In the evening, Yanbu Gui’s house was very lively.

The three little ones still don’t understand what’s going on.

But Yan Bugui and his wife held the photo excitedly.

He kept saying that there was smoke coming out of the ancestral graves, there was smoke coming out.

Incredible, incredible.

Our eldest brother has become famous.

The photo is already in the frame.

Yan Jiecheng asked the station decoration staff to make the photo frame. They were top carpenters from all over the country. They could finish it with just one package of Xiangshan.

There were scraps everywhere on the construction site, so the master found some scraps leftover from your living room decoration.

I heard that it is a very precious wood, but Yan Jiecheng doesn’t understand it anyway. Whatever the master says is what it is.

"Boss, what did you say when you shook hands with your husband? Are you nervous? Are you excited? Is your husband in good health? How is he?"

Yan Jiecheng told Yan Bugui and his wife what happened and everything he could say.

The couple was so excited that they could do nothing. They kept sighing: Good fortune, good fortune.

"Boss, boss, when you shook hands with your husband, did you mention me? Did you say that we all love him very much?" The third aunt also asked excitedly.

"What do you know about a woman? The boss is discussing work with my husband. It's a serious matter, how can I talk about you?"

"Well, you Yan Laoxi. What kind of women do you think? Leaders have said that women can hold up half the sky? Why can't you say it again?"

When the third aunt attacked the third uncle, she showed no mercy and used all her firepower.

The third uncle was speechless and had nothing to say. He could only say cowardly: "I won't argue with an ignorant woman like you."

The couple bickered for a while and then brought the topic to the issue of the ownership of the photos.

The two of them are very good at calculating. This matter of honoring their ancestors should be left to themselves.

After all, if the photo is hung in Yan Jiecheng's house and others see it, the honor will belong to Yan Jiecheng alone.

Hanging in their west wing room.

Others will definitely compliment him, saying that Mr. Yan has a strict family tradition and teaches his children well.

What could make him happier than these words.

After all, these words satisfied all his vanity as a father and a teacher.

"Boss, Dad knows that you have always been filial and wants to hang the photo on the roof of our house. Don't worry, I will hang it right away."

Yan Bugui is also an old man. He has already killed him first and played later, and is ready to die.

Yan Jiecheng saw this and said quickly:

"Hey, it's not Dad, what did you say?

I want to hang this photo in my east wing. I’ve already thought of the place, but I didn’t say I’d put the photo in your room.”

"No, boss. Are you saying that you want to hang this photo in your east wing?

How could you do this? Take your time and let dad analyze it for you.

First of all, do you think we are a family?

Am I in charge of the family?

Shouldn't such an important thing be placed here with me?

Besides, you see you usually go to the east wing to sleep at night.

Isn’t it usually still here? You can look at the photos at any time.”

Yan Bugui, Yan Jiecheng and his son had a dispute over which room the photo should be hung in.

The third aunt also said: "Xie Cheng, when you were a child, your father was almost kidnapped by the RB people because of you.

Can you please show your dad’s photo and put it in front of our house?”

This may seem like persuasive words, but it is full of routines. One trick can make Chen Cang masterful.

"Mom, you can't plot against me with my father. This photo is of me and my husband. It has to be put on my house.

"Forget it, old woman. Just pretend that we didn't raise this heartless person. Boss, now his wings are stiff and he is disobedient. He has no conscience anymore."

After all, Yan Bugui has read a book, so after listening to the third aunt's words, it was a bitter trick.

"Dad, you and my mother can't even tell each other. This photo must be kept in my house."

"You are so heartless, is it easy for me and your dad?"

None of the three people wanted to give up, and each could not convince the other.

Yan Jiefang, who was doing homework on the side, raised his head and said: "Brother, why don't you just wash it again?"

The three of them were suddenly stunned.

Yan Jiecheng was a little embarrassed that he had forgotten this incident.

He just slapped Yan Jiefang on the back of the head and said angrily:

"What do you know, you little brat? You can develop photos for free? Hurry up and do your homework. Don't get involved in adult matters."

After saying that, they all looked at each other, and seeing the expressions of Yan Bugui and his wife, Yan Jiecheng shouted: "Dad, do you mean to leave your house with me and let me wash it by myself?

Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Yan Bugui nodded and said, "Yes, that's what we mean."

Yan Jiecheng was also speechless. What is this?

Forget it, what else can I do?

Then, he said: "Okay, who made you my dad?"

"Well, that's true." Yan Bugui nodded.

"Here's what you don't like to hear. It cost four and a half yuan to develop the photo. You have to give it to me."

After hearing this, Yan Bugui did not refute, and made eye contact with the three aunts.

Said: "Boss, you have to listen to my analysis.

Look, there are two people in this photo, you and your husband.

As for you, you can't let us pay for it, right? Do you think this is a good idea? You can pay for it with your own money. As for your mother and I, we can give you our husband's share.

In this case, we will pay two dollars and twenty-five cents.

Look, is this true?"

Yan Jiecheng doesn't really care about them. It's just that this is a life tradition of the Yan family.

He nodded and stopped arguing with them.

I care too much.

He was afraid that the two of them were plotting against each other, so they rushed into the red wall and asked his husband for money to develop the photos.

When Yan Jiecheng saw Yan Jiefang eavesdropping, he slapped him again.

"I haven't finished your homework yet. You have a lot to do. Originally, I was thinking about taking you to fly a kite and eat popsicles on some day off, but forget it now."

Yan Jiefang was anxious and said quickly: "Brother, you can't do this."

"What can I do? Anyway, the money I spent to go out will be used to develop photos. Why go out to have fun if I don't have money?

Isn't it good for him to do his homework at home? You just think about having fun every day.

I said why your grades keep failing to improve. It seems that you are not focusing on your studies."

Yan Jiecheng turned to Yan Bugui and said, "Dad, I think the results of Jiefang are still too poor, and we need to strengthen education. I think the second uncle's method is very good. Sometimes this child, if you don't be harsh to him, he will

I don’t know how to make progress.”

Yan Bugui glanced at Yan Jiecheng angrily and thought: I asked you, the boss, to show off first.

I also knew that the boss had suffered a loss, so I stopped arguing with him.

But he also said to Yan Jiefang: "Second brother, hurry up and do your homework. I will check it after you finish it."

When it was over, Yan Jiecheng went to the east wing alone, where Yan Bugui and his wife were holding photos and rubbing them together.

Yan Jiefang is feeling the complexity of society and the danger of people's hearts alone.
Chapter completed!