The eldest of the Yan family in the Siheyuan

Chapter 22 New Year's Eve Dinner

Yan Jiecheng: "My uncle's salary is more than 90 a month, and his family can't spend it all. If he wants to help Qin Huairu, he can just lend some money to Jia's family every month?"

"Who knows what your uncle thinks, maybe he just doesn't want to spend money."

Yan Fugui picked up the tea mug and took a sip as he spoke.

"When the next meeting is held, the elder is asking for a donation to Qin Huairu, you can use the upside-down room in the front yard to talk to him about it,"

"How to say?" Yan Fugui asked.

"Didn't the uncle say that Jia's family is in trouble? Then use the upside-down house to exchange money. That house is worth two hundred, and the six families in the middle courtyard can share more than 30 yuan, so there is no need to donate money."

Yan Fugui: "But our family has no money, we are still a hundred short of Old Man Zhao"

"It's paid for each household, and it's enough to pay it off for a year. After the New Year's Emancipation, we will have to work. Our family is not short of the 200 yuan."

Yan Fugui: "It's fine, so the three of you have houses. It would be even better if you also bought the upside-down house in the backyard."

"Don't think about the one in the backyard, the second uncle and the others are not short of money." Yan Xiecheng went back to sleep without waiting for Yan Fugui to speak.

In the next few days, the compound began to be cleaned, and every household was busy washing clothes, sweeping the floor, and cleaning the windows.Yan Laojia's business has also moved to a new level. He helps neighbors in the compound to write Spring Festival couplets.He is happy as long as he can get a little bit of money.

In a blink of an eye, it was the 30th day of the new year, and there was heavy snow with goose feathers.

"Dad, fill this stove with more briquettes, the temperature in this room is too low."

"The briquettes don't cost money? You just need to wear more, really."

"You still need money to eat, why do you still eat?" Before Yan Fugui could speak, he took a few briquettes from outside the house and put them in the stove.

Three Moms: "Our year is the richest year we have ever lived in these years. It would be great if we can be this rich in the future."

Yan Jiecheng: "It must be getting better every day. When I am liberated from work, my family will only be better."

A group of people chatted around the table in Lao Jia's house in the middle courtyard.

Deaf old lady: "Zhuzi, what should we have for dinner?"

"How about braised pork, stewed chicken with mushrooms, steamed fish, stewed meat with potato vermicelli, fried cabbage and big meat dumplings?" Sha Zhu said excitedly.

The deaf old lady swallowed her saliva: "Okay, as long as there is meat, I like meat."

Uncle: "Don't be greedy for the old lady here, let's cook."

"Okay, I'll go right now" said out of the house and came to the kitchen with Qin Huairu.

Silly Zhu looked at the less than half a catty of meat in front of him, "Miss Qin, this meat is not enough, I'm bringing over two catties, this braised pork, with less meat, it's not enough to eat."

"There's only so much meat left," Qin Huairu said with a look of embarrassment.

Silly Zhu looked bewildered: "Sister Qin, don't make trouble! I put five catties in your house alone, right? And there is an old man."

"This is not good, I am so greedy, I want to eat meat, what do you think I can do." As he spoke, he was about to shed tears.

"Then what should we do now? The meal for these 10 people is only less than half a catty of meat. How can we make dumplings without seeing any diced meat?"

Sha Zhu was holding a meat strip less than half a catty, and said with a speechless face.

Seeing that Qin Huairu didn't speak, he put the meat aside and said, "Let's not cook, you bring the chicken, I'll stew the chicken first."

"The chicken and fish were also roasted and eaten by the sticks." Qin Huairu had an ugly expression on his face.

Silly Zhu couldn't help scolding his mother in his heart: "Sister Qin, tell me, what do we have for this New Year's Eve dinner? Our family and the uncle's house only have cabbage and potatoes left, and the old lady's house has nothing."

At this moment, the uncle came out of the house: "What are you arguing about here? Hurry up and cook, the old lady is hungry."

Silly Zhu waved at the uncle with the meat strip in his hand: "How do you tell me how to make this piece of meat, it is enough for 10 people."

The uncle was stunned for a moment and said: "Take out the 5 catties of meat I brought the day before yesterday, don't keep it." The uncle thought the meat strips belonged to Jia's family.

Silly Zhu: "Don't talk about your five catties, mine is gone."

Uncle: "Why is it gone?"

"You have to ask Bang Geng now, not to mention the meat, the chicken and fish are gone. We have to eat boiled cabbage for this New Year's Eve dinner. You can't even see diced meat when eating dumplings." Sha Zhu said angrily.

The people in the room ran out when they heard the noise outside, and a group of people surrounded Sha Zhu, looking at the meat stick in Sha Zhu's hand.

"What's the matter?" said the big mother.

Silly Zhu: "What's the matter, we can't eat meat at night."

It took a long time for everyone to react collectively,

He Yushui said: "Then what shall we have for dinner?"

Uncle: "Let's make dumplings first, and put more cabbage. I'll go to other people's houses to see if anyone prepares more, borrow or buy some."

Silly Zhu: "Xu Damao's family must have one, but he's not at home. He went back to his parents' place. By the way, the third uncle's family has two hens that lay eggs."

"Then I'll go to Yan Fugui's house to have a look." Then he walked towards the front yard.

In the old Yan’s house, Yan Fugui and his family are making dumplings, and the third mother is stewing chicken.The uncle opened the door and walked in: "Third uncle, I heard that your family has two chickens?"

Yan Fugui: "That's right, keep the eggs."

"Don't keep it, sell it to me." The old man looked at the family in front of him and said enviously.

Yan Jiecheng: "Grandpa, if you want to raise chickens, can you ask Qin Huairu to go to the countryside and buy you two? Our chickens have to be kept to lay eggs!"

"I don't raise chickens, I buy them to eat. It's not Chinese New Year's Eve. The old lady wants to eat chickens. There is no place to buy them now. Isn't it silly to say that your family has two, so I just coming."

Yan Fugui: "Go to someone else's house and have a look. I'm keeping these two eggs! It's hard to raise them so big."

Uncle, "How about I pay twice as much as you bought when you bought it?"

Yan Xiecheng: "Grandpa, I told you, don't say that our family blackmails you. I bought these two chickens for [-] yuan. Don't tell me that one is more than one yuan in the vegetable market. You go to the vegetable market and ask for it." With tickets, the chickens sold in the vegetable market are also non-laying chickens, and our family is a hen that lays eggs."

The uncle had a constipated expression on his face: "If it doesn't lay eggs, it's not the same as a chicken."

"If you say that, our chicken really can't be sold to you. If you sell it to you, you still have to say that our family blackmailed you."

Uncle: "Okay, let me pay 17 yuan."

Yan Fugui: "This is what you said. If you go out, you can't get it back."

"Am I that person? You still can't trust me?"

"Okay, Jiefang will bring the chicken to your uncle." Yan Fugui said with a smile on his face.

Yi Zhonghai gave the money to Yan Fugui, carrying the chicken, and left without looking back.

"Father, Grandpa is angry!"

Yan Fugui: "Why should he be angry? We originally bought this chicken for [-] yuan, but he insisted on paying us twice the price, and we didn't force him to buy it."

(End of this chapter)