Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

Yan Bugui was quick to wit, and hurriedly found an excuse to evade it.

"Laba next month."

The clouds in Song Qingshan were flat.

"Yo, count the time, there is still about half a month, then I have to get a pen quickly."

Yan Bugui was talking.

Pretending to look for red paper, pen and ink.

"Write more, at the entrance of the alley, on the gate of the courtyard, and other empty spaces in the courtyard, they will all be covered by my old man."

Song Qingshan's tone was understated.

Hearing Yan Bugui's flesh hurts, according to the old man's way of writing, the red paper of fifty cents can't even be taken off.

"As long as the writing satisfies me, your touch-up fee will be indispensable."

Song Qingshan knew what Yan Bugui was thinking.

If you change to do other things.

Suffering makes him uncomfortable, but getting married is a joyous thing.

Song Qingshan is not short of money.

Fifty cents, one yuan, there's no need to pick Yan Pugui and be stingy.

"Grandpa, look at what you said. Your grandson will not be able to express it when you have a big wedding."

"How can I ask you for a pen fee?"

Hear Song Qingshan's words.

Yan Bugui was in a good mood, and the old man came out with a gift of 100 yuan.

Come and find yourself an errand.

You will definitely not be stingy when you make a move.

"Well, since you say that, I will treat you as a filial grandson.".

90 I have given all the bride price money, and you are still called the old man? ? ?

Hear old man Song's words.

Yan Bugui really wanted to give himself two slaps, so what are you doing with these extra polite words?

"Old man, you said you have to write so much, it's hard to get red paper now."

"Two days ago, a teacher in our school asked me to borrow red paper when he got married, but I didn't lend it to him..."

Yan Bugui was weeping.

Song Qingshan didn't want to hear his bullshit and calculating words, so he stood up without saying a word.

Slowly walked out of Yan Bugui's house.

Just before he left, he dropped a dollar on the table.

Although Yan Bugui is shrewd and calculating, he is a chicken thief.

But the handwriting is pretty good.

In a short period of time, Song Qingshan couldn't find anyone else to write the celebration couplets, and there was no place to buy them these days.

I can only use Yan Bugui.

"The old man has a bad temper, but he is quite generous in doing things."

"Looks like an elder."

Seeing the one dollar on the table, Yan Bugui immediately smiled, and even forgot the kick he had received.

Regardless of past suspicions.

Praise the elder.

"Old Yan, what is Mr. Song doing at our house? He won't be beating people again, right?"

"Are you OK."

"Hey, what's the matter, you're still so happy?"

The third aunt ran home in a hurry. She was watching old man Song come out of the house.

"Look at what's on the table?"

Yan Bugui triumphantly pointed to the one dollar on the table.

"Given by the old man?"

The third aunt heard the reputation and looked over, her eyes lit up immediately.

Hastily reached out to pick it up.

"The retouching fee given by the old man is much better than those melon seeds and peanuts in previous years."

Yan Bugui sat down on the chair.

The smile on his face never stopped.

"That's only a few bucks. Just the few things that those people in the yard gave me by digging and digging, I can't even spend even [-] cents."

"The old man is really generous."

"In the future, our family will have to walk around more with the old man."

It's not that 347 does not enter a family.

Sometimes San Aunt is even more calculating than Yan Bugui, and she just saw a dollar.

Just thinking about currying favor with Song Qingshan in the future.

Maybe you can get some more benefits.

"It's time to move around more. The old man is now the chief of the medical department of their factory, and he is the first person in the hospital to become an official."

"Although he doesn't have much real power, he still has more weight than what we ordinary people say."

"The old man is good. As long as you don't make him angry and speak according to him, it will benefit our family."

"It's like today's one yuan, tsk tsk, it doesn't cost three cents to cover the yard all over."

"We made seventy cents inside and out."

Yan Bugui's eyes were shrewd, as if he had made a fortune.

"Old Yan, you still have the ability. You only need to work for a day. Let's have something good for lunch."

The third aunt smiled openly.

"What's good to eat? Our family will stop eating meat in the last half month."

"What?"

"Old man Song will hold a wedding banquet on the eighth day of the next month. Our family can't go over to have a bite. The bride price is 100 yuan. How can this banquet be bad?"

Yan Bugui raised his legs and half-closed his eyes.

"The eighth day of next month?"

"Even if it's less than half a month today, I have to have a good relationship with the old man recently, when the time comes, our whole family will go."

"I'm going to collect the money."

The third aunt happily walked into the back room with the money.

"By the way, find the red pen, paper and ink."

Yan Bugui shouted.

"It's so urgent, isn't it half a month?" The third aunt was puzzled.

"I haven't started writing for a year, and the old man spent such a large price, I have to practice first."

Take money to work.

Although Yan Bugui is stingy, as long as the money is in place, he will be unambiguous in his work.

----

"Grandpa, come out and bask in the sun."

Song Qingshan was walking in the yard and was about to rush to the backyard, but unexpectedly ran into a little girl named He Yushui.

With a sweet smile on his face.

After seeing Song Qingshan, he greeted him warmly.

"Come out for a walk." Song Qingshan cast a glance at the little girl.

In the original book, he is also a white-eyed wolf.

Her elder brother Sha Zhu provided her with schooling, food and drink, but in the end he spoke for Qin Huairu.

Together to count silly pillars.

It's not counting eating inside and out, it's simply turning your elbows out.

"Old man, be careful not to fall, let me help you go back."

He Yushui graciously went over to support Song Qingshan.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

I used to meet this little girl frequently in the courtyard.

Why are you so diligent today?

Song Qingshan didn't refuse, Qin Huairu was not at home, he was an old man with nothing to do on Sundays.

I'm bored.

Teasing this little girl is considered entertainment.

"Yu Shui, what grade are you in this year?" Song Qingshan asked.

"It's the second year of junior high, old man."

He Yushui smiled sweetly and replied with a drawn out voice.

It is said that the old man is not easy to get along with.

Isn't that nice to say?

"Is there someone to talk to?"

Song Qingshan asked coldly, and He Yushui's eyes widened immediately.

Very scared.

As long as I'm only young, I can talk about my partner, and besides, it's not allowed in school.

As long as you find someone to talk to.

Fire immediately.

"Grandpa, I'm only fourteen this year, so where can I talk to someone?"

"Don't joke around, old man."

He Yushui replied nervously.

"I'm not too young anymore. When I was your age, all my peers became fathers."

in the old days.

Getting married at the age of thirteen or fourteen is a very normal thing.

"Grandpa, you..."

He Yushui was speechless, unlike the old man, she had no taboos in speaking.