The days of being a buyer in Siheyuan

Liu Minghui didn't know what was happening in the Yu family. Now Liu Minghui was riding his bike through the alley, planning to go back to the courtyard first.

I wonder if anything strange has happened while I'm away from home for a few days.

The weather has been pretty good these days. Although it's a bit cold, there's no snow.

There were many children playing outside in the courtyard. Liu Minghui pushed his bicycle into the courtyard. There were many people in the courtyard.

There are only two days left until the Chinese New Year, and many people are preparing things for the New Year and cleaning their homes.

"Liu Minghui, you're back?"

Yan Bugui saw Liu Minghui come in and walked over and said.

"Director Wang will come over to hold a meeting with us this afternoon. You must remember not to go out of the hospital."

Liu Minghui was a little confused. What happened in the hospital again?

Yan Bugui seemed to see Liu Minghui's confusion and couldn't help but explain: "This is the result of our civilized courtyard evaluation this year."

"If our school is rated high, there will be a lot of rewards."

Yan Bugui explained the matter in detail to Liu Minghui.

There are too many courtyard houses under the management of Nanluoguxiang Sub-district Office. Due to the complex personnel structure, in order to encourage everyone to live in harmony, the sub-district office selects several courtyard houses every year and awards them red flags for civilized courtyards and a lot of material rewards.

"So that's how it is. Then I'll wait at home until the meeting is over before going out."

Liu Minghui and Yan Bugui chatted for a while and then planned to go home.

"Hey, Liu Minghui, wait a minute."

Yan Bugui suddenly called Liu Minghui.

"Uncle, is there anything else?"

Liu Minghui didn't know why Yan Bugui called him. He didn't think he was planning to spend the New Year together with him, did he?

"I just want to tell you that I used to write couplets for everyone every Chinese New Year, so you don't have to buy them."

As soon as Liu Minghui heard it, he remembered that this was indeed the case in the original book. Yan Bugui, as the only person in the courtyard who wrote good calligraphy, would set up a table every year to help everyone write couplets. All they had to do was give him a small fee.

"Uncle, since you said so, I won't buy it."

"I really want to thank you for your selfless dedication to the Siheyuan."

Yan Bugui blushed a little when he heard this. If he hadn't known that Liu Minghui had just moved in this year, he would have thought that he was mocking him.

"Haha, this is convenient for everyone. Uncle San will definitely write for you for free, but you just need to give a little money for the paper and ink."

Yan Bugui hesitantly said, "You have to say this. It won't work if you don't give anything."

You have to know that the two of them were talking quite loudly, and there were quite a few people around them.

There were quite a few people standing by who were ready to see if Yan Bugui wanted anything.

Liu Minghui felt a little funny when looking at Yan Bugui. The nickname of Yan Laoshen was really true.

"No problem, Uncle San. I'll give you something for your help."

"Just leave me one when you finish writing."

After saying this, Liu Minghui went home.

"Then I'll ask Jie Cheng to send it to you after I finish writing it."

Yan Bugui said to Liu Minghui who was walking home.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, several people from the Street Office, led by Director Wang, came to the courtyard.

"Everyone came out for the meeting."

After Director Wang came over, he went to talk to a few old men for a while, and then someone came to call him to a meeting.

Liu Minghui followed him to the central courtyard. When he arrived there, he saw that Director Wang was sitting at the octagonal table where several old men usually sat, with several old men standing next to him.

Director Wang saw that most people had arrived, so he stood up and said to everyone, "Looks like everyone is almost here, so let's start today."

"The main reason I came here today is to discuss the street's evaluation of this civilized compound. First of all, I want to commend Yi Zhonghai and his men."

"Under the leadership of the three of them, Courtyard No. 95 was awarded the title of civilized courtyard. For this, we also gave you a mobile red flag, which will be hung in Yi Zhonghai's home this year."

After Director Wang finished speaking, the clerk on the side took out a red flag and handed it to Yi Zhonghai.

"Everyone croaked."

Liu Haizhong said this and led the applause.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet."

Director Wang stretched out his hand to press it, then pointed at the things on the table and said, "For the Civilized Courtyard, our Street Office will also reward you with these supplies. We will have a few uncles distribute them to you later."

As soon as Director Wang said this, everyone started to applaud excitedly. After all, this was something they got for free, and everyone was happy.

After Director Wang finished speaking, he looked at the uncles and said, "Do you have anything to say?"

"Then I'll say a few words."

Yi Zhonghai stood up.

"Everyone should know that this honor of a civilized compound is an affirmation of us by the subdistrict office, so we must work hard to maintain it in the future. Let us continue to work hard and strive to obtain this title next year."

Director Wang looked at Yi Zhonghai's clear and logical words and nodded in affirmation. In his opinion, Yi Zhonghai was indeed a good person and had never caused any trouble for the street office since he became the manager.

After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, Director Wang stood up and said to everyone, "That's all for today. Just take your time. We still have to go to the next courtyard."

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave, and several uncles hurriedly saw him off.

After a while, a few people came back.

"Since everyone is here, let Uncle San come and distribute the things to everyone. Everyone knows that Uncle San is famous for his fairness."

Yi Zhonghai said to Yan Bugui: "Old Yan, I'll trouble you with the rest."

"It's no trouble, it's just a small matter."

Yan Bugui said to everyone, "Each household should receive one pound of peanuts and two ounces of soybean oil."

"Everyone go back and get your stuff to pack it up."

After hearing this, everyone went back to get their things to pack.

The same is true for Liu Minghui. There aren't many households in the courtyard house yet, and there aren't that many people living there originally. It's possible that many people will move in in the next two years.

"Everyone has received it, right? I will write couplets for everyone at my door later. If you need them, just come over."

After everyone had sent their messages, Yan Bugui said with a smile on his face.

Now when he writes couplets for everyone, almost every family will give him a handful of peanuts, so that the family doesn't have to buy peanuts this year, and these are enough for the whole family to eat during the New Year.

Everyone knew Yan Bugui's character, so they all agreed and went back.

After Yan Bugui returned to the front yard, he asked his son to carry out a table. When Liu Minghui saw this, he went over to watch. He wanted to see if Yan Bugui's handwriting was really that good.

"Minghui, since you came first, I'll help you write it first."

Liu Minghui nodded and handed over a handful of peanuts.

Yan Bugui took it with a smile on his face, put it away, and then picked up the pen to write.