Chapter 174: Don’t talk about virtue
“His second uncle, wake up, wake up.”
The third uncle glanced at the note and knew that the second uncle was so angry that he passed away.
The following three people are also a little scared. They are afraid that they will not get the money back. How will they explain it to their families when they go home?
“Guangtian, Guangfu will come out soon.”
The second aunt shouted, and the two brothers came out timidly, and together with the third uncle, they helped Liu Haizhong down into the room.
The three of them also followed in.
Youyou woke up with bangs, and your face changed again.
Looking at the three people in the hall, he looked at the IOU again. Not only was it signed by Liu Guangqi, but it also had his fingerprints on it. It was unmistakable.
“You, give them money.”
With that said, he took out a key from his waist and handed it to the second aunt.
The second aunt took it, ran to the bedroom, opened the cabinet where the money was hidden, took out a handkerchief, and then came back and handed it to Liu Haizhong.
Liu Haizhong counted out a hundred dollars from it and handed it to the three of them.
The three of them thanked them, and Liu Haizhong waved his hand to let them go back.
Then, the third uncle saw that nothing happened, so he also left.
Liu Haizhong picked up the paper again and read it carefully.
"His father, what does it say on it?"
The second aunt is not very illiterate. Although she knows it is not a good thing, she has to ask clearly when it concerns her son.
At this time, Liu Guangtian's eyes were shining brightly. The boss ran away with a woman, so wouldn't he be the boss left?
I couldn’t help but feel excited when I thought of the boss’s treatment.
"Guang Qi went to Shanxi with that girl."
"Pursue the freedom of love and leave this tomb of bondage."
Bang
Punching the wood in the bangs bed.
Why did their house become a tomb? This is cursing him to die soon.
How much effort has been put into raising my eldest son for twenty years, but in the end, for what love, even I don’t care?
Have you taught yourself such a thing for so many years?
At this moment, Liu Haizhong fell into self-doubt.
“Guangqi, are you gone?”
“My Guangqi~~~”
The second aunt cried loudly and lay on the bed.
Liu Guangtian saw this and quickly stepped forward to comfort him, "Mom and Dad, the boss is gone and I will still be there. Don't worry, I will definitely provide for you and dad until the end of your life."
"God Guang! "
The second aunt found an outlet and cried.
“Mom, and me.”
Liu Guangfu also ran over, and the three of them hugged each other.
Secretly, the two brothers made eye contact with each other, understanding each other tacitly.
Just as the two were dreaming about a better life in the future, the bangs on the side also regained confidence.
Without his eldest son, he still has two sons.
Since the strategy of doting on the eldest son failed, it should be considered a trial and error.
That relative teaching method is certainly correct.
So, looking at the two brothers who were holding each other's arms and crying, I was determined, "There will be no problem this time."
Liu Guangqi ran away, and the news spread quickly, becoming Major events in the courtyard have also become a topic of discussion during the Chinese New Year.
As a central figure, Liu Haizhong, the second uncle, has lost his face. He can’t take care of his own children, so how can he still have the nerve to manage a courtyard?
For a while, Liu Haizhong was drinking at home and did not dare to go out.
This actually hurt the Liu Guangtian brothers. They originally thought that if the eldest son ran away, they would gain the favor of their parents. However, not only did they not get it, but they became even more severe. While they were afraid, they also hated Liu Guangqi even more.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, before the Chinese New Year, general cleaning began in the courtyard.
In Jia’s house in the middle courtyard, after washing a pile of diapers, Qin Huairu returned to the house.
Looking at a pair of children, I feel a little proud and a little aggrieved at the same time.
She has sacrificed so much for this family, but her mother-in-law has never wanted to see her.
Even her own man yelled at her without any shame.
Back home, Jia Dongxu lay on the bed and basked in the belly, while Jia Zhang was eating melon seeds at the table nearby.
I sighed again.
Xiao Dang is already one month old, but neither of them even mentioned it.
Even her parents from Qinjiacun didn’t come to the door. She knew that this happened last time, and she still hadn’t gotten over it yet.
Her daughter's cries rang out again, and Qin Huairu quickly went over to hug her and comfort her.
"Huai Ru, don't go back for the New Year this year!"
Mu, Jia Zhang opened her mouth to speak, but didn't even raise her head, obviously there was no need for discussion.
