Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 29 Publication
I was so excited yesterday that I didn't sleep all night.

Today, Wei Pingan feels that he is still very excited.

Wei Pingan evacuated the entire lobby on the second basement floor yesterday, gold, dollars, and firearms were all put into the system space.

Wood chips and debris were thrown into the lake at night.

A small hidden pier leading directly to the sea.

Wei Pingan studied all the trap doors along the way and closed them for the time being.

As for the [-]-square-meter basement on the first floor, Wei Pingan planned to use it as his own cellar.

Although it is not needed now, it may be used to deceive people in the future.

On the ground, Wei Ping'an built a wall overnight, leaving holes for wooden beams and side panels for nail tracks to install wooden doors.

When he came back from get off work, the yard looked at him with indescribably complicated eyes.

Being single-family means to draw a clear line from everyone in the courtyard.

In the past, I didn't feel anything when I joined together to reject Wei Ping'an, but now that I was excluded by Wei Ping's arrangement, I felt an indescribable depression.

Maybe a little envious.

Who wouldn't want to live in a detached courtyard.

Still the same sentence, Wei Ping'an's living conditions made the group of pink-eyed guys in the courtyard feel that it was uneven...

Fan Laoliu, a carpenter in Banchang Hutong, followed Wei Pingan into the courtyard on a tricycle.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

The third uncle who was tending the flowerpot raised his head and asked.

"I came to find Comrade Wei Ping'an from the Intermediate Court and opened the door for him..."

Seeing the little old man who would ignore his answer, Fan Laoliu stopped talking and went straight to the middle courtyard with the wooden door on his shoulder.

This kind of courtyard house renovation is similar. He, Fan Laoliu, has a lot of experience and experience, so it is normal to encounter conflicts between neighbors.

Habit is second nature.

Cheerful, not grumpy at all.

"Comrade Wei, I sent the door... Hey, your little courtyard is really not bad!"

"Thank you, Brother Fan, I have to trouble you to help me, let's install the door together."

"The appointed one, I have all the tools with me, you don't need to help me, I will finish the installation for you..."

Wei Pingan stood by, watching Carpenter Fan at work while chatting with him.

Jia Zhang, who had returned from his education at the opposite door, saw this from a distance, snorted and went into the room.

She didn't dare to pierce it now, but Wei Pingan, a bastard, blatantly installed doors and built walls, obviously to defend herself.

This almost made her lungs explode.

After getting through these times, I will make you look good again.

Jia Zhang muttered angrily.

Silly Zhu felt unhappy.

He lived in the main house, which used to be the owner of the courtyard, the proper owner, the side room was originally a place for the servants who served people, but a wall was built, it was going to be turned upside down.

Doesn't it mean that one of the eight members of the cafeteria of our dignified rolling mill is being guarded like a thief?

Coupled with the accumulation of hatred last time, this resentment is even heavier.

The deaf old lady in the backyard was sitting in the house, with her hands resting on the head of her cane, her eyebrows drooping, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

In the whole courtyard, she also puts He Yuzhu in her heart, and the others are all outsiders to her.

"Wei Ping'an, Wei Ping'an, your mail package."

"Here we come." Wei Pingan yelled, and said to Fan Laoliu: "Master Fan, you are busy first, I will go get a package."

Postmen are also popular these days. If it is a small item, maybe they will send it in. After all, he is familiar with Wei Pingan, but today there are many tasks, and this item is quite heavy. He stood at the hanging flower door in the front yard and yelled.

"Thank you, Brother Liu."

Wei Pingan skillfully handed over a cigarette.

Postman Liu Youcai happily took it.

This kind of action is no longer once or twice, both of them are very familiar with it.

"If your package wasn't too heavy, I still have more than ten packages to deliver today, so I'll move them in for you..."

He took Wei Ping'an a cigarette with a filter tip, and he had to say some polite words if he didn't do anything, otherwise he would feel bad.

"It's okay, are these two packages? They are quite heavy."

He carried two packages back to the yard.

