"Xiaohua! What are you holding in your hand? ”

As soon as the third master Yan Bugui looked down and saw what Zhang Zhonghua was carrying, he was still a little compassionate just now, and he immediately turned back into that Yan Laojiao.

"Oh, isn't it the New Year soon, the New Year's goods sent by the factory."

Zhang Zhonghua said, picked up the things and shook them in front of Yan Bugui, Yan Bugui's two little eyes stared at the things in Zhang Zhonghua's hand tightly, and his eyes turned back and forth with the shaking of the New Year's goods in Zhang Zhonghua's hand.

"New Year's goods sent by the factory? That looks like a lot, huh? ”

"Hey, everyone has it, after all, it's been a hard year!"

"That, that can't be meat, right?"

Yan Bugui, the third master, found that Zhang Zhonghua was carrying a hemp rope in his hand, and when he looked down along the hemp rope, he saw a piece wrapped in newspaper tied to the low end of the hemp rope.

Now there are no plastic bags to store things, and you have to bring your own pockets to buy things, or you can go home with a hemp rope!

"yes, half a pound of pork!"

"This is from your unit?"

"Sent by the unit!"

"Everybody?"

"Everybody has it!"

Zhang Zhonghua asked and answered Yan Bugui, just like a quick question and a quick answer, the more Yan Bugui asked, the more ugly his face became.

"What's the matter, the three masters, there is no pork in the New Year's goods issued by your school?" Zhang Zhonghua looked at the three great masters with this playful taste, Yan Bugui said.

"Uh, it's gone, it's haired, it's pork."

Hell, we're a school, where can we have the money to send so many year's goods to every teacher.

The third master, Yan Bugui, secretly cursed in his heart.

"Why don't I give you my half a pound of pork? I'm not short of this bit of meat anyway! ”

"That's embarrassing!"

said that he was embarrassed, but he was really embarrassed in his hand, and he reached out to take the pork in Zhang Zhonghua's hand.

Zhang Zhonghua shook his hand and dodged Yan Bugui's outstretched hand.

"I'm sorry, forget it, you should be serious about making a joke with you! You're thinking about fart! ”

Zhang Zhonghua turned around and walked towards the middle courtyard with his things in his hand.

"You ......"

The third master, Yan Bugui, was angry, and pointed at Zhang Zhonghua and trembled.

"Bye-bye, you. Wherever it is cool, where to borrow it. ”

Zhang Zhonghua walked towards the middle courtyard, and waved his hand with his back to the third master, Zhang Yanbugui.

"Zhang Zhonghua, you little bastard."

The more Yan Bugui thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became.

"What the am ...... Ha, I'm really ...... Hahaha. ”

Yan Bugui was so angry that he laughed angrily, and then the helpless third master Yan Bugui shook his head and went back to the house.

There are so many workers in the rolling mill in this courtyard, one person and a half catty of pork, he is staying here at the door, just looking at so much meat, but he can see that he can't touch his eyes to death, so he simply can't see it.

With the return of the workers who worked in the rolling mill in the courtyard, the whole courtyard soon became lively.

……

……

In a blink of an eye, it was the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and these days were rare good weather, and Zhang Zhonghua also took advantage of the relatively good weather to ride its 28th day to run around the 49th City.

Some uncles and elders still have to move around, and they don't know how much they can get through, and how much they see each other less.

So he went around the city non-stop every day, and many of the absent ones also sent telegrams to express their greetings.

Zhang Zhonghua felt that he was more tired than going to work in the past few days, and finally finished the last one yesterday, and slept until dawn after sleeping.

He got dressed and walked out of the house, and saw a square table in the open space of the middle courtyard, where the third grandfather, Yan Bugui, was holding a brush and writing hard.

"Yo, isn't this the third master? What are you busy with? Zhang Zhonghua also came up.

"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 master Yan Bugui still holds a grudge against Xiao Nian.

What a cautious eye.

"Third master, your handwriting is good, you can write me a copy too."

Zhang Zhonghua then remembered that he didn't seem to buy the couplet, and he never posted it in his previous life, so he didn't think about it for a while.

Yan Bugui heard him praise himself, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose and said proudly:

"There is a saying that words are like people, and words are like faces? According to the saying of the past, if you don't see people and only see words, you will know that people are eight points. ”

The corners of Zhang Zhonghua's mouth twitched, let's not talk about whether the judgment method of the ancients was right or not.

Just this Yan Bugui, if you understand it with this word, it will be a sea away from you, and it is estimated that you will not even be able to see your old appearance.

Is that what it means to see words like faces?

"Cheng, Cheng, Cheng, what you always said is right, then you can write me a copy."

"Xiaohua, you are also a cultural person, do you need me to write it to you?"

The third master, Yan Bugui, glanced at Zhang Zhonghua

"A gentleman doesn't take the favor of others, I'm not a gentleman, but I can't rob your job, right?"

As he spoke, Zhang Zhonghua took out the money and slapped it on the table.

"Here's your penmanship."

"Well, I'll leave it to me."

Yan Bugui, the third master who saw that Zhang Zhonghua's eyes were not eyes and his nose was not his nose just now, immediately smiled when he saw the money, and quickly put the money away.

In fact, the money given is not much, and Yan Bugui can earn some money if he removes the value, so every year Yan Bugui is so enthusiastic about helping his neighbors write Spring Festival couplets.

The neighbors also asked him to write, because it was cheaper to write to him than to buy it outside, and of course it was a little cheaper.

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll go out for a walk."

"Okay, you."

Zhang Zhonghua shook his head, this Yan Lao was really open-minded when he saw the money, so he didn't pay attention to him and walked out of the courtyard. As a result, as soon as he came out of the alley, he met He Yuzhu coming back from outside with a deaf old lady on his back.

"Yo, Brother Zhuzi carried the old lady out for a walk?"

"Xiaohua, the street is very lively, and the old lady wants to go out for a walk, but there are too many people."

Zhang Zhonghua leaned into the ear of the deaf old lady and said loudly, "Grandma, come out for a walk?"

"You kid, I can hear what you shout."

The deaf old lady raised her head dissatisfiedly and said.

"Who knows? Who knows when you'll hear and when you won't. ”

"You kid begging to be beaten, and the pillar lifts grandma to beat this bad boy."

The deaf old lady patted He Yuzhu's shoulder and motioned to He Yuzhu.

"Okay."

He Yuzhu, who got the holy decree, raised his leg and was about to kick Zhang Zhonghua, but Zhang Zhonghua dodged with a quick flash.

"You stupid pillar really kicks."

The deaf old lady directly twisted He Yuzhu's ear.

"Grandma, you made me kick?"

He Yuzhu said aggrievedly.

"Okay, Brother Zhuzi, don't be disgusting, is Grandma Street lively?"

"It's lively, but it's lively, it's just that there are too many people, and I'm really afraid that I won't be able to get out if I go in."

"Hahaha, where can you, your body is good! Brother Zhuzi will take grandma back to rest, and I'll go around. ”

"Okay, let's go play."

After speaking, He Yuzhu carried the deaf old lady to the courtyard.

Zhang Zhonghua also turned around and walked out of the alley.