Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 8 Misunderstanding
After Wu Jianguo left, Wei Ping'an changed to a long pole with a big hook and lowered a few poles.

Today's weather is not beautiful, although it is sunny, but the temperature is very low, and there are not too many shoal fish at the moment.

Sure enough, within ten minutes after the swing, Wei Pingan felt a big guy.

It took a lot of effort for Wei Pingan to drag him ashore.

It was half a meter in size, and Wei Ping'an couldn't pinch it with both hands.

This is definitely a super big guy.

Yan Bugui also saw Wei Pingan's tossing from a distance, and he was jealous.

But he thought that the old man and Wei Ping'an had an appointment, and he didn't say hello at the beginning, so he couldn't bother him.

But later, seeing the old man being picked up by a car, and seeing Wei Pingan catching a big fish that he hadn't seen in ten years, the calculations in his heart started to snap.

"Hey, you guys go fishing first, I'll try it on the opposite side."

"Okay, you old Yan, is this going to catch a good trap and get lucky?"

The fishing friend next to him laughed and teased.

"That young man belongs to my compound. He has acquaintances just now and we don't want to disturb him. He will be the only one in this meeting. As the third master in the compound, he has to say hello anyway."

Yan Bugui's interpretation of righteous words.

As a scholar, you should pay attention to your face, and you have to find a justifiable reason for doing things.

Yan Bugui came over with a fishing rod and a bucket.

"It's safe, you're here to fish too."

"Hey, third master, it's your first time here, how is your harvest today?"

Wei Ping'an was in a good mood, and he was not stingy with chatting up Yan Bugui.

And strictly speaking, Yan Bugui is one of the few people in the compound who has a bottom line.

Although he likes small calculations, he barely maintains the bottom line of being a human being.

"You catch a lot, how about I sit next to you and get lucky?"

"Okay, my friend just left, and I caught quite a few..."

With that said, Wei Pingan took the bait again.

When I picked up the pole, I felt strong resistance, so I could only shake the spinning wheel and slip for a while.

It was another big fish of thirty or forty centimeters.

Yan Bugui's eyes turned red.

If you catch it by yourself, you can cut it into pieces and make soup for a week.

Quickly pack up and stop the next pole.

Such a good nest can't waste time.

"Third Master, would you like one?"

"It still has a filter. Ping An, your grade is not low."

It's not that it's not low, it's all super high, Yan Bugui hesitated for a long time before reluctantly ordering it.

He actually wanted to keep it and take it back, and take it out to show his relationship when he needs it someday.

Yan Bugui also understands that it is very expensive to have a filter, and it is still Zhonghua.

It's just that he didn't know that the Zhonghua that Wei Ping'an gave him was in the category of fakes.

It's not that Wei Ping'an is harming him, he is also smoking this kind of fake and shoddy.

It's just that due to face...and prudence, I didn't give this to old man Wu.

Coincidentally, Yan Bugui came over, and Wei Pingan, unable to hold back, looked for balance on him.

A little old man with an unqualified class background, Wei Ping'an was sure that he would not be able to make waves.

Yan Bugui came to Wei Ping'an's side, and his luck was better. While talking, he picked up a "big fish" weighing about half a catty.

The little old man couldn't close his gums when he was happy.

"Come on, third master, I've gained a lot, so I'll go first, and I'm planning to borrow some books from the library in the afternoon."

"Then you go first, I'll fish for a while, remember to give me a pair of fishing rods like yours next week."

Wei Pingan agreed.

It is obviously not just an investment in fishing that can make Yan Bugui take the initiative to spend 2 yuan to build a fishing rod.

After Wei Ping'an left, Yan Bugui squinted his eyes and stared at the lake, but he was always calculating in his heart.

In the past, it was a mistake. Wei Pingan is a kid who usually stays silent in the courtyard, but he didn't expect that the relationship outside is quite complicated.

It is not easy to smoke a Zhonghua with a filter tip. He also fished with the big leader in a small jeep and chatted so happily. The close relationship can be imagined.

He thought that Wei Ping'an had made an appointment with that leader, otherwise why would he stop and go straight over there by taking a long detour.

It can only be said that Yan Pugui, who is too utilitarian, is not a pure fishing friend.

For 2 yuan to ask Wei Pingan to help him with a fishing rod, Yan Bugui was calculating to the extreme.

First of all, the relationship between people is established, and the friendship will be deepened everywhere.

He didn't say that he wanted to hit the fishing rod at the beginning, but he made up his mind after he caught two or three substantial fish.

