Scholars in the courtyard

"His second uncle, wake up, wake up."

The third uncle glanced at the note and knew that the second uncle was so angry that he passed away.

The three people below are also a little scared. They are afraid that the money will not come back. How will they explain it to their families when they go home?

"Guangtian, Guangfu come out quickly."

The second aunt shouted, and the two brothers came out timidly, and together with the third uncle, they helped Liu Haizhong down into the room.

The three of them followed in.

Youyou woke up with bangs, and her face changed again.

He looked at the three people in the hall and then looked at the IOU. Not only was it signed by Liu Guangqi, but it also had his fingerprints on it. It was unmistakable.

"You, give them money."

With that said, he took out a key from his waist and handed it to the second aunt.

The second aunt took it, ran to the bedroom, opened the cabinet where the money was hidden, took out a handkerchief, and then came back and handed it to Liu Haizhong.

Liu Haizhong counted out a hundred dollars from it and handed it to the three of them.

The three of them thanked them, and Liu Haizhong waved his hand to let them go back.

Then, seeing that nothing happened, the third uncle also left.

Liu Haizhong picked up the paper again and read it carefully.

"Dad, what does it say on it?"

The second aunt didn't know much about literacy. Although she knew it was not a good thing, she still had to ask questions about her son.

At this time, Liu Guangtian's eyes were shining. The boss ran away with a woman, so wouldn't he be the boss left?

Thinking of the boss's treatment, I couldn't help but get excited.

"Guangqi went to Shanxi with that girl."

"Pursue the freedom of love and leave this tomb of bondage."

boom

Bangs banged the wooden bed hard.

Why did their home become a tomb? This is cursing him to die soon.

How much effort has been put into raising my eldest son for twenty years, but in the end, for what love, even I don’t care?

After so many years, you have taught yourself such a thing?

At this moment, Liu Haizhong fell into self-doubt.

"Guangqi, are you leaving?"

"My light is all right~~~"

The second aunt cried loudly and lay on the bed.

Upon seeing this, Liu Guangtian hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him, "Mom and Dad, if the boss is gone, I will still be there. Don't worry, I will definitely provide for you and dad until the end of your life."

"Bright God!"

The second aunt found an outlet and cried.

"Mom, and me."

Liu Guangfu also ran over, and the three of them hugged each other.

Secretly, the two brothers made eye contact with each other, understanding each other tacitly.

Just as the two of them were dreaming about a better life in the future, the bangs on the side also regained their confidence.

Without his eldest son, he still has two sons.

Since the strategy of doting on the eldest son failed, it should be considered a trial and error.

That relative teaching method is certainly correct.

So, looking at the two brothers holding each other's arms and crying, I firmly said, "There will be no problem this time."

Liu Guangqi ran away, and the news spread quickly, becoming a major event in the courtyard and a topic of discussion during the Chinese New Year.

As a central figure, Liu Haizhong, the second uncle, has lost his face. If he can't take care of his own children, how can he still have the dignity to manage a courtyard?

For a while, Liu Haizhong was drinking at home and did not dare to go out.

This actually hurt the Liu Guangtian brothers. They originally thought that if the eldest son ran away, they would gain the favor of their parents. However, not only did they not get it, but they became even more severe. While they were afraid, they also hated Liu Guangqi even more.

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, before the Chinese New Year, general cleaning began in the courtyard.

In Jia's house in the middle courtyard, after washing a pile of diapers, Qin Huairu returned to the house.

Looking at a pair of children, I feel a little proud and a little aggrieved at the same time.

She has sacrificed so much for this family, but her mother-in-law never wants to see her.

Even her own man yelled at her without any shame.

Back home, Jia Dongxu was lying on the bed, drying his belly, while Jia Zhang was eating melon seeds at the table nearby.

I sighed again.

Xiaodang is already one month old, but neither of them even mentioned it.

Even her parents from Qinjiacun didn't come to the door. She knew that this happened last time, and she still hadn't gotten over it yet.

Her daughter's cries rang out again, and Qin Huairu quickly went over to hug her and comfort her.

"Huairu, don't go back this year for the New Year!"

Damn it, Jia Zhang opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't even raise her head, obviously there was no need for discussion.

