Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

After hearing what the third aunt said, Yan Bugui frowned and said impatiently, "Why are you meddling in this?"

"We are a couple. What's the difference between putting the money in my pocket and putting it in your pocket?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't said this, but as soon as he said this, Auntie flew into a rage and asked, "What do you mean I'm meddling in this?"

"These days, I've been busy just like Yu Li, so why does she have two dollars while I have nothing?"

"Repaying the money and letting me do it is the same as letting you do it. Ask yourself, can it be the same? I..."

The third aunt wanted to say something more, but Yan Bugui waved his hand impatiently and said, "That's enough, stop making trouble. I'll give you one dollar later."

After hearing this, although the third aunt was still a little dissatisfied, she didn't know what to say.

Yu Li didn't feel very happy when she got the two dollars, because she felt that what she had contributed was far more than that.

The three younger brothers and sisters took fifty cents. Except for the youngest sister who was relatively happy, the others felt that it was a little too little, but they did not dare to ask Yan Bugui for more.

With Yan Bugui's arrangement, the atmosphere in the Yan family became unusually depressing, and no one felt excited about the New Year.

Yan Bugui, on the contrary, was extremely happy about the upcoming Spring Festival. On the one hand, he had the extra income, and on the other hand, it was time for the annual Spring Festival couplets.

Yan Bugui was one of the few intellectuals in this courtyard. Often on the day before the Spring Festival, people from inside and outside the courtyard would come to him for help in writing Spring Festival couplets.

In fact, someone wanted him to help write Spring Festival couplets today, but he refused because no one was there to help.

This is no wonder. In previous years, when he wrote Spring Festival couplets, he would ask the third aunt to grind ink and cut red paper, and he only needed to write.

After finishing writing, he just collected the money. Putting the works out to dry was done by the third aunt or the eldest son Yan Jiecheng, so Yan Bugui didn't have to worry about it at all.

But today the whole family was busy preparing New Year's goods, and no one had time to help him with chores.

Yan Bugui had to politely turn down the neighbor who came to ask for help in writing Spring Festival couplets and asked him to come back tomorrow.

But he forgot that his wife and children also had things to do on New Year's Eve, after all, they had not yet purchased New Year's goods for their family.

When the rooster crowed for the first time, Yan Bugui got up and rushed to buy things as soon as possible, thinking that his children and his wife seemed to have some dissatisfaction with him the day before.

So he gritted his teeth, took out his money and bought a pound of meat. After buying all the ingredients needed for New Year's goods, he hurried home, fearing that he would miss the person who came to write Spring Festival couplets for him.

When he returned home with his things, the house was still dark. Perhaps because everyone was too tired these days, the whole family had not gotten up yet.

Yan Bugui immediately got angry: "It's already so late and you haven't gotten up yet. The sun is about to burn your butt. Why are you still sleeping? Get up and work!"

The third aunt was the first to hear Yan Bugui's words, but thinking about the unfair treatment she received when dividing the money yesterday, she just lay on the bed without saying a word.

No one else said anything, and there was still no movement in the room. Yan Bugui was furious and said loudly:

"Did anyone hear what I said? Get up quickly!" He said while knocking on the table, his face full of impatience.

Yan Jiecheng was timid. When he heard the noise, he immediately sat up from the table and said while putting on his cotton jacket, "Hey, Dad, we heard it."

Yan Bugui's expression eased a little when he saw his eldest son getting up, but he still said angrily:

"Hurry up and prepare the red paper, pen and ink for writing Spring Festival couplets." Yan Jiecheng did not dare to disobey, so he quickly agreed and began to look for things in a hurry.

However, the others remained silent, and Yan Bugui raised his voice again:

"Everyone, get up and work. Don't be lazy. This house doesn't belong to me alone. Can't you do something?"

"Yang Ruihua, as a mother and a mother-in-law, you should quickly stand up and set a good example!"

But the third aunt did not get up immediately. Instead, she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and said, "I am not feeling well. My whole body hurts. I will lie down for a while."

Hearing this, Yan Jiecheng quickly stepped forward and touched Yu Li's forehead. He felt relieved when he felt that her body temperature was normal.

"Yu Li, our mom is not feeling well. You should get up quickly and help with the cooking. After dinner, we still have to help dad with the New Year's goods."

Yu Li glared at Yan Jiecheng reproachfully, with a reluctant look on her face. She sat on the bed and thought for a while, then finally got dressed and got out of bed.

After getting up and washing up, he looked gloomy, and while sorting out his clothes, he muttered: "This life is so frustrating, busy all the time but still not getting any results."

At this time, Yan Bugui had already moved the table to the yard and was looking for stones to support the table legs.

Yan Jiecheng sighed helplessly and whispered, "Okay, stop talking and don't make Dad angry again."

Yu Li rolled her eyes at him and walked to the kitchen. Looking at the ingredients that had not been prepared yet, she felt even more annoyed.

She washed the vegetables vigorously, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction, while Yan Jiecheng watched her carefully from the side, fearing that she would get angry again.

When Yan Bugui returned home to move a stool, he saw the third aunt still lying on the bed. He became angry and thought that she was not setting a good example for the children.

So I walked to the bedside and said loudly: "Are you going to get up or not? Don't think you can get away with it by pretending to be sick."

When the third aunt heard Yan Bugui's roar, she felt aggrieved. She turned over, with her back to Yan Bugui, and said with a little resentment in her tone:

"I really don't feel well. Let me lie down for a while. My old bones are tired after being busy for so many days."

Yan Bugui was indeed somewhat surprised that the third aunt suddenly gave up the job, and for a moment, he had no better solution.

He had no choice but to call Yan Jiecheng: "Big brother, since your mother is not feeling well, you can come and help dad with grinding ink and cutting paper."

Yan Jiecheng couldn't refuse, so he nodded and agreed to it.

After breakfast, Yu Li asked her younger brothers and sisters to clean up and wash the dishes, and then she was busy preparing New Year's goods for the family.

Now that you have the materials, you have to make the New Year's goods no matter how reluctant you are, otherwise you will have to go back to your parents' home empty-handed on the second day of the New Year.

She kneaded the dough skillfully, but there was no trace of joy on her face. The initial joy she had felt for the smell filling the kitchen was gone.

Although Yu Li's movements were quick, they seemed somewhat mechanical. While making New Year's goods, she was thinking about what to do in the future.

She felt that she couldn't continue to be suppressed by Yan Bugui like this, and she had to find a way to gain more benefits for herself and Yan Jiecheng.

In the yard, Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng were also busy writing Spring Festival couplets, and the atmosphere between the father and son was also a little tense.

The ink that Yan Bugui ground was either too thick or too thin, and the red paper he cut was not symmetrical in size. Yan Bugui kept complaining...