According to today's harvest, send it to the back kitchen of a familiar factory, and you can change it for [-] cents.

It is right to invest 1 yuan in exchange for a good rod, and you can catch more fish in the future. Maybe you can’t lose money, and you can earn more.

Wei Pingan walked to an empty corner with his bag and fish on his back and put everything into the system space.

After returning to the vicinity of the courtyard, he brought out two fishes that were not too big or too small.

Entering the courtyard, I saw the little daughter-in-law Yu Li who was helping the third mother with work.

Back in the middle courtyard, Qin Huairu was doing laundry as usual, chatting happily with Silly Zhu next to him who was absent-minded in choosing vegetables for washing with his big belly.

When the two of them saw Wei Pingan coming in, they became much quieter. After Wei Pingan ignored them and turned into his small courtyard, they raised their voices and laughed again.

Wei Pingan slandered in his heart.

Jia Dongxu wasn't dead yet, and Mrs. Jia Zhang was watching in the room, and the two showed signs of collusion.

As the saying goes, flies don't bite seamless eggs, one of these two people is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, and no one can blame the other for living like that in this life.

Replace the honeycomb stove with an aluminum pot.

A layer of hot white flour steamed buns, and a layer of heated vermicelli stew left over from last night.

Flour, vermicelli, and pork are all exchanged for points, and Wei Ping'an has become accustomed to counterfeit and shoddy products.

Overcome the fear of death for the sake of tongue.

As the weather gets warmer, even if the radiator valve is turned to the minimum, it is already a little hot.

Wei Pingan has been thinking about the replacement of cooking equipment in the kitchen for the past two days, and it seems that it will be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

It was a bit late for lunch this time. After all, there was only one person at home, and it would be late when I came back from fishing, and I had to cook by myself.

After eating and clearing up, it will be almost two o'clock.

After finishing reading the books on engineering equipment, Wei Pingan went to the library to change a few more.

First, reading books can earn points, and second, he needs to pave the way for future iterations of his skills.

Let people around you and those who may investigate your situation in the future subjectively think that although they dropped out of high school, they did not give up their studies.

Through continuous learning and access to information, the ability and skills can be improved.

And after reading the book a hundred times, its meaning will emerge from itself, and it can also explain the situation that one's writing is natural and skillful.

Although the probability of getting it occasionally is a bit high, it is because of my talent.

In the past few months, more than a dozen articles have been published.

There are newspapers, magazines, and periodicals. Even the most famous People's Literature has included two red essays by Wei Pingan.

The manuscript fee accumulated nearly 300 yuan.

I have to say that writers in the literary and art circles make money quickly.

Last week, Wei Pingan actually received a letter from readers and fans forwarded by the newspaper, and unexpectedly got 5 catties of national food stamps.

Although it is not used much, it is also the first time fans have realized it.

You must know that the current national food stamps have oil, although Wei Ping'an is not short of it.

But the oil in the food stamps is not fake or shoddy, it is handmade.

Use it with more confidence.

The library is not closed on holidays, until 7:[-] in the evening.

Wei Ping'an read a few more professional books, handled the rental business before the library closed, and returned to the yard with three tomes.

"Peace, why are you back so late?"

"I was reading in the library and didn't pay attention to the time."

"This shows that it is a good thing to read the book. Hurry up and go home and cook. You can't do this in the future. Studying is learning, and you can't be hungry."

After a few perfunctory words with the third master, Wei Pingan returned to his room in the middle courtyard.

In the front yard, Yan Bugui, who was playing with flowers and plants, returned to the house.

"Old man, what's the matter today? This is what I've been talking to Wei Pingan for so long."

"Hey, you know what I saw when I went fishing today?"

"What's the matter? Met Wei Ping'an? That's not the case. It's not like you don't know that my uncle..."

"Hey, women and Taoists don't know the twists and turns. Let me tell you, today I saw Wei..."

The third master lowered his voice, and taught the third mother the experience of calculation.

"I really didn't expect Xiao Wei, who is usually silent and silent, to have such a relationship. Back then, his family..."

The third mother had to admire her old man, thinking that she would also have to take the initiative to say hello in the future.

But you have to follow the advice given by your wife, be more enthusiastic when there is no one else, and when there are others, you can get by with nodding acquaintances.

The gist is to do neither.

Wei Pingan, the person the two were talking to, had already returned to the house, and while the inspiration was still there, he was sketching the blueprint of the gas stove on straw paper.

(End of this chapter)