When I returned to the middle courtyard, the surroundings were dark, even the Jia family's lights were turned off.

Walking into the house, Wangcai looked up and lay down in his nest again.

Xiaowei also flew out of the vegetable garden and landed on Yang Xiaotao's shoulder.

Go home, wash up, and go to bed.

When I woke up the next day, it was already twenty-nine, and people in the courtyard began to prepare for the New Year.

Aunt Chen next door had already started making buns, and Yang Xiaotao also went over to help.

Every household is busy, and it is rare to have a rest at the end of the year when the family reunites and has fun together.

In this way, on New Year's Eve, the courtyard also became festive.

The third uncle set up a table in the front yard as usual, holding a brush in his right hand and writing on the red paper. There was also a basin in front of the table, which was euphemistically called the pen fee.

It's just that this year is different. The situation was not so difficult before. Even if it was difficult during the Chinese New Year, you could still save some money. But now, after the supply of materials has been reduced, wages have been cut, and people in the courtyard still have something to polish their pens.

?

After a whole morning of work, only the first and second uncles showed their friendly support for the melon seeds and peanuts, while the others looked at it from a distance and stayed away.

In the middle courtyard, Wang Dashan held two couplets with a smile on his face.

The couplet was written by Yang Xiaotao. In his opinion, the calligraphy on it was no worse than that written by Yan Fugui.

And the most important thing is, if you don’t need something, give it away for free.

Looking at the couplets in front of Yang Xiaotao's door and Uncle Chen's door, I admire Yang Xiaotao's ability even more.

This is the benefit of reading.

I sighed in my heart, I must urge my mistress to study hard when I get home.

"Xiao Tao, I'm back!"

"Okay, you're busy, I'll write more."

Yang Xiaotao was writing furiously in the room, feeling the joy of the New Year.

Of course, most of this joy comes from the system.

Just when Yang Xiaotao was about to write two couplets and practice pen writing in the morning, the system beeped.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for mastering the primary calligraphy skill on his own. This skill is a non-system reward skill and cannot be improved with credits."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you got 500 points."

Another five hundred points were obtained, and more importantly, after systematic appraisal, this calligraphy was also available.

This calligraphy only gives you 500 points for the elementary level. If you continue to practice, you won’t be able to get more intermediate or advanced levels in the future.

Now Yang Xiaotao is counting, and he has given a lot of credits to the Assault and English last time. It seems that starting from studying is also a way to obtain credits.

I wrote a few more couplets at home. Many people in the courtyard heard that Yang Xiaotao didn't want anything here, so they came in twos and threes and then left with the couplets.

The third uncle looked unfazed in the front yard, but he was convinced that the people in the yard were not allowed to hang up Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year?

Sooner or later I have to get something.

But just when he was leisurely waiting for the harvest, there was a commotion among the crowd around him, and then they gradually dispersed, and Yang Zhongyuan walked away.

After a while, there were only a few children playing in the front yard, but no one came around to ask for Spring Festival couplets.

Just when Yan Fugui was confused, the boss Yan Jiecheng ran over and whispered in his ear. Yan Fugui's face changed drastically when he heard this.

Snapped

The writing brush fell on the table and the ink was scattered all over the table.

The skin on his face trembled angrily.

"Don't talk about literature and morality, don't talk about literature and morality!"

Yan Fugui's face was serious, anger kept rushing into his heart, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Dad, what should I do?"

Yan Jiecheng went to see it, and found that Yang Xiaotao's handwriting was no worse than his own, and he provided pen and paper for free, which showed his superiority.

Yan Fugui suppressed his anger and started to worry about it again.

It was originally an income every year, but why did it happen like this this year?

Regardless of whether anyone comes here, if you continue to charge writing fees, your reputation will be ruined.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Fugui shook his head and said, "Go ahead and tell us, we don't want any money anymore."

Yan Jiecheng heard this but didn't react. It wasn't until Yan Fugui kicked him that he ran away and walked towards the middle courtyard.

"Damn it, there's no way for people to survive."

"Damn it..."

Yang Xiaotao was not aware of the situation in the courtyard. He just wrote for the sake of writing, and he was satisfied with being able to gain 500 points.

It wasn't until he saw many people in the courtyard coming to ask for Spring Festival couplets that Yang Xiaotao realized that he seemed to have robbed the third uncle of his business.

However, he didn't care. Everyone who came took it for themselves. He couldn't use those couplets, so giving them to them was considered waste.

Seeing Mrs. Jia Zhang looking around in the yard, Yang Xiaotao put down his brush and wrote a lot.

Write again, haha.

Those who had not yet received the Spring Festival couplets saw that Yang Xiaotao stopped writing and did not dare to say anything. They could only return to the front yard angrily, where the third uncle was also free.

Until noon, the courtyard was covered with Spring Festival couplets, looking full of joy.

Only the third man's house in the front yard, although decorated with red decorations, does not have the usual joy.

"Dad, look at it, there are only a few peanuts, how are you going to divide them during the New Year?"

Yan Jiecheng looked at the peanuts and melon seeds that were about to bottom out in the basin, filled with resentment.

"It's all Yang Xiaotao. What happened in the past is over, so why can't you have trouble with us? This is getting worse!"

"Yes, old man, if Yang Xiaotao does this, how will he do it in the future?"

The third aunt was also looking sad.

The third uncle was half lying on the chair, and he came over and looked at the roof.

"This kid can't be left alone."

After a long while, Yan Fugui sat upright, a sentence came out of his mouth, and his eyes shone with calculation.
Chapter completed!