"Zhenguo, are you at home?" Yan Bugui held a red paper and a brush. The ink was the first to arrive at Yang Zhenguo's country in the backyard.
"Second Uncle, you're really a rare guest.”Yang Zhenguo opened the door with a smile and said politely to Yan Bugui.
When Yan Bugui entered the backyard, he smelled a fragrance.
When Yang Zhenguo opened the door, the fragrance became even stronger!
This was the fragrance of stewed tofu with fish head!
There was not only tofu in the fish head, but also cabbage and bean sprouts.
"Zhenguo, are you eating?"
Yan Bugui thought that Yang Zhenguo wanted to invite him to eat stewed tofu with fish head, but Yang Zhenguo didn't say anything.
Yan Bugui didn't know how to speak.
"It's a little late for dinner. He only ate it now. Second Uncle, you've already eaten, haven't you? Guangming, be careful not to get caught by the fish bones.”
When Yang Zhenguo said this, Yan Bugui was even more embarrassed to say that he hadn't eaten.
"I've eaten. Zhenguo, this fish isn't small." Yan Bugui stretched his neck and looked at the fish head on Yang Zhenguo's table. He estimated that this fish weighed at least ten catties!
"It's not bad. It's a 15-pound big-headed fish. Juan 'er fried the meat in the fish belly into meatballs, and the rest of the meat had to be marinated because there were too many bones.”Yang Zhenguo replied casually.
A 15-pound big-headed fish!
This was called alright?
It was really too good!
Yan Bugui only said that Yang Zhenguo's family was living like a god.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought of reporting Yang Zhenguo, but Yang Zhenguo was an orphan of a martyr, and he was receiving state subsidies.
Furthermore, after reporting Yi Zhonghai, Yan Bugui had to give the Jia family 1 yuan every month!
One yuan a month was twelve yuan a year!
It had been a few days, and Yan Bugui's heart ached for the entire night. He couldn't sleep for the entire night.
Yang Zhenguo saw Yan Bugui holding a piece of red paper and a pen and ink in his hand. He knew that he was writing couplets for each courtyard house.
Therefore, Yang Zhenguo smiled and said,"Second Uncle, I have already written the couplets for our family." I won't trouble you."
Yang Zhenguo was very polite, and his voice wasn't loud, which made Yan Bugui feel like he was bathing in a spring breeze.
However, he knew that if he damaged Yang Zhenguo's interests, Yang Zhenguo would probably not take him seriously.
Yan Bugui had heard that Yang Zhenguo had even beaten up Silly Zhu.
"Zhenguo, you can also write with a brush?”Yan Bugui believed that he was the only cultured person in the entire Siheyuan.
She had never thought that Yang Zhenguo would actually know how to write calligraphy!
This was a little like comparing Yan Bugui to him.
"Of course, it's not as good as yours.”
Yang Zhenguo smiled modestly.
"Of course. I started practicing calligraphy when I was five years old. Hmm, Zhenguo, is this the calligraphy you wrote?”
Yan Bugui moved his gaze away from the stewed tofu with fish head on the table and saw a set of words on Yang Zhenguo's Kang.
One, two, three, four, five.
'Six, seven, eight, nine, ten'
"Hiss!" When Yan Bugui saw this, he gasped.
His facial muscles and body were like flowing water, and his brush strokes were like clouds and mist!
Not to mention that this calligraphy was better than Yan Benbu Gui's, it was even comparable to the famous calligraphy masters in Yanjing!
"Zhenguo, did you really write this?”
Yan Bugui was stunned for a while before he asked. However, his business was already quite low.
How old was Yang Zhenguo? Even if he had been practicing calligraphy since he was born, he had only been practicing calligraphy for 17 years!
Yan Bugui had learned calligraphy before, so he could tell which words were good and which were bad.
Yang Zhenguo's calligraphy was several levels higher than his.
If Yan Bugui's handwriting was compared to that of a primary school student, then Yang Zhenguo's handwriting was that of a university student. Moreover, he was a university student of Huaqing University!
Yang Zhenguo smiled and nodded. Originally, I was prepared to write a couplet for each family in our courtyard house. But it's fine if the handwriting isn't good enough. Anyway, I live in the backyard and not many people see it when I stick it on the door.”
As soon as Yang Zhenguo said this, Yan Bugui felt uncomfortable.
Yang Zhenguo's calligraphy was not well written, but it was not presentable?
Yan Bugui's calligraphy was not even worthy of carrying Yang Zhenguo's shoes!
Yan Bugui wrote for every household every year, and he even collected money to ask for things. According to Yang Zhenguo, the fact that every household in the Siheyuan had pasted the Spring Festival couplets written by Yan Bugui on their doors without asking him for money was already giving him face.
"Ahem, Zhenguo. You're really too humble." Yan Bugui blushed. He had originally planned to charge Yang Zhenguo 50 cents.
Now, it seemed that he was not worthy of paying Yang Zhenguo 50 cents to write couplets!
Yang Zhenguo's calligraphy was so beautiful because he had been rewarded with a famous calligraphy card a few days ago.
After using it, Yang Zhenguo's calligraphy incorporated the essence of all the great calligraphers in Chinese history.
How could his handwriting not be good?
They had already reached the top level of calligraphy.
"Zhenguo, where are the couplets you wrote? Can I take a look?”
Yan Bugui didn't even dare to say the word 'studies'.
Because he knew that he was not worthy!
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