Fan Laoliu has already installed the wooden door.

According to Wei Ping'an's request, the threshold can be placed [-] centimeters above the ground, or it can be removed.

Painted with a cyan antique coating, it naturally blends into the yard without being obtrusive at all.

"Thank you, Master Fan."

Wei Pingan said, and handed him a cigarette.

Fan Laoliu took the cigarette, glanced at it, and tightened his fingers holding the cigarette.

It was the first time I saw Zhonghua with a filter.

It is said that it is a special offering that only big leaders can enjoy.

This has to be kept.

Thinking about it, Fan Laoliu put his hands behind his ears and said, "Comrade Wei, if there is no problem, I will leave first. If there is any problem with this door, you can call me, and I will guarantee that you will be fine for five or sixty years." .”

Send Master Fan away, go back to the yard, and bolt the door.

This has completely turned into a private little world.

In the past you always ignored me, but today you try to curry favor with me, but you can't even enter the door.

At this moment, Wei Pingan was thinking too much.

Back in the house, I made a dish and a soup.

Clear cucumber scrambled eggs, seaweed egg drop soup with sesame oil.

Delicious food full of happiness.

An exquisite life requires a full sense of ritual, nutritionally balanced meals, and a rich and colorful spiritual life.

This is what Wei Pingan wants to pursue in this life.

Open the package, just as Wei Pingan expected.

It was from the publishing house, a thick letter, and two stacks of sample books tied together with rope.

In red and black tones, the cover has the image of a soldier hero charging in ink, and the two big characters "Bright Sword" in the upper right corner.

This is the literary crystallization of Wei Ping'an's painstaking efforts and learning from others' strong points.

When it comes to graduating from the military academy, everyone is happy.

The following content is too heavy, which is not conducive to the image of Wei Ping'an's vigorous young youth.

Well, the main reason is that I am afraid of being implicated.

There is no disaster, if you can avoid it, you can avoid it.

Put the sample book on the shelf of the bookcase, and bend down the rest of the bookcase to the bottom of the bookcase.

This is the capital of the future, and it is also a shield for his rich clothes and good food.

The envelope was opened, and inside were two letters from the editor-in-chief and the editor, as well as the original manuscript of the preface written by the literary masters surnamed Shen.

In the current situation in the literary circle, there are full-time writers living off of manuscript fees, and there are also great literati who work in their employers and concurrently serve as leaders of associations.

It is the latter who wrote the preface to Wei Pingan's "Bright Sword".

Still one of the best.

Well, in addition to these, there are more than 20 national food stamps, a dozen meat stamps with a lot of milk stamps, a watch ticket, and a bicycle ticket.

Food stamps and meat tickets can be understood as fan behavior, but such an expensive pile of tickets...

Is it literati mutual aid?Or call it a way to recognize and treat newcomers in the circle.

Wei Pingan was confused and guessed randomly.

The publishing house is also in Forty-Nine City, and the bills are all within the validity period, so they can be used.

Finally, there is the manuscript fee.

100286 yuan.

Wei Pingan froze for a moment, and counted twice with his fingers.

Can't help but be amazed at the high income of literati these days.

A book eats the rhythm of two lifetimes.

He knew there would be no less, but he didn't expect there to be so many.

According to the calculation of the manuscript fee for short articles in the past, 12 words is 100 yuan, and the ones written before are only a few tens, dozens, or more than [-]...

All of a sudden 10 households.

Although the windfall last night amounted to trillions, but that is currently not visible.

But the one hundred thousand can be spent openly.

Of course, Wei Pingan didn't dare to speak so arrogantly, for fear of being targeted by those greedy people who put on a cloak of justice.

Regardless of the distance, two people will appear in this courtyard.

Thinking back on the pile of bills again, Wei Ping'an was not so surprised suddenly.

In the end, the value generated by this book, in addition to the economic benefits, Wei Ping'an can be regarded as stepping into the cultural circle, which belongs to the reputation.

　There is another update at 10 o'clock tonight...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)