Siheyuan: Wrongly accuse me? No one will have an easy time!

"Old Yan, you must not mess this up."

Beside him, Auntie San looked at Yan Bugui and couldn't help but speak.

after all.

The conditions proposed by Yan Bugui before were already very harsh.

Logically speaking, when writing couplets for others, one usually makes the paper himself.

Moreover, other people usually charge one cent for a pair of couplets.

But what about Yan Bugui?

Before, he only charged 20 cents.

That would have been fine, but he also asked others to provide the paper.

Recently, Yan Bugui actually raised the price to fifty cents.

Aunt San always feels uneasy.

What if this matter gets out of hand and no one asks Yan Bugui to write couplets in the future?

however.

Yan Bugui waved his hand, looking calm and composed.

"You can rest assured about this kind of thing, right?"

"Who am I, Yan Bugui? If not me, who else can they ask to write for them?"

Following Yan Bugui's words.

The third aunt beside her was half-believing and half-doubting.

But after thinking about it for a moment, she suddenly spoke to Yan Bugui.

"Lao Yan."

"If you write for 50 cents each time, how much will we earn every month in the future?"

How much per month?

You know, before this, Yan Bugui could earn a few dollars every month by writing couplets for others.

Nowadays, a couplet costs fifty cents.

Then, wouldn't it be just a few dozen dollars deposited into the account?

As he thought about this, the corners of Yan Bugui's mouth, which were harder to suppress than AK, couldn't help but rise.

"In the future, it will be at least ten yuan."

A dozen dollars?

Upon hearing this, Auntie San was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.

I ask, is there anything more unexpected than this news?

While the two of them were still dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Period, dancing with joy.

not far away.

The appearance of an uninvited guest disrupted the rhythm of the two.

"Hey, Yan Bugui, you're already jumping up?"

"What's the good news? Tell me about it."

He Yuzhu smiled and looked at Yan Bugui and couldn't help speaking.

He Yuzhu's sudden appearance caught Yan Bugui off guard.

"I used to think Yan Bugui was quite pleasing to the eye."

"But I didn't expect that he would be such a person?"

at this time.

When Yan Bugui thought about this, he didn't want to pay any attention to He Yuzhu at all.

But when he thought about it, he realized that He Yuzhu hadn't even given him the balance yet.

If you ignore the other party now, what if the other party doesn’t pay you later?

"Just some small things, not worth mentioning."

Seeing this, Yan Bugui spoke in a flat tone.

As he spoke, he did not forget to wink at Auntie Three.

The third aunt understood what he meant and slowly calmed down.

As the two of them did so.

This made He Yuzhu find it more and more interesting the more he watched.

They really think they don't know what these two people are up to.

but.

You can figure this out even if you use your butt to think.

"It must be that old fellow Yan Bugui is planning to raise the price of writing couplets."

"Be happy, it doesn't matter if you are happy or not."

"You can't look sad, because people who look sad will have worse luck."

but.

He Yuzhu couldn't say this.

He would love to see these beasts get worse and worse.

Furthermore.

These beasts have nothing to do, so they think of looking for trouble with him.

And now, this seems to be a good thing to He Yuzhu.

Thinking about these in my mind.

At this moment, He Yuzhu was smiling.

"Yan Bugui, being happy is a good thing."

"As someone from a big compound, I hope you are happy."

"You said that if you were gloomy every day, people who didn't know you would think you owed me a lot of money. That wouldn't be good, right?"

He Yuzhu's words sounded like that to Yan Bugui.

But Yan Bugui suddenly came to his senses.

"No, what do you mean I owe you money?"

"It's obvious that you owe me money, so you must remember to pay it back."

He Yuzhu rolled his eyes.

Does this old guy Yan Bugui still remember this?

But is it so easy to get this money?

He Yuzhu doesn't say anything now.

Anyway, there will be something good to watch then.

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu smiled faintly.

"Yes, Yan Bugui, you are right."

"It's tomorrow, why are you in such a hurry?"

He Yuzhu's words made Yan Bugui very unhappy.

What do you call this?

However, Yan Bugui was about to join in the conversation.

But he suddenly realized that if he continued to speak, he might fall into He Yuzhu's trap.

If that's the case, then there's no need for him to say these things now.

Seeing this, Auntie San also hurriedly reminded.

"Old Yan, don't bother with him if there's nothing to do."

"This guy is a troublemaker. He can't stand seeing others doing well all day long."

After hearing this, Yan Bugui also felt refreshed.

"You're right, he is a shit stirrer, a shit... stirrer?"

At first, Yan Bugui didn't think much of it.

But what if He Yuzhu became a troublemaker.

So, what have I become?

Aren't all of them shit?

"Pfft, what's the mess?"

Yan Bugui felt unlucky and kept waving his hands while talking.

By the side.

Auntie San changed the subject.

"Old Yan, when Xiao Sanzi asks you to write a couplet, what should you write for him?"

"After all, this is only fifty cents. You can't mess around with it, right?"

If it's something worth a dime or two, then it's okay to just fool around with it.

But now.

This is a fifty-cent couplet. It would be a bit unreasonable if I didn't put some real effort into it, right?

however.

Yan Bugui didn't care.

"Tsk, why would I write such a nice article for 50 cents?"

"Anyway, it's still the same as before. If I waste my brainpower, then I'm at a disadvantage, right?"

Yan Bugui was not worried.

I am a rare elementary school teacher in Nanluoguxiang.

Compared with these big workers, I still have a lot of advantages.

"Yes, yes, you are really smart, Old Yan."

The two of them sang in unison here.

Not far away, Xu Damao's untimely voice rang out.

"Uncle San, you are still beautiful?"

"Little Sanzi's couplet has already been written by someone else."

what?

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui was somewhat displeased.

What do you call this?

I am a famous elementary school teacher around here.

When it comes to writing couplets for ordinary weddings or funerals, who wouldn’t come to me for help?

But now?

What Xu Damao said sounded as if his business was about to be snatched away by someone.

How could Yan Bugui possibly tolerate such a thing?

"Xu Damao."

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything you want."

"Is there anyone around here who can write calligraphy better than me?"

Yan Bugui is very confident.

He just charges a little more money, it shouldn't matter, right?

Beside him, Xu Damao chuckled when he saw this.

"Uncle San, there are people trying to steal your business."

"Besides, his calligraphy is better than yours."

what?

This is absolutely impossible.

Yan Bugui waved his hands repeatedly.

"That's absolutely impossible. Who is that person?"