Chapter 137 Not Everyone is Worthy of the King's Child
Banggeng's face flushed red. This kid was one year younger than him, only in fifth grade! If there was no one around, he would have been fine, but with so many people around, was Banggeng shameless? Wang Yuanchao was three years older than him, so he was already reluctant to shout!
He pushed the kid, turned around and ran away. Wang Choupi is such a bully!

Then he ran into his mother Qin Huairu.

Wang Yuanchao pushed the cart home with a smile on his face. "Little brat, I'll make you remember eating one less candy all day long!"

I returned to the front yard and parked the car. My parents were already home and my second brother was kneading dough.

The ceramic factory where my father Wang Quan worked stopped the kiln after the Chinese New Year. Then there was a general cleaning, inspection and various meetings for the entire factory. Then everyone who had nothing to do went home one after another to celebrate the New Year.

My father came back the day before yesterday and has been at home for two days.

My mother's printing factory did not print newspapers, so it stopped publishing at about the same time.

Because we live in the city, we have to be careful about the impact, so we can't take a day off so early. We still have to report for work every day. But it's still very convenient to take a short day off to do something. Today is the last day, and everyone left work early.

Wang Yuanchao greeted his parents, siblings and went to the yard to wash his bicycle, as it was New Year's Day.

After a while, Banggeng and his sister came back accompanied by Qin Huairu.

Banggeng glared at Wang Yuanchao arrogantly, meaning that we have meat to eat at home, who cares about your candy!

Wang Yuanchao gave Qin Huairu a meaningful look in return, which made Qin Huairu unconsciously avoid his gaze. She simply greeted Wang Yuanchao and walked quickly towards the central courtyard.

Wang Laosan's eyes were a bit evil, as if they could strip off people's clothes and penetrate into their hearts. The old wizard Qin Huairu felt a little uneasy when he saw them.

She knows best where the meat came from.

The Huaihua man had short legs and fell behind. He ran up to Wang Yuanchao and said in a baby voice:

"Uncle, we eat meat during the Chinese New Year!"

Not sure if it was to show off or an invitation, Wang Yuanchao looked at the delicate and pretty girl and handed her another candy.

The little girl's eyes lit up, she turned around and saw her mother, brother and sister had all walked through the hall door, so she giggled and took the candy and followed them happily.

Early in the morning on New Year’s Eve (the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month).

Wang Yuanchao and his second brother Wang Heping had squeezed together for the night. The warm kang was indeed comfortable, but now he was still lying in bed.

Father Wang Quan came in and asked rudely:
"Have you put up the couplets in your dormitory?"

Wang Yuanchao slapped his head and forgot about it.

Mother Miao Cui handed over a bag and said:
"Hurry up and stick to it. The earlier you go, the sooner you can come back."

The second brother Wang Heping smiled foolishly at him:
"We've finished pasting, you can bring the glue over too!"

Wang Yuanchao could only reluctantly leave the warm kang, wash up and eat breakfast.

Breakfast was mutton and green onion dumplings, which were so delicious. They were all made by my mother, sister-in-law, and younger sister last night. They were all handmade dumplings.

The mutton was the one he brought back last time. When used to make dumplings, there was no meat flavor at all.

The whole family enjoyed the delicious meal.

After dinner, Wang Yuanchao took the couplets and the paste bucket and pushed the cart out.

The third uncle started writing couplets in the courtyard, even if it was just to earn some melon seeds and peanuts.

Take the initiative to greet Wang Yuanchao:
"Good morning, Yuan Chao! Would you like to write a couplet?"

In the past, would elders take the initiative to greet younger generations?

Wang Yuanchao thought for a moment and said:

"Then give me one!"

The third uncle was delighted and said:
"Harmony resounds in the prosperous times; spring fills the imperial land. How do you think? This is the couplet for the entrance of the Beijing Harmony Spring Theater by Zhang Wentao of the Qing Dynasty. It is especially suitable for artists like you!"

Wang Yuanchao never thought that the third uncle had this ability and knew the professional matching!
"Okay, this is it!"

The third uncle smiled even more:

"This brush..."

Wang Yuanchao didn't have any melon seeds or peanuts, so he took out two dimes. The third uncle smiled and began to write quickly:
"Yuan Chao, please wait a moment! Hey."

No matter how stingy Yan Laoxi is, his handwriting is not bad. At least it is much better than Wang Yuanchao's.

The third uncle finished it in one go, and then after waiting for the ink to dry, he considerately helped Wang Yuanchao fold it.

The Wang family next door had already pasted the banners. Wang Quan and Wang Heping, father and son, had been busy with it since early morning. Wang Laosan would definitely go and paste the banners in his dormitory. The third uncle still had some good eyesight.

Wang Yuanchao put the couplet into his precious bag, said hello to the third uncle, and left with the cart.

Miao Cui watched all this silently from behind the window glass and said to her husband:

"How come we gave birth to such a money-spending boy?"

