Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

The weekend came in a blink of an eye, and Sha Zhu found a few people from the cafeteria to come and help with his wedding banquet.

He wanted to cook by himself, but Lin Donglai and Lingzi's family thought that it was not appropriate for a groom to cook by himself at a wedding.

Sha Zhu obediently did not insist on his own idea, so he called Ma Hua, Fatty and Liu Lan.

But I still went to queue up before dawn and bought a lot of vegetables. After a few people arrived, I explained the situation several times, but I still felt uneasy.

Not many people came from Zhangjia Village, only Lin Donglai's uncle and his wife and Lingzi's parents. In fact, Lingzi's parents also invited other people from the village.

Unfortunately, everyone is short of money these days, so they are naturally reluctant to spend money on the bus. This kind of thing cannot be forced, and Lingzi's parents have nothing to say.

Even though there were people helping in the cooking, after Sha Zhu asked the guests to sit down, he would occasionally run over to check how the vegetables were cut, whether the oil temperature was right, etc.

When he sees something that he doesn't like, there will inevitably be some criticism, but Ma Hua doesn't care. He is the kind of person who just accepts everything.

The fat guy was different. He thought that the weekend was a time for him to sleep in, but he was called by Sha Zhu to work.

Forced to learn the craft from him, the fat man dared not not come despite his complaints.

After Shazhu smiled and said a few words to the visitor, he came over to complain that the potato shreds he had cut were too thick, and then turned around to greet the guests.

The fat man couldn't help but complain: "How can these potato shreds be thick? You are just nitpicking and making things up."

"If you have the ability, don't ask me to come. It's like no one wants to come and work."

Ma Hua was also cutting potato shreds at this time. Compared with the fat man, the shreds he cut were of uniform thickness, basically catching up with Sha Zhu's level.

Listening to the fat man's mumbling, he smiled and said, "Fatty, just say less. Today is our master's big day."

"Be patient and don't ruin his good deeds, otherwise you will see how he will deal with you in the future, and you will definitely not have a good ending."

The fat man was quite obedient and after muttering a few more words, he still started to work seriously, albeit reluctantly.

After Lin Donglai's uncle and others arrived, Sha Zhu moved a set of tables and chairs into the yard and placed red paper and pens on them as a place to present gifts.

Yan Bugui's eyes lit up when he saw this. Whenever there was a wedding in the courtyard, he would be asked to collect the gifts and keep accounts.

Firstly, it's because of his good handwriting, and secondly, he's good at calculating. The nickname "the abacus expert" that people secretly give him is not groundless.

Seeing Shazhu looking around as if looking for someone, he was so happy, thinking he must be looking for him.

He straightened his back involuntarily and grinned at Sha Zhu, thinking that Sha Zhu would definitely come over to him the first time he saw him.

I thought Sha Zhu would come up to me and ask him to help collect gifts and keep accounts, but I didn't expect Sha Zhu to just glance at him.

He walked straight towards Lin Donglai's uncle and said to him, "Old man, I heard from Donglai's aunt that your handwriting is good."

"How about you help me collect the gifts and keep accounts today? Please don't refuse."

Lin Donglai's uncle attended a private school for a few years and had excellent handwriting. Every Chinese New Year, every household in the village would bring red paper and line up at his house to ask him to help write Spring Festival couplets.

Sha Zhu also returned to Zhangjia Village last time and overheard Lin Donglai mention it when he was chatting with his aunt, and he kept it in mind.

He was unwilling to let Yan Bugui help him collect gifts and keep accounts because he was too unreliable in introducing a date to someone last time, and Sha Zhu felt alienated.

Besides, if there is someone in the family who is capable of doing the job, it is natural to use one's own family. After all, good things should be kept in the family.

Uncle Lin Donglai was slightly polite and took the task, then sat on the chair and started fiddling with the red paper.

When Yan Bugui saw this, the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and his passionate heart immediately turned cold.

Knowing that this could not be forced, Yan Bugui sighed and walked back to the front yard dejectedly.

The third aunt was sitting at the door picking vegetables. When she saw Yan Bugui coming, she hurried to greet him and said, "My dear, how is it? Did Sha Zhu ask you to help receive the gifts?"

This was like adding fuel to the fire. Yan Bugui rolled his eyes at her and said nothing. He walked back to the room and sat at the table before speaking:

"Shazhu is a fool. I have good handwriting and I can calculate the accounts clearly, but he doesn't want to ask for help. Who do you think he will ask to go?"

The third aunt looked puzzled: "Who else can he ask to go? Could it be that boy Donglai?"

"I'm afraid you won't believe me, but Sha Zhuzi actually found Donglai's uncle, a country boy who does farm work all day long."

"I just don't believe it. Can his handwriting be as good as mine? Can his accounts be clearer than mine? Let's just wait and see. That silly boy will regret it."

After listening to Yan Bugui's complaints, the third aunt nodded repeatedly. Not to mention the entire courtyard, even in the nearby alleys, no one could write better than her husband.

With the approval of the three aunts, Yan Bugui seemed to have regained his lost dignity, and his bent back straightened up again.

Since there was nothing to do anyway, I simply went to the yard to take care of the flowers and plants, looking towards the central courtyard from time to time.

Just wait for any movement and then rush to the central courtyard to watch the fun and laugh.

Unfortunately, Yan Bugui's wishful thinking ultimately failed. As it was almost time for dinner, people in the courtyard rushed to the central courtyard in an endless stream.

Every neighbor and friend who went to the Fengli ceremony praised Uncle Lin Donglai's calligraphy, saying that one cannot judge a person by his appearance.

Fearing that his uncle was too busy, Lin Donglai simply stepped forward to help and moved a chair to sit aside.

He was responsible for collecting the gifts, while the old man was responsible for keeping the accounts. The old and the young chatted and laughed, and worked in perfect harmony.

As people gradually took their seats and the dishes were about to be served, Yan Bugui finally arrived.

He walked up to Lin Donglai's uncle with fifty cents in his hand and handed it to him with an unhappy look on his face: "Brother, my name is Yan Bugui, and I'll give you fifty cents as a gift."

After saying that, he asked, "You can write my name, right? Never mind, I'll write it for you." After saying that, he carefully wrote his name on a piece of paper beside him.

Lin Donglai looked at Yan Bugui's hostile expression and immediately understood his intention. He took the money and said with a smile:

"Uncle, you came so late, aren't you afraid that there won't be a seat? Are you going to stand and eat?"

At this time, Yan Bugui's attention was all on the red paper from Lin Donglai's uncle. He watched the old man write his name and the amount without hesitation.

Yan Bugui had to admit that the handwriting was indeed good, on par with his own as a teacher.

After just one glance, I felt that my previous thoughts were too superficial and naive.

As the saying goes, don't take on a job if you don't have the skills. If Lin Donglai's uncle was not sure, he, a country man, would not dare to agree to this task with Sha Zhu.

Lin Dong came to see him staring at his uncle keeping accounts, and reminded him: "Third Uncle, you haven't answered the question I asked you just now."

Yan Bugui came back to his senses and asked, "Donglai, what did you ask me just now?"

"I said, you're late and there's probably no place to sit, so you can only stand and eat."

"What? That won't do. I won't talk to you anymore. Go grab a seat first."

Seeing an empty seat, Yan Bugui hurried over...