Ordinary life starting from a courtyard

Chapter 42: Chapter 42

PS: Chapter 41 was blocked, and nothing was written. It is not easy to write anything with color, so I deleted it after I wrote it.

The last chapter hasn’t been released for me yet. I wanted to finish coding and post this chapter before twelve o’clock, but it seems to be too late now.

In the previous chapter, Zhou Wenliang went to the big leader's house to show a movie, and then went to teach Zhou Xiaobai how to draw. When he saw her father Zhou Zhennan, he gave him a big school woolen coat before leaving.

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Zhou Wenliang nodded knowingly. He knew the situation of the Yan family. Yan Pugui calculated everything, especially his children, which was even more obvious.

It is necessary to hand over the wages. Yan Xiecheng has been working for so long and has no money in hand.

He used to do odd jobs, and he had to hand in his salary every day when he came back.

So I had no money, so I went to do odd jobs at this time. I went to the Dongzhimen freight yard today to unload coal, and I was tired.

I still envy Zhou Wenliang. I don’t have to hand in my salary. I just started working as a regular worker. I’m still a projectionist. I’m doing a good job. Now I’m a fourth-level clerk. If I do well in the future, I might be able to be a section chief. What leaders do I know now? Look at the pile of things that are given, especially for Moutai!

He had never seen it before.

Zhou Wenliang took out the Moutai and let him have a look at it. His eyes were full of envy, his envious eyes were about to come out, and his heart was full of bad intentions.

When they got home and put the things on the table, Zhou's mother and Zhou Wenwen were stunned. Zhou Wenwen didn't turn on the radio anymore, and ran over with a woolen coat, which was rare.

"Brother, where did this come from?"

"Xiao Liang, where did this come from?"

"It's all from the leader." Seeing their surprise, Zhou Wenliang explained with a smile.

"How can you ask for something from the leader, you child, why are you so ignorant."

Zhou Wenliang smiled wryly: "Mom, it's all a gift from someone else, you can't do without..."

"Then we can't have it..." Zhou's mother said it was true, but it was impossible to send it back, and said, "We can't do this next time..."

Zhou Wenliang looked at it and laughed for a while.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, a stall was set up at the gate of Yan's house, and Yan Bugui stood by the table with his hands in his hands, waiting for the business to come.

After Zhou's mother cooked breakfast, she asked Yan Pugui to write couplets quickly, and post the couplets after dinner.

After Zhou Wen lit up, he saw that the people in the yard who asked Yan Bugui to write couplets were all lined up. The business is so good?

How many years has Yan Bugui been asked to write Spring Festival couplets in the courtyard house? Yan Bugui has been doing it almost every year.

The red paper is produced by myself, the ink is from Yan Pugui, and it is enough to pay a penny or two after finishing the writing, a simple retouching fee, the handwriting is not ugly, and the most important thing is that it is cheap, so all the writers and painters in the courtyard look for him.

Zhou Wenliang was also interested. Seeing that there was still a lot of red paper bought by Zhou's mother, he also wrote a copy after it was laid out.

Zhou Wenliang is good at writing. He is proficient in Zhang Menglong and Weishu.

"Brother, when did you have such good calligraphy?" Zhou Wenwen stood beside her, rubbing her small chin in doubt.

Zhou Wenliang put down his pen, shook the red paper, and said with a smile: "I practice at work, if I don't have these things, how can I work in a rolling mill."

"I don't believe it. I practice every day and I can't write well. You just went to the rolling mill for a few days."

Zhou Wenliang rubbed her little head, messed up her hair, and groaned loudly, ran over quickly, turned around and laughed: "Do you understand talent?"

"Ah. I'm going to kill you..." Zhou Wenwen chased and beat him angrily with her head on the chicken nest.

Zhou's mother came in with a pot, saw the two arguing, and scolded: "Stop arguing, eat soon, how old are you, you are still arguing every day, and you are still a child."

Zhou Wenwen angrily accused Zhou Wenliang and sued him.

"Mom, look at him, he messed up my hair. I just combed it."

"You are combing. Eat first. I am busy today. After eating, I will post couplets later."

"Just be biased."

"You stinky girl, what are you talking about, hurry up and serve me the bowl."

