"Yes, Piff!" the old master nodded again, and said, "I am also Puffer, the Puffer of Dongwan Village!"

Qi Lei grinned and said, "The old master is joking, how can we compare with you?"

The old master waved his hand and said:

"I'm not joking, I'm here to get down to business. Over the years, most of the couplets of the four groups in your Dongwan Village have been written by me. I am a scholar, and I will never shirk what I can do. But now that I'm old, I can't write anymore. In the future, the four groups of you in Dongwan will hand over to the two of you to write the right things for the New Year. Folks, please write the right door, and you must not refuse. You are high school graduates, you are scholars, and you have to take this responsibility. ”

Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, this is a big thing, the old master is also a matter, and he said it so solemnly?

Qi Lei shouted: "No, no, my words are like turtles crawling out, and I can't see anyone." The old master should leave this matter to Zhenhua! He can write calligraphy, and his writing is very beautiful!"

The old master looked at Zhenhua and asked with his eyes.

Zhenhua smiled: "I can't write with a brush, but I can write it at home." Write it to others, I'm afraid I'm going to be laughed at......"

"Who laughs at you? If you can write, you can practice slowly. You write two words first, and I'll take a look. The old master handed the brush in his hand to Zhenhua.

"Okay, I'll write two words, and the old master will give me more pointers. I didn't need a brush, but my classmate gave me a set of xuanbi. ”

On the table, there was a brush and red paper, which I had taken out earlier.

Zhenhua chose a large brush and began to try to write.

That oversized brush, Zhenhua was worried that he couldn't control it, so he didn't dare to use it.

The old master also stood up with his cane and watched from the table.

Zhenhua wrote eight words: One yuan is renewed, and Vientiane is renewed.

It is a book font.

The old master was very satisfied, nodded and said, "Isn't this very well written?" Okay, this year, the door of Dongwan Village will be handed over to you to write!"

Qi Lei learned the tone of the old master, and said on the side: "Isn't this very well written? Zhenhua, this year's door pair in Dongwan Village will be handed over to you, the puppet!"

Zhenhua glared at Qi Lei, it's really no big or small, the old master is here, he also dares to play tricks.

Qi Lei didn't care, looked at the old master again, and said, "Old master, you also write two words, let's learn and learn." ”

"Okay, I'll try this xuan. The old master nodded, mentioned Zhenhua's extra-large sheep's hair, dipped it in thick ink and waved it, and wrote a pair of block letters: One year old good day and eternal festival, a hundred years of spring and ten thousand families.

Qi Lei laughed and joked: "Good words, good words, strength through the back of the paper, three points into the wood, Yan muscles and willow bones, that ...... Catch up with Wang Xizhi!"

"I'm in block letters, what's the relationship with Yan Muscle and Willow Bone Wang Xizhi?" The old master glared at Qi Lei, then looked at the sheep hair in his hand again, nodded and said: "This is the authentic Xuancheng sheep hair, it's really easy to use, much better than my brush......"

Zhenhua thanked the old master for giving the words last time, and said: "It just so happened that I was not used to this extra-large brush, so I gave it to the old master." ”

The old master was overjoyed, and his eyes lit up: "Zhenhua, did you really give it to me?"

"Is this still fake? A gentleman is hard to chase!" Qi Lei hurriedly said.

Zhenhua nodded and smiled: "Qi Lei is right, the gentleman is hard to chase after a word, this pen is given to the old master." I can't use it anyway, and it's a waste to put it in my hands. ”

"Then you're welcome. The old master nodded, looked at the sheep in his hand again, and said happily:

"Some people say that those who are good at writing do not choose pen and paper, but in fact, they are not, Zi said, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. Without a good brush, it is difficult to write well. ”

Qi Lei nodded solemnly: "Zi said yes, Zi said yes!"

Zhenhua couldn't help it and kicked Qi Lei under the table.

The old master also knew that Qi Lei was making fun of himself, glared at him, and said to Zhenhua:

"Okay, I'll say hello to the villagers, and send them to your house if they need to write the right door. After that, I will work hard for you. Don't shirk, this is a problem of rural customs, in every place and every village, scholars must be responsible. ”

"I'm afraid that if I don't write well, I will disappoint your old man. Zhenhua said.

"As long as you write well, I won't be disappointed. The old master waved his hand and walked out the door.

Zhenhua was sent out of the door.

Back in the house, Zhenhua shook his head and smiled: "This old master is really interesting, why didn't you find it before?"

Qi Lei also grinned, looked at Zhenhua, and asked, "Piff, have you remembered what the old master just said? Is there a sacred sense of responsibility and mission hovering in your childish heart?"

"Fuck your uncle, you're the puppet!" Zhenhua rolled his eyes.

"It's the old master who said it, you will be a little horseman in the future, he is an old horseman!" Qi Lei said.

"Qi Lei, you will take care of your broken mouth in the future, the old man is scolding, if the old master knows, beware of your dog head!" Zhenhua sighed.

"Okay, okay, you treat yourself as an old master, and you teach me a lesson?" Qi Lei lit a cigarette and said:

"Tomorrow I will rush to the market to buy New Year's goods, by the way to buy door-to-door paper, tomorrow afternoon, you go to my house to write the door-to-door first. This is your responsibility as a puppet, and you can't shirk it!"

Zhenhua glared at Qi Lei, not knowing what to say.

Qi Lei smiled and walked away.

Zhenhua cut the big red paper, first wrote his Spring Festival couplets, and put them aside to dry.

There was still a surplus of red paper, Zhenhua thought about it, and by the way, he also wrote a few couplets to Zhang Kexiang's tailor shop. I can't do anything else, so I can only write two Spring Festival couplets and talk about my heart.

At dusk, Zhao Chenghai and his wife came back from the town with Chunlan.

Seeing this room full of Spring Festival couplets, Zhao Chenghai was very satisfied, nodded and said: "After reading for so many years, it is more or less useful, and I don't ask for help when I write the door, and I save a pack of cigarettes." ”

There seems to be an unwritten rule in Dongwan Village that if you ask someone to write a Spring Festival couplet, you will be offered a pack of cigarettes. The red paper is provided by itself, and the pen and ink are provided by the writer.

Zhenhua put away the Spring Festival couplets that had dried in ink, and said by the way: "The old master came to ...... in the afternoon."

Zhao Chenghai lit a cigarette and asked, "What is the old master doing, did you calculate the date of construction next year?"

Zhenhua shook his head: "He didn't say the day, he said...... Dongwan Village's door is right this year, he doesn't write it, let me write it. ”

Zhao Chenghai was very surprised and pleasantly surprised, and said with a smile: "It's good to be able to write the right door for others, a pack of cigarettes for a family." Can't you?"

"It should work. Zhenhua shrugged his shoulders and despised his father in his heart.

A pack of cigarettes, he should be calculating how many households there are in the entire Dongwan Village and how many packs of cigarettes he wants to earn.