Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 174
"Second uncle, wake up, wake up."

The third uncle glanced at the note, and knew that the second uncle was stunned by anger.

The following three people were also a little scared. They were afraid that if the money would not come back, why would they explain it to their family when they got home?
"Guangtian, Guangfu come out quickly."

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

The three of them followed suit.

Liu Haizhong woke up leisurely, another change appeared on his face.

Looking at the three people in the hall, he glanced at the IOU. It not only had Liu Guangqi's signature, but also his fingerprints on it, which was unmistakable.

"You, give them the money."

Then, 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 100 yuan from the inside and handed it to the three of them.

The three thanked each other, and Liu Haizhong waved his hands to let them go back.

Afterwards, the third master also saw that there was nothing wrong, so he also left.

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

"Father, what's written on it?"

The second aunt is not very literate. Although she knows that it is not a good thing, but it is related to her son, so she has to ask clearly.

At this time, Liu Guangtian's eyes were shining, the boss ran away with a woman, so the rest of him is the boss?
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."

砰

Liu Haizhong beat the wooden bed hard.

How did their house become a tomb?This is cursing him to die quickly.

The eldest son who has been raised for 20 years, how much effort has been devoted to it, in the end, for what love, even I don't care about it?

After so many years, I have educated such a thing?
At this moment, Liu Haizhong fell into self-doubt.

"Guangqi, are you leaving?"

"My brilliance~~~"

The second aunt cried loudly and lay on the bed.

Seeing this, Liu Guangtian hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him, "Mom and Dad, I will still be there when the boss is gone, don't worry, I will definitely take care of you and Dad until the end of the day."

"Bright God!"

The second aunt found a vent and cried.

"Mom, and me."

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

In secret, the two brothers exchanged eyes with each other, tacit understanding.

Just when the two were dreaming about a better life in the future, Liu Haizhong also regained his confidence.

Without the eldest son, he has two sons.

Since the pampering strategy for the elder son failed, it was a trial and error.

That relative way of teaching is definitely right.

So, looking at the two brothers who were hugging each other and crying, they were firm in their hearts, "There will be no problems 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 the focus person, Liu Haizhong, the second uncle, can be said to be disgraced. He can't manage his own children well, so he still has the face to manage the courtyard?

For a while, Liu Haizhong drank at home and dared not go out.

This is what hurt Liu Guangtian and his brothers. They thought they would be able to win the love of their parents if the boss ran away, but they didn't get it, and they were even stricter. While they were afraid, they also hated Liu Guangqi even more.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, before the Chinese New Year, the courtyard began to be cleaned.

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

Looking at the pair of sons and daughters, I am a little proud, but also a little wronged.

I have paid so much for this family, but my mother-in-law has never waited to see her.

Even her own man yelled at her without saving any face.

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

I sighed again.

Xiao Dang is already full moon, but the two of them never even mentioned it.

Even the parents of Qinjia Village didn't come to the door. She knew that this was the last time, and she still hadn't passed it in her heart.

The daughter's cries sounded again, and Qin Huairu hurried over to hug and coax her.

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

Mu's, Jia Zhang spoke, but didn't lift his head, obviously there was no discussion.

Qin Huairu also wanted to take a pair of children back to the village to show to the villagers during the Chinese New Year. She is now blessed with many children.

Hearing this, her complexion immediately turned cold. In this family, she endured humiliation, did the most work, and ate the worst food.

The purpose is for family harmony, to let outsiders see how good Jia's family is and how correct his choice is.

But in exchange for what?
It's the man's suspicion, the mother-in-law's dislike, and the fact that she's intensified to order her around. The whole family doesn't have the strength for her to speak.

Seeing Jia Dongxu's indifferent expression, Qin Huairu knew that he could not be counted on this matter.

Looking at Jia Zhang's appearance again, she was convinced of her intentions, regretting in her heart, the original choice was too unwise.

As a result, even a little unhappiness now will cause jokes from the people in the courtyard.

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

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

Everyone is busy on weekdays, we don't meet much, and we don't want to bother people, so we can only take advantage of this year to go around more.

Feelings are something, if you don't move around in March, you will be unfamiliar when you meet.

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

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

This was forced by Uncle Li, people are so sophisticated, that's how they deal with each other.

Yang Xiaotao didn't go home with the wine, so he went to Wang Fa's house.

Several Xing Jiaqi from the same group were also there, so Yang Xiaotao took out the tofu, eggs, two sticks of old ham, and more than a catty of pork from the space, and hurried all the way to Wang Fa's house, attracting attention in the alley. There was a commotion.

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

Seeing that Yang Xiaotao brought so many things, Wang Fa's wife Pang Mingyue had a serious face, so many things can get a lot of money.

