The fat man was led to the east courtyard, and there was a table of eight immortals on the kang, on which there was a small book bound of red paper, and there was pen and ink next to it, which turned out to be a brush. Fortunately, the fat man practiced for two days when he was a child, but it didn't bother him.

There was an old man sitting next to the table, it was Li Wuye, who was highly respected in the village, with the highest seniority, and he was more than seventy this year, he was not deaf, his eyes were not dazzled, and his body was tough.

Li Wuye was holding a canvas bag in his arms and was responsible for collecting money. One person is private, two people are public, one collects money, one writes accounts, and in the end it can't be different, which is also considered double insurance.

The fat man called out "Fifth Master", then crossed his legs on the kang, sat upright, took out a worker, peasant and soldier from his pocket and handed it over: "It's open, mine." ”

Then pick up the brush, dip it in ink, and the tip of the pen is on the edge of the inkstone a few times, and write the name on the account book, indicating the amount of money.

Rural celebrations do not pay attention to giving red envelopes, Zhang Laosan with how much, Li Laosi with how much, all remember clearly, everyone at a glance. From the ledger, you can see the depth of friendship and the changes in living conditions.

The fat man also attended the wedding of his classmates, with a minimum of five hundred. However, thinking of the current living standard of the backer, the fat man still took five yuan more conservatively.

Li Wuye took the money, stuffed it into a cloth bag, and looked at the fat man with a strange look. The fat man was quite puzzled: Is it less?

But soon a half-sized man came into the house with a large square plate on his arm, with four dishes, a pot of wine, two pairs of chopsticks and two wine cups, which was specially designed to write a gift account, so as not to cause any financial problems.

It just so happened that the fat man hadn't eaten in the morning, so he poured a glass of wine for Li Wuye, and then took a bite of food by himself, took a sip of wine, and his little face was red after a while.

One after another, they began to get started, and the fat man pulled all the plates onto the kang and began to work. Seven or eight heads were gathered around the table, and even praised the fat man for his beautiful writing, and they were clamoring to find him to write couplets for the New Year.

But the fat man didn't have the heart to pay attention to this, and he was bitter in his heart. Most of the people in the village were two yuan, Captain Li counted a lot, and it said three yuan, and Wang Sanpao also paid three yuan. But there are still a few families who take two yuan, and the fat man is just about to start writing, and people take another dollar from Li Wuye, and the fat man's eyes are a little straight: You still brought it here to find money?

In comparison, his five yuan seemed a bit out of the crowd, high and high, no wonder Li Wuye's eyes were a little strange just now.

After a while, Old Man Li went to this house for a while, looked at the account book and muttered: "Which one is Huang Liang, five yuan!"

The fat man was sweaty, and hurriedly picked up the brush and added two more words in front of the word Huang Liang: fat.

The old man Da Li suddenly said, "Look at me, I don't even know the name of the owner, and I still work under others every day." ”

The fat man was relieved: If the employee has something at home, I, the boss, should be more careful. Besides, if I get married in the future, I can also take it back.

The number of people who accompanied the salute continued to increase, and the car owner opened the table. Generally speaking, you have to eat three or four seats, round after round, and when all the arrangements for congratulations are over.

The villagers have long formed a tacit understanding, and whoever goes there can basically open the vacancy. As soon as the car owner shouted to open the table, there was basically no one in the house where the gift account was written.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fat man went outside to pee, only to see those half-sized children with handkerchiefs on their shoulders and square plates on their arms, which were full of vegetable plates.

This is also a technical job, the hands must be steady, not swaying, lest the vegetable soup be spilled; the legs must be fast, the stove and the eating are not in the same room, if you are grinding, in winter, it will be cold before you reach the local food. Therefore, this work can only be done by a half-grown child of at least fifteen or sixteen years old.

As for the smaller ones, they can only carry a bottle of wine or a bucket of water, and are responsible for serving wine and cooking. You still have to pay attention to the rice, and you can't ask people "if you want to eat", otherwise you have to be bombarded.

Smelling the fragrance of vegetables all over the yard, the fat man couldn't help but pat his belly: It seems that he can have a full meal again today, and this smell makes me have an appetite.

At this time, there was a sudden wah-la-wah at the gate, and a high-pitched horn sounded, and the tone seemed to be joyful and cheerful.

Then I saw a trumpet maker walking slowly into the courtyard, blowing a golden suona as he walked. There is a thick cotton cloth wrapped in the middle of the suona, and there is a hole on each side, which is just enough to stuff your hands into it, so as not to freeze your hands.

The sound of the horn is high-pitched and agitated, the sound vibrates in all directions, and the expression on the face of the horn maker is also full of changes, and the eyebrows and eyes are constantly moving, vivid.

The car boss led a large group of people out, first stuffed two dollars into the trumpeter's pocket, and then let him go to the courtyard. The horn maker's waist was bulging, and his confidence was even stronger, and the foaming stars were spewed out from the front of the suona.

The fat man finally understood, this is to say goodbye and set off the atmosphere, but the owner has to give some reward, and he has to bring some wine and meat before leaving, otherwise, he will be out of tune and blow a little frustrated.

"Let's have a hundred birds and a phoenix!" I don't know who shouted.

As soon as the horn sounded, it immediately skewed to the tune of a hundred birds and a phoenix. The fat man couldn't hear it, but when he closed his eyes and touched his mouth, it really smelled of a hundred birds chirping.

The trumpet maker blew several tunes in a row, and then put the suona down, moved his cheeks twice, and poured: "Sacrifice ugliness!"

Everyone praised it a few times, and then the trumpeter entered the house and sat down. Good wine and good food are served, and then blow after eating.

The fat man listened very well, and thought: In fact, he has changed his direction to beg for money and food, but people eat by skill, they are not annoying at all, and they are still popular. Compared with the original era, the lord who was dressed in rags and stretched out his black hand to ask for money had a little more dignity.

I was thinking about it, and I heard a sound of bamboo planks at the door: "Hit the bamboo board, laugh haha, the daughter of the old Li family wants to get married......;

It turned out to be a number of treasures, and their gang generally called themselves old fools, and they were all the way with the trumpet craftsman, begging for money by their craft.

Another large group of people ran out, shouting around the counting treasures, and the mouths of the counting treasures were the most talkative, laughing and scolding, and the most fun. The car boss didn't pay for it first this time: "Stupid, count well, make the owner happy, give what you want." ”

"The bamboo board is beaten, looking ahead, the brand head is busy standing opposite, Zhang Luodong, Zhang Luoxi, Zhang Luo has a meal and a banquet...... The brand is busy, really capable, and he has to stand aside when he is done. ”

"This kid is so poor!" the car boss also knew that he was joking with him, and grinned and stuffed two yuan.

Counting the treasures is even more energetic, watching what to sing, eyes to mouth, making the yard laugh, and people are gathering more and more.

"Fatty, write a gift account. ”

The fat man listened energetically, and when he heard this, he had no choice but to step towards his work. But I also followed the bamboo board in my heart: "Hit the bamboo board, take a big step, when will I marry a daughter-in-law......

(The power went out, and it was a little late at the Internet café.) )