Siheyuan: There are three little cats at home

Chapter 545 The extremely unlucky third uncle

"Third uncle, I will help you load the food."

Xu Qing was not surprised at all that Yan Bugui wanted to draw the lottery.

Yan Bugui is just such a person. He can take advantage and never suffer a loss.

The third master of the courtyard, except for occasionally being shy to open his mouth when it comes to matters of honor, is not merciless at all when he can reap benefits in other aspects of the courtyard.

Just when Xu Qinggang turned aside to let his brother-in-law Ma Jiefang prepare the stick noodles, Yan Bugui showed an embarrassed look on his face and stuttered slightly:

"Xiaoqing. What's that? Your third aunt and I asked you and Jinghong to help our family bring food back to our courtyard. Well, I did the math today, and it's sixty kilograms of stick noodles every month. , thirty kilograms of white flour, in less than half a year, the total is almost five hundred and fifty kilograms, I will let your third aunt remember every transaction."

Xu Qing listened quietly to what Yan Bugui said without interrupting.

Yan Bugui reached out and took out a neatly folded piece of paper, handed it forward, unfolded it and said:

"Xiao Qing, can you let Mr. Third and I draw a few more prizes today? It's New Year's Day, and we can also enjoy the celebration of your grain station's activities."

Xu Qing looked at Yan Bugui and couldn't help but smile.

The third uncle is really the third uncle. In terms of calculations, no one else has anything to do with him.

It's not okay to let the third uncle do this.

For five hundred and fifty kilograms of grain, if thirty kilograms are pumped once, it will take seventeen or eighteen times.

It doesn't matter how many times you smoke it, you just follow the Third Master's whim. If people in the courtyard know about it and follow suit, it will be troublesome.

Xu Qing thought:

"Third uncle, if that's the case, you and my third aunt will smoke each other five times."

When Yan Bugui heard Xu Qing's words, he felt happy at first, and then was shocked.

Mu Ran felt that ten times was too few. Before going out in the morning, he could calculate three times based on five hundred and fifty kilograms of grain at home, and he should be able to draw nearly twenty prizes.

However, when I thought about it again, I realized that in the past, it was Xu Qing and Jing Hong who helped carry the food back to the courtyard, and they had not come all the way to buy it a few times.

Xu Qing said it so abruptly today, but he didn't refuse it directly, which already gave him enough face as the third uncle.

After all, I didn’t draw before, so it’s unreasonable to have to draw the same number of draws now.

Yan Bugui, whose shrewd head couldn't hold a grain of rice in his head, thought about it for a moment, then laughed and said:

"Ten times is ten times. Xiaoqing, you are the boss, and your third aunt and I are customers. We have no objection to whatever you say."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he smiled and said:

"Others in our courtyard, have any other families come to buy food from you this morning?"

Xu Qing brought Ma Jiefang here late, so I don't know for sure. There were so many people there at that time, and they were huddled together in a noisy way.

He was so busy collecting food stamps that he didn't bother to see who was coming to his compound.

Moreover, when we first arrived at the grain station, all our attention was attracted by the gangster Lao Yang, and later the third aunt of the rainwater man came and stood in front of him, not entangled.

It was impossible for Xu Qing to be distracted and pay attention to others.

Ma Jinghong heard the third uncle's inquiry from the side and helped her man:

"The third uncle, the first aunt and the second aunt came over and bought some stick noodles and millet."

Yan Bugui said, and suddenly understood in his heart, with a smile on his face and said:

"It's New Year's Day today, and it's the beginning of the month. Everyone in our compound doesn't have much food left in each house. You and Xiaoqing are the ones who run the food station in our compound. We, as people in our compound, must take care of your business."

Ma Jinghong pursed her lips and smiled, and stopped talking to Yan Bugui. She walked to the third aunt and started chatting with laughter.

Xu Qingze led Yan Bugui towards the counter.

"Third uncle, you smoke first."

Xu Qing stood in front of the counter and tapped the big lottery vat twice with the fingers of his right hand.

Yan Bugui held the newly lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, rolled up the sleeve of his right hand cotton-padded jacket, and reached into the vat.

Xu Xiaoya was busy calculating how much food she had sold in the morning without looking up. Now that she was done, she shook the abacus, moved her white and slender fingers, and after the beads on the abacus were straightened, she smiled and came to her elder brother and Yan Bu. Next to Gui, he was resting and wondering what the third uncle could do.

At this time, there were no other people buying grain in the grain station.

Hui Lihua, Luo Hongjuan, Wu Xiuying, Li Shuzhen, Sanhuzi's wife, and Meijuan also gathered around the counter and watched.

Yan Bugui felt inexplicably stressed. His right hand stirred in the vat, not knowing which one to grab out.

In fact, like everyone else, he came here to win the jackpot.