Qin Huairu also wanted to take her two children back to the village during the New Year. She is now blessed with many children.

Hearing this, her face immediately turned cold. In this family, she had to endure the most humiliation, doing the most and eating the worst.

The purpose is to maintain family harmony and let outsiders see how good the Jia family is and how correct their choices are.

But what did you get in exchange?

It was the man's suspicion, the mother-in-law's disgust, and the intensification of her calls. The whole family did not have the full strength of her voice to speak.

Seeing Jia Dongxu's nonchalant look, Qin Huairu knew that he couldn't count on him in this matter.

Looking at Jia Zhang's appearance again, he looked convinced of her, and he regretted that his original choice was so unwise.

So much so that if anything goes wrong now, it will make people in the courtyard laugh.

Qin Huairu secretly swallowed this breath and continued to coax Xiaodang.

At noon, Yang Xiaotao went to Zhou's house with about ten squares of tofu, talked about the meal at Zhou's house, and then went to Director Wang's house.

Everyone is busy on weekdays, so we don't see each other much, and we don't want to trouble anyone, so we can only take advantage of this year to go out more.

Emotions are something that if you don’t move around in three months, you will become unfamiliar when you meet them.

We haven’t seen each other for three years, but only smile when we meet.

When Yang Xiaotao walked out of Director Wang's house, he had two bottles of wine in his hand.

This was forced upon me by Uncle Li. This is how people deal with the world.

Yang Xiaotao didn't go home without carrying the wine, but went to Wang Fa's house.

Several members of the same group, Xing Jiaqi, were also there, so Yang Xiaotao carried wine, took out tofu, eggs, two old hams, and more than a pound of pork from the space, and hurriedly walked to Wang Fa's house, attracting people in the alley. There was a lot of noise inside.

Wang Fa, his wife and children were delighted to see Yang Xiaotao coming. They usually walked around and they all knew each other.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao bringing so many things, Wang Fa's wife Pang Mingyue had a serious face. She could get a lot of money for so many things.

Especially meat, intestines, and wine, which are rarely given as gifts.

Wang Fa didn't ask any more questions. He knew Yang Xiaotao's character well. If he could get it, he must have it.

He couldn't lose this little face.

Call the children at home and ask them to go out and look for someone.

During dinner, people from Li Nan, Xing Jiaqi and other groups gathered together. After drinking, everyone felt drunk, and then they supported each other and walked home.

Yang Xiaotao sent Li Wei home and then walked to the courtyard alley.

On the roadside, the snow turned white under the moonlight, and I couldn't help but want to step on it.

Turning around and arriving at the entrance of the alley of the courtyard, a figure happened to walk into the courtyard.

Yang Xiaotao squinted and recognized the person, Jia Dongxu.

I didn't feel anything in my heart, I just slowed down and walked home.

When I returned to the middle courtyard, the surroundings were dark, and even the Jia family turned off the lights.

Walking into the house, Wangcai looked up and lay down in his nest again.

Xiaowei also flew out of the vegetable garden and landed on Yang Xiaotao's shoulder.

Go home, wash up, and go to bed.

When I woke up the next day, it was already twenty-nine, and people in the courtyard began to prepare for the New Year.

Aunt Chen next door had already started making buns, and Yang Xiaotao also went over to help.

Every household is busy, and it is a rare time of rest throughout the year for family reunions and fun.

In this way, on New Year's Eve, the courtyard became festive.

The third uncle set up a table in the front yard as usual, holding a brush in his right hand and writing on the red paper. There was also a basin in front of the table, which was euphemistically called the pen fee.

It's just that this year is different. The situation was not so difficult before. No matter how difficult it was during the Chinese New Year, you could still save some money. But now, with the supply of materials reduced and wages cut, people in the courtyard still have something to polish their writing. ?

After a whole morning of work, only the first and second uncles showed their friendly support for the melon seeds and peanuts, while the others looked at it from afar and stayed away.

In the middle courtyard, Wang Dashan held two couplets with a smile on his face.

The couplet was written by Yang Xiaotao. In his opinion, the words on it were no worse than those written by Yan Fugui.

