How about this, I'll give you five dollars, and you sell the fan to me."

When he heard about giving money, Yan Bugui's eyes immediately lit up.

He saw that Yan Jiekuang really wanted it, so he bargained: "No, I like this fan too, and it was given to me as a gift. If you want to buy it, it will cost at least ten yuan."

When Yan Jiekuang heard his father's huge demands, he knew that he was being treated as a fat sheep.

He joked, "Well, I don't understand why you save so much money. After you two die, all of it will belong to us brothers."

After saying that, he threw down a big black ten, picked up the fan and ran away.

Yan Bugui was so angry that he cursed: "This little bastard."

Then there was a wave of regret: "It's over, it's too little. Something that can make the third brother like it must be extraordinary."

Yan Jiekuang didn’t care whether his father would regret it later, the fan was his now.

I took the fan and smelled it, there was a refreshing fragrance.

Although he could not understand the calligraphy and signature on it, he had seen the following passage in the book sent by Tattered Hou: A folding fan is like a business card, a tool for scholars and literati to promote themselves.

If you want to understand the overall qualities of a scholar, you can get a rough idea by appreciating the interesting works on his folding fans.

Always carrying a fan is often a standard feature of scholars and literati.

This fan was given by Marquis Poor, so the original owner of the fan must not be an unknown person.

Although Yan Jiekuang didn't understand it, he knew who did!