Siheyuan: from Disaster Victim to Art Troupe Boss

In the winter of 1959, I walked into Courtyard No. 95 With a letter of introduction. The third uncle's family borrowed the bedding, and the interest was still collected. The neighbors in the front yard are polite, but the middle and back yards are full of drama. Yi Zhonghai holds a teapot as a moral model. Mrs. Jia Zhang grinned and cursed throughout the hospital. I knocked down the little cook in the house. But I can cook, catch thieves, and write songs. Han Minsheng said that I am the first spoon in the kitchen. Liu said that I was too aggressive in catching thieves and should become a regular employee. But they don't know that I can also write songs. When Yan Bugui saw me in the newspaper, he almost lost his glasses. Feng Yong would say to anyone he met: "That's my brother." From a disaster victim to a cultural troupe boss, it's a big leap. But there is no way, talent cannot be hidden. I just want to ask: Third uncle, can I tear up the IOU? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.