The third uncle, Yan Bugui, lowered his head and saw what Zhang Zhonghua was carrying. He was a little compassionate just now and immediately turned back into the old Yan.
"Oh, isn't this the New Year's Eve? The factory is giving out new year's goods."
Zhang Zhonghua said, picked up the things and shook them in front of Yan Bugui. Yan Bugui's two small eyes stared closely at the things in Zhang Zhonghua's hands, and his eyes moved back and forth as the New Year's goods in Zhang Zhonghua's hands swayed.
"The New Year's goods distributed by the factory? This looks like a lot, right?"
"Hey, everyone has it. After all, it's been a hard year!"
"Um, that's not meat, is it?"
The third uncle, Yan Bugui, noticed that Zhang Zhonghua was holding a hemp rope in his hand. Looking down the hemp rope, he saw something wrapped in a newspaper tied to the lower end of the hemp rope.
Nowadays, there are no plastic bags to carry things. When buying things, I have to bring my own bag, or else I just tie it with a hemp rope and carry it home!
"Yeah, half a pound of pork!"
"Is this issued by your unit?"
"Issued by the work unit!"
"Everyone has one?"
“Everyone has one!”
Zhang Zhonghua and Yan Bugui kept asking questions and answering them, just like asking questions quickly and answering them quickly. The more Yan Bugui asked, the uglier his face became.
"Why, third uncle, there is no pork in the New Year's goods distributed by your school?" Zhang Zhonghua looked at the third uncle Yan Bugui in a playful way and said.
"Um, it's been given out, it's been given out, it's been given out pork."
Damn it, we are just a school, how can we have the money to give each teacher so many annual gifts?
The third uncle, Yan Bugui, cursed secretly in his heart.
"How about I give you my half a pound of pork? Anyway, I don't need this much meat!"
"That's so embarrassing!"
He said he was embarrassed, but his hands were really embarrassed. He reached out to take the pork from Zhang Zhonghua's hand.
Zhang Zhonghua swung his hand and avoided Yan Bugui's extended hand.
"I'm sorry, forget it, I'm just kidding you and you still take it seriously! You're thinking shit!"
Zhang Zhonghua picked up his things and turned around and walked towards the middle courtyard.
"you……"
The third uncle, Yan Bugui, was so angry that he pointed at Zhang Zhonghua and trembled.
"Goodbye, you. Go and borrow money wherever it's cool."
As Zhang Zhonghua walked toward the middle courtyard, he turned his back to the third uncle, Zhang Yanbugui, and waved.
"Zhang Zhonghua, you little bastard."
The third uncle Yan Bugui got angrier and angrier as he thought about it.
"Fuck...ha, I'm so...hahaha."
Yan Bugui was so angry that he actually laughed out loud. Then the helpless third uncle Yan Bugui shook his head and went back to the house.
There are so many employees of the steel rolling mill in this courtyard, and each person has half a catty of pork. He is standing here at the door, looking at so much meat, but he can't see or touch it until he is so greedy that he simply ignores it.
As the workers in the courtyard who worked at the steel rolling mill returned, the entire courtyard soon became lively.
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It's New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye. It's rare good weather these days. Zhang Zhonghua also takes advantage of the relatively good weather and rides his 28-year-old shoulder bag around Sijiu City every day.
Some uncles and elders still have to move around, and I don’t know how much they can survive, or how much they only see each other less often.
Therefore, he traveled non-stop throughout the forty-nine cities every day, and many people who were absent also sent telegrams to express their greetings.
Zhang Zhonghua felt that he was more tired than working these days. He finally ran to the last store yesterday and slept until dawn.
After he got dressed and walked out of his house, he saw a square table in the open space in the middle courtyard, where the third uncle Yan Bugui was busy writing with a brush.
"Hey, isn't this the third uncle? What are you busy with? Zhang Zhonghua also joined in.
"Aren't you busy writing couplets for the neighbors?"
Yan Bugui raised his head and glared at Zhang Zhonghua, and then replied, obviously the third uncle Yan Bugui still remembers what happened in Xiaonian.
What a small-minded person.
"Third uncle, you are good at writing this calligraphy. Please write one for me too."
Zhang Zhonghua then remembered that he didn't seem to have bought the couplets. He had never posted them in his previous life, so he didn't think of them for a moment.
When Yan Bugui heard his words of praise for himself, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously and he said proudly:
"There is a saying that the words are like the person, and seeing the words is like the face? According to the old saying, if you can only see the words without seeing the person, you will know the person."
Zhang Zhonghua's mouth twitched. Let's not talk about whether the ancient judgment methods are correct or not.
As for you, Yan Bugui, if you rely on this word to understand you, you are very different. I probably won’t even be able to tell that you look older.
Does it also mean that the words are like the face?
"Okay, okay, okay, what you always say is right, then you can write me one."
"Xiaohua, you are also a cultural person, do you need me to write it for you?"
The third uncle Yan Bugui glanced at Zhang Zhonghua
"A gentleman doesn't take away what others like. I'm not a gentleman, but I can't take away your job, right?"
As he spoke, Zhang Zhonghua took out the money and slapped it on the table.
"This is the polishing fee for you."
"Okay, leave it to me."
Yan Bugui, the third uncle who had just noticed that Zhang Zhonghua's eyes were not eyes and his nose was not a nose, immediately smiled when he saw the money and quickly collected the money.
In fact, the money given is not much, and Yan Bugui can still make some money even if the value is removed. That's why Yan Bugui is so enthusiastic about writing Spring Festival couplets for neighbors every year.
Neighbors also come to him to write, because it is cheaper to write to him than to buy it from outside, of course it is just a little bit cheaper.
"Excuse me for your trouble, I'll go out for a walk."
"Hold you."
Zhang Zhonghua shook his head. This old Yan was really greedy for money, so he ignored him and walked out of the courtyard. As soon as he left the alley, he met He Yuzhu coming back from outside carrying an old deaf lady on his back.
"Hey, Brother Zhuzhu is carrying the old lady out for a walk?"
"Xiaohua, the street is very lively. The old lady wanted to go out for a walk, but there were too many people."
Zhang Zhonghua leaned into the ear of the deaf old lady and said loudly: "Grandma, why don't you come out for a walk?"
"You kid, whatever you yell, I can hear you."
The deaf old lady raised her head in dissatisfaction and said.
"Then who knows? Who knows when you can hear it and when you can't hear it."
"You kid asks for a beating. Grandma Zhuti will beat this bad boy."
The deaf old lady patted He Yuzhu's shoulder to signal to He Yuzhu.
"okay."
After receiving the imperial edict, He Yuzhu raised his leg as if to kick Zhang Zhonghua, but Zhang Zhonghua quickly dodged and dodged.
"You should really kick this stupid pillar."
The deaf old lady pinched He Yuzhu's ear directly.
"Grandma, did you ask me to kick you?"
He Yuzhu said aggrievedly.
"Okay, Brother Zhuzhu, don't be disgusted. Isn't Grandma Street busy?"
"It's lively, but it's so lively, but there are too many people. I'm really afraid that I won't be able to get out if I go in."
"Hahaha, no way, you are in good health! Brother Zhuzhu, please take grandma back to rest, I'll go for a walk."
"Okay, you go and play."
After saying that, He Yuzhu carried the deaf old lady towards the courtyard.
Zhang Zhonghua also turned around and walked out of the alley.
