Siheyuan: At the beginning, you can absorb good luck to stay alive.

Mei Wenhua wanted to go into the kitchen to help, but Mei's mother stopped her.

"Hua'er, you don't need to help. You will cook tonight and leave the washing to me and Lan'er!"

"Brother, just sit down and rest. Mom and I will take care of it! Today's mutton is so delicious. I feel like I haven't had enough yet. Can you stew another pot of mutton for us tomorrow?"

"This is no problem at all. I will stew the lamb chops and wait for you tomorrow. I didn't expect Lao Zhou and Lao Lu to come over temporarily today, otherwise it would be enough for our family of three!" Mei Wenhua nodded in agreement.

"Hua'er, you can't say that. Don't call Lao Zhou and Lao Lu. It's better to call them uncle. They are elders!" After hearing Mei Wenhua's words, Mei's mother glared at him angrily.

Mei Wenhua stuck out his tongue. He was very familiar with Zhou Jianjun and Lu Yang, and they were shouting about everything.

Sometimes he is called by his professional title, sometimes he is called uncle, and sometimes he is called Lao Zhou and Lao Lu.

"Giggle, giggle, I think it's fun to call me Lao Zhou, but it's a pity that I don't dare to shout!" My sister couldn't help but laugh.

"Hua'er, look, you've brought your sister down, you can't call people so casually in the future!"

Mei's mother directly placed the responsibility on Mei Wenhua.

"I know, Mom, I won't shout randomly next time!" Mei Wenhua agreed quickly.

I decided not to shout when Mei’s mother is present in the future.

After my sister and Mei's mother finished cleaning the kitchen, the family sat and chatted.

"Brother, something interesting happened in our school today. Do you want to hear it?"

"What fun thing?" Mei Wenhua asked curiously.

"Let me tell you, there were many people in the school today looking for a book. I suspect that the book I picked up yesterday was lost by the second uncle Yan Bugui..."

My sister vividly told stories about what happened in school.

The second uncle, Yan Bugui, went to school today. He first went to the school teachers and asked who had seen his book. After no teacher saw his book, he went to the class and asked all the teachers for help.

Unfortunately, school was over when my sister picked up the book. She went to take out the trash alone, and no one saw it. No one knew that she had picked it up.

"Brother, don't let the second uncle see you when you read in the future. I'm worried that he will ask you to return it to him. I picked up this book by the garbage pool, so I won't return it to him!"

"I will definitely not return it to him. His name is not on the book. He did not throw the book you picked up." Mei Wenhua nodded.

"Yes! The book I picked up is not his! No, I didn't see the book!" My sister's big eyes rolled around, and many ideas popped up in her little head.

"If you don't return it, I won't return it. Don't say you picked up the book again!" Mei's mother said in agreement.

If someone else lost the book, she would think about returning it. If it was the second uncle Yan Bugui, she would definitely not return it.

Return the book you picked up to him. Not only might he not be grateful, but he might also blame you for picking up his book instead of leaving it where it is.

If there is something wrong with the book, you might have to ask for compensation. I will definitely not do such a thankless task.

"The funniest thing is in the afternoon. It is said that Yan Bugui even vomited blood during class. Some people said that someone was willing to pay 10 yuan to buy the book he lost. I don't know if it is true!"

"It's not necessarily true. An old book is not worth so much money!" Mei's mother shook her head. She felt that no one would be willing to pay 10 yuan to buy a book.

10 yuan is one-third of her monthly salary. Who is willing to spend 10 days' salary to buy a book.

"It would be great if it were true. After my brother finishes reading it, we can secretly sell the book and earn 10 yuan!" My sister felt it was a pity.

If it can really be sold for 10 yuan, that doesn't mean she picked up 10 yuan!

After Mei's mother stayed with sister Mei Wenhua for a while, she couldn't wait to come to the sewing machine.

Last night, in order not to disturb her sister's homework, she didn't use the sewing machine. Tonight, after her sister finished her homework, she couldn't help but feel itchy hands.

My sister stood aside curiously and looked at it, finding the sewing machine very interesting.

Mei Wenhua had no interest in watching, so she washed two apples and cut them into pieces for her sister and mother to eat.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, Mei's mother called time on her work and called Mei Wenhua and her sister to rest.

After Mei Wenhua returned to the room, she played with Dabai as usual, then sat down by the spiritual spring and started exercising.

All the cabbage in the space has been harvested, and he can finally cultivate his spiritual power with peace of mind.

At this time, at the second uncle Yan Bugui's house, the second uncle Yan Bugui was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling blankly.

"Cough cough cough... the father of the child, you should eat something! Cough cough cough..."

"Oh! I can't eat it! How can I throw away the book? Ahem..."

Yan Bugui became angrier the more he thought about it, as if he had lost not just a book but his life.

"Don't be angry. You are already sick. If you don't eat, your body won't be able to bear it. Isn't it just a book?"

"What do you know...ahem...that's not a simple book, you know? Someone wants to buy the same book today. Do you know how much they are willing to pay? 10 yuan, that's 10 yuan Ah! Cough cough cough..."

"What? Dad, what are you talking about? A shabby book is actually worth 10 yuan! 10 yuan is enough for our family to live for a month!"

"So you, a tutor, don't understand anything. There is a golden house in the book. If the book is not valuable, how can anyone be willing to pay such a high price to buy the book!"

"I really know, you should have sold it!"

"Alas! There is no chance. I suspect that my book is not only worth 10 yuan. My book is a good book. The quality is better than any of Lao Kong's books. It is out of print. Even if I ask for 15 yuan, there must be some. People are willing to buy! Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The second uncle Yan Bugui started coughing again and covered his mouth with his hand.

After the coughing stopped, the second uncle Yan Bugui opened his hand and saw something red in the palm of his hand.

Coughing up blood again!

"Dad, why are you vomiting blood? Don't scare me, I'll get you medicine right now!"

The second uncle's house was in a state of turmoil.

After the second uncle Yan Bugui took the medicine, it had no effect. "Give me another medicine and I won't believe it. Cough cough cough..."

The second uncle decided to double the dosage of medicine.

After taking too much cold medicine, the second uncle Yan Bugui finally fell asleep.

After sleeping until the next day, the second uncle got up groggily. His cold was much better and he no longer had the cough he had yesterday.

After having some breakfast, I went out to school.

He didn't go far when a tightly wrapped man came to him and said, "Mr. Yan, right? It is said that you have a copy of Sun Tzu's Art of War. I will buy it for you at a high price."

"My book has been lost. It's gone. If you had come to me earlier, maybe it wouldn't have been lost." Yan Bugui shook his head.

"We are willing to pay 20 yuan!"

Hearing this man's words, Yan Bugui's heart was bleeding.

So angry! If you don’t lose it sooner or later, you will lose it when someone wants to buy the book!

Seeing that the second uncle was silent, the man continued, "If it's too little, we can pay 50 yuan. This is the highest price. I believe no one is willing to pay such a high price!"

"Cough cough cough!..." Yan Bugui coughed violently after hearing what this person said, "It's really... cough cough cough... it's really lost, otherwise I will sell it to you! Cough cough cough..."

The second uncle vomited out a mouthful of old blood, squatted on the ground and continued to cough.

He was coughing and vomiting blood!

The man looked at the second uncle as if he was lying and walked away silently.

He was worried that the second uncle had some serious illness!