Wang Quan was not disgusted by his son's actions. His son was a Level 6 artist, so he needed a good reputation among his neighbors. How did he get a good reputation? Isn't it just like this, bit by bit?

On the contrary, his wife is low-key and reasonable, but seems a little unkind to outsiders.

But he knew that his wife was kind-hearted. The third son had done a few good things for the deaf old lady in the backyard, and then he flew out of the courtyard and left everything behind. But it was all because of his wife. She either wanted the second son or the youngest son, or she went over herself to maintain the relationship that the third son had started.

So he said:
“Hey, he earns a lot anyway, so it’s not a bad thing to win some hearts.

He knows it very well!
Yesterday I saw him giving out the cheapest fruit candies to other kids.

That's not what we put in our mouths.

Otherwise, why is the youngest brother so clingy to his seldom seen third brother? "

Miao Cui also seemed to recall the candy that her son stuffed into his mouth last night. He is so grown up, but he still wants to play the game of eating candy with his eyes closed with everyone. What a shame!
But the sugar is really sweet, and has a milky flavor.

I don't know where this guy got these good things from.

At least I'm still thinking about home.

I heard that the eldest brother had received a radio as a gift. It was his wife Huang Ling who let it slip.

That's why she didn't ask the third brother to hand over her salary.
If this kid doesn't have any idea, huh!
"Just protect him! He doesn't even know you're back, he doesn't care!"

Wang Quan looked back and saw the youngest and second oldest were busy outside. He whispered:
"I won't have to take care of my parents in the future."

Miao Cui sighed lightly and said:

"I don't know what's wrong with the second son. He insists on marrying a country girl. What shall we do if we don't have a fixed amount in the future?"

Wang Quan came closer and lowered his voice:
"They're going to move in the day after tomorrow. Why are you talking about this? Can't we afford to support them?"

Miao Cui glared and said:
"When your second daughter-in-law is like her cousin and gives you a bunch of grandchildren, I'll see if you will still say that."

Wang Quan blinked his eyes. It seems that he really can’t have more children.

"Then what about the eldest brother's wife? Is there any news? They have been married for almost four months, right?"

Miao Cui said:
"It's only been three months and ten days. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Wang Quan thought, you even calculated how many days it would take for someone to get married, and you still say there’s no rush?
"Yes, yes, I'm anxious. The New Year's Eve dinner is tonight. Please hurry up then."

Miao Cui looked reluctant and said:
"You're putting a lot of pressure on me, don't you know? I'm afraid if I push her too hard, Huang Ling will get scared when she sees me. Why don't you push her? You're making me the bad guy!"

Wang Quan had to accompany his wife and continue to act: "Oh, I want to urge him. I am his father-in-law, how can I say it? You are the mother-in-law, we are both women, it is easy to say it!"

Miao Cui said in embarrassment:
"If Huang Ling is not happy about it, I will have to recruit you. Don't destroy our relationship as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law."

……

Wang Yuanchao first went to Lou Xiao'e's small courtyard and looked at the gate, which was indeed empty.

My mother gave me a pair of couplets to put up in the dormitory, and I asked my third uncle to write one, but it was not enough. No matter what, in addition to the courtyard gate, at least the main house and the two side rooms should be posted, right?

But put up the gate first!
He quickly took out a knife and began to remove the old couplets on the door.

I was tearing it with great pleasure when I felt someone behind me.

When I turned around, who else could it be but Lou Xiao'e?
She was carrying a large bag filled with red couplets and blessing characters. She approached me on tiptoe, intending to scare me.

As a result, he was startled when Wang Yuanchao turned his head.

"You're frightening me to death, you know that?"

Wang Yuanchao is innocent:

"Didn't you want to scare me first?"

Lou Xiao'e pinched his waist, but it was the cotton coat that was pinched and the flesh was not pinched at all.

"You have a conscience!"

Wang Yuanchao looked around, took a quick sip, and said nonchalantly:
"If you don't come, you have no conscience?"

Lou Xiao'e's face flushed immediately, and she looked around nervously. After confirming that no one was around, she patted her chest carefully and said:
"I'm going to die! If anyone sees me, I won't live anymore!"

Wang Yuanchao smiled and said:
"Since you brought the couplets, I won't buy them. I'm planning to buy some later. Which one are you going to put on the door?"

Lou Xiao'e quickly took out a pair from her bag:

"This, this!"

Wang Yuanchao took a look:
"The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the flowers of thousands of trees are blooming early;
"On the red flag road, I ride my fine horse and take the lead."

Needless to say, Lou Xiao'e would not have thought of this. It must have been chosen by Lou's father, who never forgot to express his loyalty to the red color.

The two of them were busy removing the old and putting up the new, playing and joking, and having a lot of fun.

However, the painting on the main door was the one brought by Wang Yuanchao.

Lou Xiao'e had no objection at all since her parents wouldn't come anyway.

After finishing the work here, I went to Wang Yuanchao's dormitory to make some arrangements.