Xu Qing's motorcycle was drawn by Li Laosi from the vegetable market, and everyone in the city was jealous.

How could Yan Bugui be unmoved at all?

Especially since he originally had the habit of taking advantage.

I went shopping early this morning. After a while, I wandered to Dongdan and went straight to the vegetable market to look for Mr. Li.

Shopping for groceries was the second priority. The main reason was to ask Mr. Li how he won the first prize.

He loves to learn and learn from experience, and strives to win the golden rice and win the first prize.

At this time, Yan Bugui's right hand had not yet come out of the large lottery vat, but Ma Jiefang and Liu Jianjun packed thirty kilograms of stick noodles and placed them on the counter.

When Yan Bugui saw this, he took out his hand.

Ma Jiefang and Liu Jianjun also leaned forward and looked down.

I saw Yan Bugui slowly opening his right hand, only a grain of white rice lying quietly.

Ma Jiefang smiled and said, "Uncle Yan, your luck seems to be average. You have nothing."

Yan Bugui showed disappointment on his face and sighed secretly.

I would like to refute what Ma Jiefang said.

But thinking that this was Xu Qing's brother-in-law, Jinghong's younger brother, and hearing from his son Yan Jiecheng, Ma Jiefang was going to be promoted to deputy director in Factory No. 3 recently.

Yan Bugui knew that he was not the one to offend, so he didn't dare to say anything.

Otherwise, if it were someone else, with his character of never suffering a loss, he would not be able to get people to talk to him, and he would have to defend himself.

But at this moment, Yan Bugui could only hesitate to speak. He poured the rice in his right hand on the counter and reached in to draw it again. At the same time, he silently prayed to Marx and the great leader, hoping to win the golden rice.

However, the result was not as expected.

The second time I pulled out the white rice.

Yan Bugui didn't believe it, his eyes widened in disbelief.

I drew twice more in succession, but still nothing, not even a mung bean.

He couldn't help but frown, feeling annoyed.

He had asked Li Laosi before, and he got it right away.

Fortunately for him, four times in a row, they were all filled with rice.

He, a person who has been teaching for almost his whole life, is not as lucky as a vegetable seller. Why?

Yan Bugui was heartbroken and put his hand into the big lottery vat again to fumble around.

Ma Jinghong and the third aunt chatted for a long time at the entrance of the grain station, then walked up to the crowd to see what Yan Bugui could come up with for the last time.

Yan Bugui worked hard, and sure enough, he won another rice.

Even Xu Xiaoya couldn't stand it any longer, and said with a smile on her pretty face: "Third uncle, you are really unlucky today. My aunt picked up a mung bean this morning, and she won ten pounds of white flour just once. After you smoked it five times, it was all rice."

Liu Jianjun secretly tugged on his wife's skirt to signal her to stop talking.

But Xu Xiaoya didn't listen.

The three brothers Yan Jiecheng had gone to the backyard to bully their eldest brother. She regarded this as a younger sister, so she did not go to the three brothers Yan Jiecheng to settle the score because of the friendship they had lived in the same compound for many years, which gave her enough face.

Today, the third uncle came over to draw a lottery, and he planned to draw more times. What's the matter, the whole family is bullying everyone, right?

Yan Bugui's whole figure was like a deflated rubber ball, with some wilting coming down. Hearing Xu Xiaoya say that the old Yi family could hit the hole in one go, he was deeply shocked.

He is the third man in charge of the courtyard, and he is also a teacher. He is not as lucky as Li Laosi. He is not even as lucky as the women in his own courtyard.

Auntie was able to win the mung bean. He had five chances. Even if he didn't win the first prize of golden rice, he didn't even get a single mung bean for the second prize. He felt unwilling to do so.

"I'll keep pumping, just stop."

The third aunt, who was just about to stretch out her hand to try her luck, heard her boss say this to her, so she had to give up the idea of ​​drawing a lottery and stood aside to watch.

Xu Qing doesn't care, he only has ten chances, he doesn't mind whether the third uncle smokes or the third aunt smokes.

Yan Bugui took two puffs of his cigarette and started drawing again.

However, on the tenth time, I finally managed to pull out a red bean.

Yan Bugui's gloomy face finally showed a smile.

"Xiao Qing, I remember that the red bean you won is the third prize, right?"

Xu Qing responded: "Third uncle, yes, the red beans are the third prize. However, the third prize does not give you white noodles. You can only ride a motorcycle for one lap. But now, I don't have a motorcycle, so this third prize is..."

Yan Bugui suddenly became depressed.

He took it ten times in a row.

Unexpectedly, I didn’t get a pound of white noodles. Not to mention, I worked hard to win the third prize. Because Xu Qing’s motorcycle was gone, I wanted to ride it for a ride but failed. I sighed secretly in my heart, which I couldn’t explain. Mixed flavors.

What is this?

