Siheyuan: I am Jia Dongxu's cousin

The next morning, when Sha Zhu woke up from a hangover, he felt an indescribable pain in his neck and cheeks.

He turned to look at Zhang Weiguo beside him and asked with some confusion and doubt:

"Weiguo, did I do something out of the ordinary when I was drunk last night? Why do I feel something is wrong all over my body?"

Zhang Weiguo looked at Sha Zhu speechlessly. He felt something was wrong with his whole body. As for the "Yan Mei" incident yesterday, the fact that you were able to get up today was all because of the mercy shown by Zhang Weiguo.

"Oh, nothing happened. You were just drunk yesterday and kept vomiting in the urinal, and your head accidentally fell in."

Zhang Weiguo said something nonsense and went home to look after his daughter.

"What?"

Sha Zhu's eyes widened, and he didn't react for a moment. After a few seconds, he scratched his head and muttered to himself stupidly:

"Head down into a urinal? Well... that's no different than falling into the toilet."

Then, he seemed to suddenly understand something, his face changed, and he felt nauseous in an instant.

"vomit……"

"vomit……"

After vomiting, Shazhu rushed to the yard, lay down beside the sink, and started to rinse his mouth frantically while holding the water pipe.

At this time, Liu Guangtian, who came out to wash up, saw Sha Zhu's look and said casually:

"Silly Zhu, what's wrong with you? Why are you holding the faucet and drinking like crazy? Did you eat something unclean last night?"

Well, just when Sha Zhu felt that he was about to wash away the taste in his mouth, when he heard what Liu Guangtian said, Sha Zhu felt his stomach start to churn again.

He Yushui, who had just walked out of the door, saw his silly brother and asked curiously, "Silly brother, what are you doing there holding a faucet?"

Sha Zhu raised his head and answered with a bitter face:

"Rinse your mouth! The taste in your mouth is too strong!"

When Sha Zhu finally felt less uncomfortable in his stomach, he raised his head and was about to ask He Yushui about what happened last night.

He Yushui suddenly asked:

"Silly brother, do you remember what happened last night?"

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"What's the matter? Am I going to vomit while holding the urinal?"

"What are you vomiting about? It's you yesterday..."

He Yushui was a little hesitant when she said this, just when she was thinking "whether she should tell him about what happened with "Yanmei" yesterday."

Sha Zhu suddenly asked, "Yushui, you said I didn't vomit yesterday, right?"

"I didn't vomit, you just..."

Before He Yushui could finish the word "yes", he heard Sha Zhu shout:

"Zhang Weiguo!!!!"

"Ah!"

Zhang Weiguo, who had just returned home, sneezed and muttered to himself.

"Someone is thinking about me, um...it must be my unborn little girl."

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Two weeks later, there were only seven days left until the Spring Festival of 1963.

There was basically nothing to do in the technical department of the steel rolling mill. After punching in every day, Zhang Weiguo went home to accompany his wife.

That day, Zhang Weiguo had just punched in and went home when he saw the third uncle moving a long table and a bench from his home and placing them in an open area in the front yard.

Zhang Weiguo was curious when he saw this, so he walked up and asked, "Uncle, why are you moving these tables, chairs and benches out?"

When the third uncle saw that it was Zhang Weiguo, he smiled and replied:

"Weiguo, isn't the New Year coming soon? I took out these things and planned to write a couplet for each of the neighbors in our courtyard to add some festive atmosphere."

The third uncle then asked, "Weiguo, do you want me to write one for you?"

"Then I'll trouble the third uncle."

For Zhang Weiguo, it doesn't matter where the couplets are made these days. Since the third uncle is willing to write them, let him write them. After all, it's just a matter of peanuts and melon seeds.

The third uncle nodded and said cheerfully: "Weiguo, wait here for a moment. I will go back to get paper and pen. I guarantee that the couplet I write will satisfy you."

At the same time, he thought, "Judging from Zhang Weiguo's generosity, he must have given a lot this time."

"Okay, Uncle San, I'll wait for you here."

After a while, the third uncle came out of the house with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

The third uncle might have been prepared. The paper he took out was a piece of cut bright red rice paper, 2 meters long and 15 centimeters wide.

"Uncle, you have been prepared for this."

"This is convenient for the neighbors." The third uncle said with a smile.

After the two men had flattered each other for a while, the third uncle spread the big red paper on the table, pressed it down with a stone prepared nearby, and asked Zhang Weiguo:

"Weiguo, do you have any Spring Festival couplets you want to write? If not, Third Uncle will write them for you according to your own ideas."

Zhang Weiguo thought for a while and said, "Third Uncle, for the first couplet, you should write "Welcome to the New Year with a splendid landscape", and for the second couplet, you should write "Farewell to the old year with great splendor."

"As for the horizontal scroll..." Zhang Weiguo paused and added: "Let's write 'Spring is in the air'."

After hearing this, the third uncle quietly recited the couplet provided by Zhang Weiguo several times and said, "Great couplet! I'll write it down for you right away."

The uncle picked up the brush and wrote the couplet on the red paper. After a while, a new pair of spring couplets was completed.

Then he moved away and said to Zhang Weiguo: "Weiguo, take a look, are you satisfied?"

Zhang Weiguo walked over, took a look, and exclaimed: "Uncle, your calligraphy is really good."

Although Zhang Weiguo can't write calligraphy, you can still tell whether it's good or bad. The handwriting of the third uncle is smooth and powerful, and it's not an exaggeration to say that it's good.

"Well, as long as you are satisfied." The third uncle said, staring at Zhang Weiguo eagerly.

At this time, Zhang Weiguo wanted to tease the Third Uncle, and said, "Third Uncle, thank you for writing the Spring Festival couplets. I will go back first."

After Zhang Weiguo finished speaking, he took the Spring Festival couplets written by the third uncle and walked home.

The third uncle looked at Zhang Weiguo's back and said, "Are you going back now?"

"Isn't this Zhang Weiguo planning to get it for free? No, I'll remind him later."

In the evening, Zhang Weiguo looked at the third uncle who was still writing spring couplets for Wang Mazi in the backyard and said, "Third uncle, you are still writing spring couplets for your neighbors."

The third uncle looked up and saw that it was Zhang Weiguo, so he said, "Weiguo, are you satisfied with the Spring Festival couplets that the third uncle wrote today?"

"I am satisfied. My wife also said that Uncle San's writing is good."

"As long as you are satisfied, as long as you are satisfied!" said the third uncle embarrassedly.

At this time, Wang Mazi, who had just received the couplet from the Third Uncle, said, "Third Uncle, I have some melon seeds here. Take them as payment for writing the Spring Festival couplets."

"How can this be possible?" Although the third uncle said this, his hands were not slow and he directly took the melon seeds from Wang Mazi's hand.

At this time, the third uncle deliberately said: "Weiguo, look at Wang Mazi's melon seeds, they are so plump."

"Yeah, it's really filling and tastes pretty good."

As Zhang Weiguo spoke, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds that Wang Mazi had just given him from the third uncle.