"You let my brother handle it. I don't care if you are biased..."

Zhou Wenliang couldn't help laughing. The mother and daughter were interesting, so he took out the bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard.

Posting couplets after dinner is Zhou Wenliang's job, Zhou's mother and Zhou Wenwen make dumplings.

Fatty came to help, he has a lot of family members, so the posting has already been finished.

In fact, it’s nothing, only a door frame needs to be pasted, lanterns are hung, and no other places are used.

The gate of the courtyard was posted by Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui, and the lanterns were hung on silly pillars.

The dumplings that every family eats at noon, the fat man eats here at noon, the dumplings stuffed with cabbage, all big meatballs, nothing else is delicious.

In the afternoon, the yard is filled with the smell of meat. No matter what the family is, no matter how poor they are, they can order meat. After all, it is Chinese New Year.

At this time, the children are very happy, because they can eat good food during the Chinese New Year, especially meat, which is not available in normal times, but can be eaten today.

In the afternoon, Zhou Wenliang went to the eldest sister's house and gave something away.

Yesterday I brought back a bottle of special Moutai and a stick of Zhonghua cigarettes, which made my brother-in-law very happy. Even though he is a grain store manager, he has a little power, but he can't get in touch with these.

The person who greeted him wanted to drink here anyway, Zhou Wenliang declined, and besides, today's New Year's Eve, what is it like to be here.

It was still dark, and the figures of children playing and playing with cannons shuttled through the alleys and courtyards.

Among them, the stick and Xiaodang were also there, so I just released two and then they were gone. Now I look enviously at others.

"Brother, I also want to use a small whip."

Stick stared at the children who were released in the yard, and said, "I want to release them too. Isn't there nothing? No matter what whips our family bought, they are not enough for me to release alone."

Having failed the upgrade exam, Jia Dongxu was in a bad mood and bought fewer New Year's goods.

The firecrackers I bought had already been released secretly by the sticks, and now I can only watch others release them.

"Brother, go ask grandma for some money. Grandma loves you the most. If you ask for money, let's go buy small whips. The supply and marketing cooperative is still open."

"Cut, grandma won't give me money."

As long as Jiazhang doesn't mention money, he will love his grandson the most, but if he mentions money, that won't work.

Jia Zhang's has no income, and Jia Dongxu's salary is not given to her. Qin Huairu usually buys food at home, and she has no access to money, so it is not easy for her to save some pension money.

Stick looked enviously in the courtyard and thought for a while, then looked at Shazhu's house, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll go to Shazhu's house to order some, his house buys a lot."

While talking, he came to the door of Silly Zhu's House. The strong aroma of the food made his mouth water, and he took a look inside. There were several meat dishes and a roast chicken.

He Yushui saw Banggen and Xiaodang watching at the door, took a few meatballs, went over and asked with a smile: "What are you doing here? Did you ask about the smell? Here, big meatballs, sticky for my sister Fenfen, don’t eat all by yourself.”

The stick took it, put one in his mouth first, and divided a few for the anxious little dang beside him, sobbing and asking, "Where's silly Zhu?"

He Yushui was very uncomfortable listening, and taught: "Bang, you can't be called Sha Zhu, you are not big or small, you have to be called Uncle or Uncle He."

"Hey, what's your name, Uncle He, whatever you want. Silly Zhu is very nice, and he listens kindly." Sha Zhu wiped his hands, and the deaf old lady in the backyard came to the house, and heard the chat between the two, and said nonchalantly.

"Brother, you... oh..." He Yushui ignored him angrily, turned around and went back to the house.

"Silly Zhu, what about your little whip, give me some. This year my family didn't buy much, and it's all gone now."

"Hey, you kid..." Sha Zhu subconsciously wanted to object, but after a little thought, he smiled and said, "Okay, two firecrackers, you can only put one, and take the rest back."

"That's fine."

When Bang Geng came home with two strings of firecrackers, one was thrown on the table, and the other was scattered, Xiao Dang was there to help.

Qin Huairu was cooking, and Jia Zhang was sitting in the room holding the insoles. Jia Dongxu saw his son come back with firecrackers, and asked, "Where did you get the two firecrackers?"

Sticking his head without raising his head: "It was given by Shazhu."

(End of this chapter)