The third aunt on the side showed the same expression of complaint against her boss when she first entered the grain station.

Yan Bugui also realized that he couldn't keep it on his face, so he added:

"Xiao Qing, this lottery you set up is unreasonable. You should..."

Just as Yan Bugui finished speaking, Xu Xiaoya flipped up her hair and continued:

"Third uncle, please don't say that. Auntie won the second prize today and got ten pounds of flour for free."

Yan Bugui was immediately choked and had nothing to say. His face turned red with embarrassment. He hurriedly raised his hands to hold his glasses to cover up his embarrassment and defended himself again:

"It should be that I was harmed by the unscrupulous vegetable seller in the vegetable market and got bad luck."

Xu Xiaoya wanted to continue to criticize Yan Bugui again, but Xu Qing smiled and signaled with his eyes not to say anything.

"Third uncle, you are right. If you had come to buy food from me early in the morning, maybe you and my third aunt would have taken away all the thirty kilograms of white flour."

Xu Qing said this without making Yan Bugui's face too ugly.

After all, this third uncle has a lot of minor problems, but as a good person, he is pretty good in the compound.

And my younger sister Xiaoya repeatedly used words to choke the third uncle's intentions.

Xu Qing is the eldest brother, and he knows it very well.

If he couldn't figure out what his sister was thinking, then for now, no one would know.

In any case, when my sister was still young, after her parents passed away, he was the eldest brother who raised her up.

Xu Qing knows his sister's temper and temper very well.

It’s just that things can’t happen so blindly.

Like before, Yan Bugui wants to use up all the times he didn't draw in the past.

He didn't agree, but chose to let the third uncle draw him ten times.

The purpose is to let him know that first, he didn’t smoke before, but he wants to smoke now, so he can’t count.

There is no saying that you can still save money through the lottery. If this is the case, everyone will not be in a hurry to draw after buying the food. If they save up to one dollar, how will the food station business be done if they all meet on the same day?

Secondly, they were given ten draws for the sake of living in the same compound.

Yanbu Gui was the third master of the courtyard, and he mentioned that there was no lottery draw when buying food, so as a junior, he couldn't let him go down the stairs.

Even though he had issues with the three brothers Yan Jiecheng.

But one thing is the same, and the blame cannot be placed on their father.

Otherwise, in that case, there would be no difference between the three brothers Yan Jiecheng.

And Yan Bugui also borrowed the donkey from Poxia, indicating that he understood.

Xu Qing can't let his sister keep arguing.

Xu Xiaoya is a sensitive person. She didn't say anything after hearing her elder brother's words.

Sanhuzi's wife put her hands in a cotton-padded jacket with small floral flowers and echoed:

"Shopkeeper, you are right. I have the best luck in the morning. I picked up a wallet when I went out early this morning."

As Sanhuzi's wife spoke, she reached out and took out an exquisite artificial leather wallet from the left pocket of her cotton-padded jacket.

Ma Jiefang took a look and asked with a smile: "Sister Wang, can you pick up a wallet when you go out? I have never encountered it before. This wallet looks good. How much is in it?"

"I didn't dare to open it. I came to the grain station to ask Jinghong what to do with it, but someone came in early to buy grain, so I couldn't find any time."

Ma Jiefang bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Hey, Sister Wang, since you picked it up, you should open it and take a look. What if there is something else inside besides money?"

After Sanhuzi's wife interrupted, everyone no longer cared about Yan Bugui's lottery draw.

Since Yan Bu didn't win anything, there was nothing to say.

Yan Bugui was finally saved, and was no longer ashamed to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. While everyone was staring at the wallet that San Huzi's wife had picked up, he picked up the grain on the counter and walked dejectedly outside the grain station. Go.

Xu Qing glanced at it and gave his wife Jinghong a look to see her off.

He stopped going because he couldn't make his sister feel uncomfortable.

Ma Jinghong quietly escorted Yan Bugui and his wife out of the grain station, exchanged a few words at the door, and then turned around and returned to the grain station.

There weren’t many people on the street at the moment. The air was cold and the sun was high in the sky. The cyclists kept ringing their bells, making a clear tinkling sound. The children who were tired from playing, despite their red faces from the cold, squeezed their bells with one hand. With the fire burning and chopsticks in one hand, I ate roadside braised pork with my parents, feeling very happy.

But all this fell into Yan Bugui's eyes, making him even more confused.

The sky is blue, and although the warm winter sun is not very warm, it is bright.

Yan Bugui's mood was at the bottom of the valley. He was pushing the bicycle, not riding it, but walking. Thirty kilograms of stick noodles were placed on the crossbar of the car. He ignored the third aunt who was following him with a vegetable basket on his shoulder. Her arms were sore, and she secretly felt in her heart. Sleep:

"I'm really unlucky today. I drew so many times and didn't win anything. I'm really unlucky!"

(End of this chapter)