Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

The person who said this was Xu Damao. The plaster cast had been removed from this guy, so he didn't have to hold up his legs, but he still had to sit in a wheelchair. At this moment, he was staring at Wang Bo with his head tilted and his eyes squinting, looking as if he deserved a slap.

Wang Bo first mentally made a note of Xu Damao, then said with a smile: "The second uncle and the third uncle have already expressed their opinions, so how can I, the newly promoted first uncle, fall behind? Yushui, go to my room and bring the bag on the table over here."

Everyone was stunned by these words. How did you become a big shot?

Yi Zhonghai, who was eavesdropping in the room, looked even more gloomy. Just because he didn't participate this time, Wang Bo dared to say that he was the boss. How many times has he disrespected him? This kid really needs to be taught a lesson and dampened his arrogance.

He Yushui, who was called out, was also stunned. She didn't say anything. She stood up and walked out quickly. After a while, everyone saw her carrying a flour bag in both hands and walking towards Wang Bo with difficulty.

Wang Bo took the bag and poured it onto the eight-immortals table. Dozens of round, plump, and pleasing little mooncakes were piled up in front of everyone, making everyone's eyes widen.

Nowadays, it is considered good to have enough food to eat. There are also people who go hungry every day. Some families haven't bought mooncakes for many years. Wang Bo took out so many at once, which made everyone gasp.

Wang Bo didn't care. Since the space courtyard could sell food and vegetables worth 70 or 80 yuan every week, he really didn't take such trivial things seriously.

"I didn't expect that an old man would prepare mooncakes for everyone. This is really generous. Let's applaud the old man!"

Seeing so many mooncakes piled up in front of him, Yan Fugui's eyes turned green. He resisted the urge to reach out and hug him, and quickly praised Wang Bo.

Everyone also reacted and quickly applauded, staring at the mooncakes on the table with their teeth bared and eyes wide open, hoping that Wang Bo would quickly distribute the mooncakes.

"Don't worry."

Wang Bo waved his hand, signaling everyone to stay calm.

"I didn't give this mooncake for free, it's a lucky draw."

Yan Fugui asked quickly, "What do you mean, uncle?"

Wang Bo looked around and said with a smile, "This is the first time that the whole compound celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival. We can't just eat and drink. Everyone can take the initiative to perform on stage. After the performance, we will be rewarded with a mooncake. What do you think?"

The neighbors below cheered loudly. There were melon seeds to eat and free shows to watch. If they could perform on stage, they would get mooncakes. Such good opportunities are rare.

When it comes to taking advantage, Yan Fugui dares to be the first to do so. He shouted to the people below: "Jie Cheng, Jie Fang, Jie Kuang, Jie Di, the four of you come up first and set an example by singing "The Internationale" for everyone."

When they heard Yan Fugui calling their names, the four brothers of the Yan family stepped forward. Perhaps the mooncakes gave them a strong motivation and they were not afraid at all.

The four of them stood in a row from low to high, like a network signal. Yan Jiecheng started first, and then the four of them sang at the same time:

“Arise, you hungry and cold slave!

Arise, you wretches of the world!

The blood is full of enthusiasm,

Fight for the truth! . . . . . "

The passionate and high-pitched singing of the four people spread to every corner of the courtyard, making many people who had struggled through the old society think deeply. Although they are now hungry and full, it is much better than the cannibalistic old society.

When the four of them finished singing, the whole courtyard erupted in thunderous applause and cheers. The four of them were so excited that their chests heaved violently, but their eyes were fixed on the moon cakes on the table.

Wang Bo stood up and said, "Xie Cheng and his friends sang really well. They deserve encouragement. Come on, each of you take a mooncake."

After Wang Bo finished speaking, he picked up four mooncakes from the table and was about to hand them to the four people, but unexpectedly, Yan Fugui reached out and took them directly.

"He's an old man, I'll take it for the children first and share it with them when we get home."

Yan Fugui smiled and handed the mooncake to the third aunt, which made the four brothers and sisters so angry that they rolled their eyes at Yan Fugui.

Seeing that Wang Bo really distributed the mooncakes, everyone's enthusiasm became higher and higher, and the three brothers Liu Guangqi, Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu also walked up to the crowd.

Liu Guangqi took the lead and said: "The three of us brothers will recite a poem "沁园春·雪" to everyone."

After saying this, the three of them straightened their chests and recited loudly, one sentence at a time:

"Northern scenery,

thousands of miles frozen,

Thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall

. . . . . .

All are gone, a few romantic figures, but also look at the present! "

The old man's poems were full of lofty ambitions and passion. The three brothers summoned all their strength and recited them in a high-pitched and powerful voice. When they finished reciting in unison, everyone in the hospital stood up and applauded the three men desperately.

Wang Bo picked up three mooncakes and handed them to Liu Haizhong, "Second Uncle, are you going to take the mooncakes for the three children or give them to the children?"

Liu Haizhong frowned and said nothing, just nodded to give it to them.

Wang Bo handed the mooncakes to the three of them respectively. Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu were very happy and said thank you. When Liu Guangqi heard Wang Bo, who was less than 20 years old, calling him a child, he immediately frowned, took the mooncake and turned away.

Soon after, someone else came forward to perform, and the courtyard became lively again.

Wang Bo had no idea that this courtyard was full of hidden talents. Some people came on stage to perform Peking opera, some performed double-act, some danced the yangko, some played diabolo, some did somersaults, some sang, and even Old Deng from the front yard came on stage to perform a single-sword show with a wooden stick.

Wang Bo was fortunate enough to witness the legendary night combat eight-direction hidden knife style. The big knife made of a wooden stick kept circling back and forth on the old man's neck. The dance was so vigorous that it was terrifying to watch!

The neighbors' wonderful performances on the stage drew cheers from the crowd, who clapped their hands for free. Wang Bo kept his promise and gave a mooncake to anyone who performed on the stage.

Wang Bo accidentally saw Sha Zhu in the crowd below. This kid, who had been in the house and saw how lively it was outside, sneaked out at some point and was watching the scene with great interest.

Bang Geng saw the mooncakes in front of Wang Bo and drooled. He pulled Jia Zhang, who was also watching with great interest, and shouted, "Grandma, I want to eat mooncakes!"

Hearing her grandson say this, Jia Zhang quickly said to Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu, "Banggeng wants to eat mooncakes, you two should go on stage and perform a show."

Hearing what Jia Zhang said, Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu looked at each other. After a while, Jia Dongxu said, "Mom, we two don't have any talents. How about you go on stage and do a yangge dance and ask for mooncakes for Banggeng?"

"I don't know how to do that."

A lazy person like Jia Zhang naturally wouldn't learn any Yangge dance. She could only hug Banggeng who was still crying and coax him softly, "Don't worry, Banggeng. I'll get it for you after the performance!"