Qin Huairu also wanted to take her two children back to the village during the New Year. She is now blessed with many children.
Hearing this, her face immediately turned cold. In this family, she had to make the most of everything, doing the most and eating the worst.
The purpose is to maintain family harmony and let outsiders see how good the Jia family is and how correct their choices are.
But what did you get in exchange?
It was the man's suspicion and the mother-in-law's disgust that made her more and more aggressive. The whole family did not have the strength for her to speak.
Seeing Jia Dongxu's indifferent expression, Qin Huairu knew that he could not count on him in this matter.
Looking at Mrs. Jia Zhang's appearance again, she looked sure of her, and she regretted in her heart. Her original choice was so unwise.
So much so that if anything goes wrong now, it will make people in the courtyard laugh.
Qin Huairu swallowed her breath secretly and continued to coax Xiaodang.
At noon, Yang Xiaotao went to Zhou's house with about ten squares of tofu, talked about the meal at Zhou's house, and then went to Director Wang's house.
Everyone is busy on weekdays, so we don’t meet much, and we don’t want to trouble anyone, so we can only take advantage of this year to go out more.
Emotions are something that if you don’t move around in three months, you will become unfamiliar when you meet them.
We haven’t seen each other for three years, but only smile when we meet.
When Yang Xiaotao walked out of Director Wang's house, he had two bottles of wine in his hand.
This was forced upon me by Uncle Li. People are worldly and this is how they deal with each other.
Yang Xiaotao didn't go home even though he was carrying the wine, and instead went to Wang Fa's house.
A few Xing Jiaqi from the same group were also here, so Yang Xiaotao carried wine and took out tofu, eggs, two old hams, and more than a pound of pork from the space. When I walked to Wang Fa's house, there was a lot of noise in the alley.
Wang Fa, his wife and children were delighted to see Yang Xiaotao coming. They usually walked around and they all knew each other.
Seeing Yang Xiaotao bring so many things, Wang Fa's wife Pang Mingyue had a serious face, she could get a lot of money for so many things.
Especially meat, intestines, and wine are not often given as gifts. Wang Fa didn't ask any more questions. He knew Yang Xiaotao's character well. If he could get it, he must have it.
He can't lose this little face.
Call the children at home and ask them to go out and look for someone.
At dinner, people from several groups of Li Nan Xing Jiaqi gathered together. After drinking a meal, everyone was drunk, and then they supported each other and walked home.
Yang Xiaotao sent Li Wei home and then walked to the courtyard alley.
On the roadside, the snow turned white under the moonlight, and I couldn't help but want to step on it.
Turn around and come to the entrance of the alley of the courtyard, and a figure happens to walk into the courtyard.
Yang Xiaotao squinted and recognized the person, Jia Dongxu.
I didn’t feel anything at all, I just slowed down and walked home.
When I returned to the middle courtyard, the surroundings were dark, and even the Jia family turned off the lights.
Walking into the house, Wangcai looked up and lay down in his nest again.
Xiaowei also flew out of the vegetable garden and landed on Yang Xiaotao's shoulder.
Go home, wash up, and go to bed.
When I woke up the next day, it was already twenty-nine, and people in the courtyard began to prepare for the New Year.
Aunt Chen next door has already started making buns, and Yang Xiaotao also went over to help.
Every household is busy, and it is rare to have a rest at the end of the year, when families reunite and have fun together.
In this way, on New Year’s Eve, the courtyard also became festive.
The third uncle set up a table in the front yard as usual, holding a brush in his right hand and writing on the red paper. There was also a basin in front of the table, which was euphemistically called the pen fee.
It’s just that this year is different. The situation was not so difficult before. During the Chinese New Year, no matter how difficult it was, we could still save some money. But now, after the supply of materials has been reduced, wages have been cut again. People in the courtyard Do you still have something to polish your pen?
After a whole morning of displaying, only the first and second uncles gave their friendly support to the melon seeds and peanuts, while the others looked at them from a distance and were intimidated.
In the middle courtyard, Wang Dashan held two couplets with a smile on his face.
The couplet was written by Yang Xiaotao. In his opinion, the words on it were no worse than those written by Yan Fugui.
And the most important thing is, if you don’t want something, give it away for free.