The two of them stayed together for a while, and Lou Xiaoe said:

"I won't go back to the courtyard in the future. There are too many people here, so I'll try not to come here as much as possible. But you have to come to my place more often!"

Wang Yuanchao couldn't ask for more, and said:
"Our leader sent me on a business trip to Northeast China on the third day of the Lunar New Year. I will probably be traveling all over the next year. My dormitory is just a place to sleep. When I'm not here, you have to come over every now and then to help clean up."

Lou Xiao'e put her arms around Wang Yuanchao's waist and said in a resentful tone:
"I am the daughter of Lou, and now I have become your maid! How are you going to compensate me?"

Wang Yuanchao thought for a moment and said:

"I'll make it up to you tonight!"

Lou Xiaoe's pink fist shot:
"I'll kill you!"

……

The New Year's Eve dinner was packed with the whole Wang family, but the most lively one was the Jia family in the middle courtyard, because the eldest uncle and his wife, Sha Zhu's brother and sister, and the deaf old lady all spent the New Year at the Jia family, just like in the plot.

After dinner, Wang Yuanchao said:

"Mom and Dad, my eldest brother and his wife, my second brother and my younger sister, I have to go to work again, so I may not be back to sleep at night."

The eldest brother and his wife were a little surprised. The third brother was not married and had not separated from the family yet. Why didn't he stay at home to celebrate the New Year?
Miao Cui put on a helpless yet proud expression and helped explain:

"Your brother has created a new work, and his colleagues have been rehearsing day and night these days. They will present it to the senior leaders of the department to wish them a happy new year tomorrow.

It’s business!”

When he came back yesterday, Wang Yuanchao explained this to his family. Miao Cui had already been admitted to the third unit once, so he was too lazy to verify it again.

How could she verify this with the senior leaders in the department?
If the old man is so ignorant, he will be a drag on the youngest brother.

Speaking of which, the third brother is at a very high level, and his work matters cannot allow an old woman like her to worry about anything.

Since the mother had spoken, no one had any objections. Wang Quan said:
"be careful on the road."

Wang Heping was very enthusiastic in helping the third brother push the cart. He had to be enthusiastic because the third brother said that he wanted to give him a big item and he could pick whatever he wanted. He already had a bicycle and an old watch, as well as a radio and a sewing machine. He wanted to choose the radio, but he didn't have the courage since he lived with his parents, so he could only choose the sewing machine.

Speaking of which, in such a large courtyard, only the Jia family has a sewing machine.

As he pushed the cart, he said:

"Yuan Chao, when can you let our family see your work?"

The whole family's attention was instantly focused.

"It's still in the internal rehearsal stage. When it's really time to perform to the public, I'll invite our whole family to watch it at the Erqi Theater!"

After Wang Yuanchao left, everyone continued to sit around the stove, eating melon seeds and peanuts, drinking tea and chatting.

"Wang Sheng, we're getting married peacefully the day after tomorrow. You should go back to your parents' home tomorrow and say hello to your in-laws, right?"

Wang Sheng said quickly:
"I've said it a long time ago. Besides, isn't A-Zhao going with us tomorrow?"

Huang Ling also added:
"Mom, don't worry. Marrying peacefully is a big deal. How could my parents not understand? We will go back on the first day of the new year, and they will be so happy."

If it weren't for the mother-in-law urging them to have a baby, the couple would have preferred to go back to the courtyard to eat, because if they went back to the Huang family's courtyard to eat, Wang Sheng would inevitably be scolded by Huang's father. Wang Sheng felt uncomfortable, and Huang Ling was also uncomfortable.

Wang Sheng probably really has no talent for taking pulses. After so long, his pulse-taking skills have not improved much. Huang's father has given up hope on his son-in-law and plans to transfer him to the pharmacy after the New Year.

A bookworm like Wang Sheng is suitable for a place like a pharmacy where everything is clear at a glance.

Miao Cui said:
"According to the rules, you usually go back to your parents' home on the second day of the Lunar New Year. This is your first year of marriage."

Huang Ling said:
"Mom, if you really feel bad, ask Yuan Chao to come to our house more often. I guarantee my dad will be very happy. There's no hope for Wang Sheng, Yuan Chao..."

Wang Sheng coughed quickly.

Huang Ling changed her words:
"Yuan Chao, hey, Yuan Chao is so smart! He is the mainstay of the art troupe, and even my father, an old Chinese doctor, loves him very much."

Wang Quan said:
"It's not your sister, is she interested in North Korea?"

Wang Heping, who didn't say a word, just burst out with a laugh:

"I'm choking. I'm choking."

Huang Ling said:
"Dad, what's the point of my sister liking China's aid to North Korea? If you ask me, there are many people who like China's aid to North Korea. The key is that we have to like China's aid to North Korea. Mom, don't you think this is the case?"

Miao Cui glared at Wang Quan and thought to herself, "Don't you know that your third child is a Level 6 literature and art graduate? Huang Ling, a temporary worker who graduated from junior high school and looks ordinary, how can she be worthy of my Wang family's Qilin son?"
(End of this chapter)