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

"It's still thoughtful of the factory manager, I'm still worried about how to keep it."

Director Liu flattered me.

Pack it up quickly.

The two of them had just finished packing, when suddenly a messy sound came from not far away.

"Boss, trouble is coming..."

When Director Liu looked up, he suddenly felt bad. He knew most of these people.

All factory workers.

But these people were not on the invitation list.

Come all now.

It is obvious that he wants to eat and drink for free.

"What's the trouble?" Director Yang stopped his hands and walked around to the table.

Standing on the steps watching the group of people.

Bring home.

It was a mess, like a group of beggars.

"Hey, Factory Manager Yang greeted him at the door in person, what a face."

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui are two people.

Get ahead of the line.

When Liu Haizhong saw that Factory Manager Yang was standing at the entrance of the restaurant, he was horrified.

Quickly walked a few steps.

"Director Yang, you welcome the guests in person at the door, doesn't that weaken your identity?"

"Leave these small jobs to me, you go in first."

"I'll arrange these people in the courtyard."

Liu Haizhong bowed his head and said with a flattering smile.

"Are you here to arrange?"

"What is the arrangement, what are you guys doing here?"

Director Yang narrowed his eyes and asked back.

"Go in and eat."

"Director Yang, as you know, we are all Mr. Song's neighbors."

The biggest problem in bangs is not ambition and lack of talent.

But no wink.

Director Yang's face was already angry tomorrow, and Liu Haizhong couldn't see it at all.

Still smiling.

"I advise you to go back quickly, today is the old man's big day, don't make trouble here."

Director Yang looked at everyone with a sullen face.

"What's the matter, we ran so far to have a feast, to save face for the old man, why are we still not allowed to enter?"

Yan Jiecheng said with dissatisfaction upon hearing this.

He wasn't a rolling mill employee, so he didn't care who was standing at the door.

"Xie Cheng, speak politely, everyone is a leader, big or small."

Yan Bugui glared at his son.

"Leader, please go in and inform Mr. Song, let us go in quickly, it's so cold today."

Yan Bugui looked at Director Yang with his hands in his hands.

A natural expression.

"That's right, Director Yang, we all took a day off today for Mr. Song's big wedding."

"Hurry up and call the old man out, we are all here, can we not let in?"

"Director Yang, Mr. Song is not only our neighbor, but also our elders. They are almost a family. You said that the elders in the family got married, and we, the younger generations, don't take it for granted to come and celebrate?"

"That's right, we and the old man are a family, we are both grandpa and grandma."

Hearing that Director Yang wanted to drive them back.

All the people in the courtyard talked in one go, all shamelessly clinging to their relatives.

Director Yang has heard that the atmosphere in this courtyard is not good.

See you today.

It's more than just a bad atmosphere.

All of these are too shameless, right?

Talking about eating and drinking for free is so high-sounding, and it's all a matter of course.

a time.

Director Yang was a little speechless.

"Hurry up and see the time is about to open."

Aunt San said impatiently.

"It's probably full of food inside, and if we go in later, we will eat a few less dishes." Second Aunt echoed.

"Director Yang, you see everyone is waiting, please open your mouth quickly."

Liu Haizhong was also a little anxious.

Prompted tentatively.

"It's okay to go in and eat."

"But you have to follow the rules. Those who have invitations can go in, and those who don't have invitations leave early."

Seeing that Director Yang was speechless.

Obviously pissed off.

Director Liu stood up and looked at the crowd and said.

"invitation?"

"What kind of invitation? Old man Song didn't give it."

"What invitation do you need for a table?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Yes."

"An invitation is also a wedding invitation. Whoever you give money to, the old man will send an invitation."

Director Yang paused for a moment.

Shen Sheng said.

"Factory, factory manager, I have a wedding invitation, which was sent by the old man last night."

"We have them too."

"Is Director Yang such a wedding invitation?"

in the crowd.

A few people came out with wedding invitations, and they were one of the few honest families in the courtyard.

After Song Qingshan announced the day of the eighth wedding in the twelfth lunar month.

The money was delivered the next day.

Not much money though.

It's only a few cents per household.

But as long as it was sincere, Song Qingshan would keep it in his heart, so he didn't forget them when he sent out wedding invitations these two days.

and.

These families also went to Song Qingshan's house in the past two days, asking many times if they needed help.

"Okay, let's go in!"

Seeing the wedding invitations in these people's hands, Director Yang nodded.

these few people.

The old man also explained it just now.

If you don't come, you have to send someone to the courtyard to shout.

"Director, can my wife and children be brought in?"

Several people looked at Director Yang with embarrassed faces, thinking that only one person could be admitted with an invitation.

"You can bring your family."

Director Yang nodded again, and several people thanked them repeatedly after listening.

And then in full view.

into the restaurant.

The rest of these beasts can be greedy.

"Leaders, although our family doesn't have invitation cards, our family's situation is special. My father and the old man wrote a happy couplet, which shouldn't have given them any money in the first place."

"So, our family can also go in."

Yan Jiecheng watched a few people go in helplessly, and then explained.

When I first came here, I gave Yu Li a lot of praise.

After a while, I will definitely be able to go to a big restaurant for a meal, and I can take home some leftovers for my future husband and mother-in-law.

And my sister-in-law.

Now that he is blocked from entering, Yan Jiecheng is already a little unhappy looking at Yu Li's expression.

"Yes, that's right, there are rules in our courtyard, and under normal circumstances, no money will be given to members who have made too much effort."

"I really wrote so many happy couplets to the old man. You can see how festive they are posted in the courtyard. I wrote them all after hard work these days."

"You're right to follow the rules. They can't get in, so we have to let our family in."

Yan Bugui also opened his mouth to explain.

Today, the whole family took leave of absence from work and school just to eat this meal.

It would be a big loss if you couldn't get in.

"Third uncle, what you said is wrong, isn't it? You and the old man wrote happy couplets, it was not in vain. Didn't the old man give you a penny fee?"

"That's right, I'll give you a dollar for writing such a small amount."

"Third uncle, what you said is not authentic."

After listening to what Yan Bugui and his son said.

Before Director Yang could say anything, the people in the courtyard began to refute.

some time ago.

Song Qingshan asked Yan Bugui to help write the happy couplet, and also gave him one yuan as a retouching fee.

That's it.

Yan Bugui's family was showing off over and over again in the courtyard. After the father finished talking, the son said, and after the son finished talking, the mother said.