Looking at the couplets in front of Yang Xiaotao’s door and Uncle Chen’s door again, I admire Yang Xiaotao’s ability even more.
This is the benefit of reading.
I sighed in my heart, I must urge my mistress to study hard when I get home.
“Xiao Tao, I’m back!”
"Okay, you're busy, I'll write more."
Yang Xiaotao was writing furiously in the room, feeling the joy of the New Year.
Of course, most of this joy comes from the system.
Just when Yang Xiaotao was about to write two couplets and practice pen writing in the morning, the system prompt sounded.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for mastering the primary calligraphy skill on his own. This skill is a non-system reward skill and cannot be improved with credits."
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained 500 points of credits."
Another 500 points of credits have been obtained. More importantly, after being identified by the system, this calligraphy can also be used.
This calligraphy only gives you 500 points for the elementary level. If you continue to practice, you won’t be able to get more intermediate or advanced levels in the future.
Now Yang Xiaotao is counting. He was given a lot of credits for the last thrust and English. It seems that starting from studying is also a way to obtain credits.
I wrote a few more couplets at home. Many people in the courtyard heard that Yang Xiaotao didn't want anything here, so they came in twos and threes, and then left with the couplets.
The third uncle looked unfazed in the front yard, but he was convinced that the people in the yard were not allowed to hang up Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year?
Sooner or later I have to bring something.
But just when he was leisurely waiting for the harvest, there was a commotion in the surrounding crowd, and then gradually dispersed, and Yang Zhongyuan walked away.
After a while, there were only a few children playing in the front yard, but no one came around to ask for Spring Festival couplets.
Just when Yan Fugui was confused, the boss Yan Jiecheng ran over and whispered in his ear. Yan Fugui's face changed drastically when he heard this.
Bang
The writing brush fell on the table and the ink was scattered all over the table.
The skin on his face trembled angrily.
"Don't talk about literature and morality, don't talk about literature and morality!"
Yan Fugui's face was serious, anger kept rushing into his heart, and his eyes were full of anger.
"Dad, what should I do?"
Yan Jiecheng went to see it. Yang Xiaotao's handwriting was no worse than his own, and he provided pen and paper for free, which showed his superiority.
Yan Fugui suppressed his anger and started to care about it again.
It used to be an income every year, but why did it happen like this this year?
I don’t know if anyone will come now. If you continue to charge retouching fees, your reputation will be ruined.
Gritting his teeth, Yan Fugui shook his head, "Go ahead and say it, we don't want any more money."
After hearing this, Yan Jiecheng didn't react until Yan Fugui kicked him and then ran away, towards Zhong. Go to the hospital.
"Damn it, there is no way for people to survive."
"Damn it..."
Yang Xiaotao was not aware of the situation in the courtyard. He was purely I just write for the sake of writing, and I am satisfied to be able to gain 500 points.
It wasn't until he saw many people in the courtyard coming to ask for Spring Festival couplets that Yang Xiaotao realized that he seemed to have robbed the third uncle of his business.
However, he didn't care. Everyone who came took it for themselves. He couldn't use those couplets, so giving them to them was considered waste.
Seeing Mrs. Jia Zhang looking around in the yard, Yang Xiaotao put down his brush and wrote a lot.
Write again, haha.
Those who haven’t gotten the Spring Festival couplets yet, seeing that Yang Xiaotao stopped writing, didn’t dare to say anything, so they could only return to the front yard angrily, where the third uncle is also free.
Until noon, the courtyard was covered with Spring Festival couplets, looking full of joy.
Only the third man's house in the front yard, although decorated with red decorations, does not have the usual joy.
"Dad, look, there are just a few peanuts, how are we going to divide them during the New Year?"
Yan Jiecheng looked at the peanuts and melon seeds in the pot that were about to bottom out, full of resentment.
"It's all Yang Xiaotao. What happened in the past is over, why can't you get along with us? This is getting worse!"
"Yes, old man, if Yang Xiaotao does this, what else will he do in the future?"
The third aunt was also worried.
The third uncle was half lying on the chair, he came over and looked at the roof.
"This kid can't be left idle."
For a long while, Yan Fugui sat up straight, a sentence came out of his mouth, and his eyes shone with calculation.
(End of this chapter)