Especially meat and intestines, as well as wine, are not often given as gifts.

Wang Fa didn't ask much, he knew Yang Xiaotao's character well, if he could get it, he must have it.

He can't lose face at this point.

Call the kids in the house and let them go out and find someone.

During dinner, Li Nan, Xing Jiaqi and several groups gathered together. After a meal, everyone was drunk, and then helped each other to walk home.

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

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

Turning to the entrance of the alley in the courtyard, a figure happened to walk into the courtyard.

As soon as Yang Xiaotao squinted his eyes, he recognized the man, 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 pitch black, and even Jia's house had turned off the lights.

Walking into the house, Wangcai looked up and saw that he was lying in the nest again.

Xiaowei also flew out from 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 29, and the people in the courtyard began to prepare for the New Year.

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

Every household is busy, and it is rare to have a rest throughout the year, when the family reunite and have fun together.

In this way, when it comes to New Year's Eve, the courtyard is also festive.

The third uncle set up a table in the front yard as usual, with a brush in his right hand, he was scribbling on the red paper, and there was a basin in front of the table, which was called a brush fee.

It’s just that this year is different. Before, the situation was not so difficult. During the Chinese New Year, no matter how difficult it is, you can save some money. But now, after the supply of supplies has been reduced, and wages have been cut, the people in the courtyard still have something to keep their pens alive. ?
After putting it on for a whole morning, only the first and second uncles kindly supported the melon seeds and peanuts, while the others watched from afar and hesitated.

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

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

And the most important thing is, if you don't want anything, you can give it away for nothing.

Looking at the couplets on Yang Xiaotao's door and Uncle Chen's door again, I admire Yang Xiaotao's ability even more.

This is the benefit of reading.

Feeling in my heart, I must urge Xiao San to study hard when I go home.

"Xiaotao, I'm back!"

"Okay, you are busy, I will write more."

Yang Xiaotao wrote vigorously in his room, feeling the joy of the New Year.

Of course, more than half of this joy comes from the system.

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

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

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained 500 credits."

Another [-] points of credits have been obtained, and more importantly, after the system appraisal, the calligraphy can also be sold.

This calligraphy is only given [-] credits for beginners, so continue to practice, and there will be no more intermediate and advanced calligraphy in the future.

Now that Yang Xiaotao is counting, he has given a lot of credits for both stabbing and English last time. It seems that starting from outside of reading is also a way to get credits.

I wrote a few more couplets at home, and 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 master was in the front yard looking unfazed, but in his heart he was convinced of the people in the yard, and those who celebrated the Chinese New Year were not allowed to hang a Spring Festival couplet?
Sooner or later you have to bring something.

But when he was waiting for the harvest, there was a commotion in the surrounding crowd, and then gradually dispersed, Yang Zhongyuan walked.

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 puzzled, the boss Yan Jiecheng ran over and whispered something 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.

His face trembled angrily.

"Don't talk about Wende, don't talk about Wende!"

Yan Fugui's face was serious, anger kept rushing 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 used a pen and paper and didn't need money, which showed his superiority.

Yan Fugui suppressed his anger, and began to think again.

Originally, every year was an income, but why did such a thing come out this year?
Don't say if anyone has come now, if you continue to charge some retouching fees, then your reputation will be ruined.

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

Yan Jiecheng listened, but didn't react. He didn't run away until Yan Fugui kicked him, and walked towards the middle court.

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

"Damn it..."

Yang Xiaotao didn't notice the situation in the courtyard, he just wrote for the sake of writing, and he was already content with earning [-] credits.

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

However, he didn't care, the people who came took it by themselves, and he didn't need those couplets, and it was considered waste for them to use.

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

Write again, huh, huh.

Those who haven't got the Spring Festival couplets, seeing that Yang Xiaotao stopped writing them, didn't dare to talk too much, so they could only return to the front yard resentfully, where the third master is also free.

Until noon, the courtyard was covered with Spring Festival couplets, looking beaming.

Only the third grandpa's house in the front yard, although red and colorful, did not have the usual joy.

"Dad, look, there are just a few peanuts, how do you divide them up during the Chinese New Year?"

Yan Jiecheng looked at the peanuts and melon seeds in the basin that were about to bottom out, his mouth full of resentment.

"It's all Yang Xiaotao, the past is over, why is it against us? This has gotten worse!"

"Yes, old man, Yang Xiaotao has done this, how will he do it in the future."

The three mothers were also distressed at the side.

The third uncle was half lying on the chair, and he came over to look at the roof.

"This kid can't let him idle."

After a long while Yan Fugui sat up straight, a word came out of his mouth, his eyes gleamed with calculations.

(End of this chapter)