And the most important thing is, if you don’t want something, give it away for free.

Looking at the couplets in front of Yang Xiaotao's door and Uncle Chen's door, I admire Yang Xiaotao's ability even more.

This is the benefit of reading.

I sighed in my heart, I must urge my mistress to study hard when I get home.

"Xiao Tao, I'm back!"

"Okay, you're busy, I'll write more."

Yang Xiaotao was writing furiously in the room, feeling the joy of the New Year.

Of course, most of this joy comes from the system.

Just when Yang Xiaotao was about to write two couplets and practice pen writing in the morning, the system prompt sounded.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for mastering the primary calligraphy skill on his own. This skill is a non-system reward skill and cannot be improved with credits."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you got 500 points."

Another five hundred points were obtained, and more importantly, after systematic appraisal, the calligraphy was also available.

This calligraphy only gives 500 points for beginners. If you continue to practice, you won't be able to get more intermediate or advanced ones in the future.

Now Yang Xiaotao is counting, and he was given a lot of credits for thrust and English last time. It seems that starting from studying is also a way to obtain credits.

I wrote a few more couplets at home. Many people in the courtyard heard that Yang Xiaotao didn't want anything here, so they came in twos and threes, and then left with the couplets.

The third uncle looked unfazed in the front yard, but he was convinced that the people in the yard were not allowed to hang up Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year?

Sooner or later I have to bring something.

But just when he was leisurely waiting for the harvest, there was a commotion in the crowd around him, and then they gradually dispersed, and Yang Zhongyuan walked away.

After a while, there were only a few children playing in the front yard, but no one came around to ask for Spring Festival couplets.

Just when Yan Fugui was confused, the boss Yan Jiecheng ran over and whispered in his ear. Yan Fugui's face changed drastically when he heard this.

Snapped

The writing brush fell on the table and the ink was scattered all over the table.

The skin on his face trembled angrily.

"You don't talk about virtue, you don't talk about virtue!"

Yan Fugui's face was serious, anger kept coming to his heart, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Dad, what should I do?"

Yan Jiecheng went to see it, and found that Yang Xiaotao's handwriting was no worse than his own, and he provided pen and paper for free, which showed his superiority.

Yan Fugui suppressed his anger and began to care about it again.

It was originally an income every year, but why did it happen like this this year?

I don’t care if anyone comes now. If you continue to charge retouching fees, your reputation will be ruined.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Fugui shook his head and said, "Go ahead and tell us, we don't want any money anymore."

Yan Jiecheng didn't react after hearing this. He didn't run away until Yan Fugui kicked him and walked towards the middle courtyard.

"Damn it, there's no way for people to survive."

"Damn it..."

Yang Xiaotao was not aware of the situation in the courtyard. He just wrote for the sake of writing, and he was satisfied with being able to gain 500 points.

It wasn't until he saw many people in the courtyard coming to ask for Spring Festival couplets that Yang Xiaotao realized that he seemed to have robbed the third uncle of his business.

However, he didn't care. Everyone who came took it for themselves. He couldn't use those couplets, so giving them to them was considered waste.

Seeing Mrs. Jia Zhang looking around in the yard, Yang Xiaotao put down his brush and wrote a lot.

Write again, haha.

Those who had not received the Spring Festival couplets saw that Yang Xiaotao stopped writing and did not dare to say anything. They could only return to the front yard in frustration, where the third uncle was also free.

Until noon, the courtyard was covered with Spring Festival couplets, looking full of joy.

Only the house of the third uncle in the front yard, although decorated with red decorations, does not have the usual joy.

"Dad, look, there are only a few peanuts, how are you going to divide them during the New Year?"

Yan Jiecheng looked at the peanuts and melon seeds in the basin that were about to bottom out, filled with resentment.

"It's all Yang Xiaotao. What happened in the past is over, so why can't you get along with us? This is getting worse!"

"Yes, old man, if Yang Xiaotao does this, what else will he do in the future?"

The third aunt was also looking sad.

The third uncle was half lying on the chair. He came over and looked at the roof.

"This kid can't be left alone."

After a long while, Yan Fugui sat up straight, and a sentence came out of his mouth, with a calculating light in his eyes.