Because of the old master's advertisement, the next morning, Zhenhua's Spring Festival couplets business came.

Before and after, several families sent door-to-door paper and asked Zhenhua to write Spring Festival couplets.

Of course, everyone knows the rules, and each carries a pack of cigarettes.

Zhenhua naturally wanted to be polite and said no cigarettes. The villagers were more polite, and directly threw the cigarettes on the table, and did not take them back when they were killed.

In the morning, a small bottle of ink ran out.

After lunch, Zhenhua went to the town to buy ink, and by the way, he sent Spring Festival couplets to Zhang Kexiang.

In the tailor shop, Zhang Kexiang is busy.

Zhenhua entered the door and said, "Busy Zhang Kexiang?"

Zhang Kexiang glanced up at Zhenhua and said with a smile: "Busy man, why are you willing to come?"

Zhenhua nodded and smiled: "The tailor shop I gave you...... I wrote a few pairs of doors, but the writing is not very good, you see if you can stick it to the door panel. If you don't think it works, don't post it. ”

"Really, I'll take a look!" Zhang Kexiang was a little excited, dropped the work in his hand, took the Spring Festival couplets, and unfolded them to see.

There are a total of three pairs of Spring Festival couplets, which are the back door of the tailor shop and the bedroom door.

Zhenhua stood aside, waiting for Zhang Kexiang to praise himself.

However, after reading it, Zhang Kexiang shook his head and smiled: "The words are not bad, but the writing is too vulgar." What kind of business is prosperous, and the wealth is rich and reaches the three rivers, old-fashioned...... I don't like it. ”

Zhenhua's face was hot, touched his face and said, "Then I'll go home and rewrite it for you." ”

"Okay, the Spring Festival couplets are counting on you. Zhang Kexiang rolled up the Spring Festival couplets, suddenly noticed the wound on Zhenhua's forehead, and asked in surprise: "Zhenhua, what's the matter with your face?

Zhenhua covered his forehead and sneered: "There was no fight, but Qi Lei came back the day before yesterday, I drank and got drunk with him and fell ......"

Zhang Kexiang thought for a while, then suddenly glared and said, "Liar, didn't Qi Lei come back yesterday? He walked from me and greeted me!"

I rub, the lie was seen through?

Zhenhua was even more embarrassed, so he had to laugh and say, "I lied to you just now...... Actually, I went to the county seat the day before yesterday and was beaten by two little bastards...... Count me unlucky, those two got drunk and deliberately found fault. Being beaten is not a glorious thing, so I ...... just now I lied to you. ”

"Then you didn't call the police, why did they beat people?" Zhang Kexiang said angrily.

"Forget it, it's a skin injury, and calling the police won't work. Zhenhua shook his head, diverted the topic and said, "By the way, when will your tailor shop be open Chinese New Year's Eve?"

"Chinese New Year's Eve is still open, but I am not the same year?" Zhang Kexiang shook his head and said, "At most, I will close the door and go home in the afternoon of twenty-nine." ”

"Oh. Zhenhua nodded.

Zhang Kexiang thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Zhenhua, next time you send the door, what do you say at the end of the year...... Don't come. And your mother, tell her too, don't come at the end of the year. ”

Zhenhua was a little surprised and asked, "Is your business very busy, afraid that we will delay your business?"

Zhang Kexiang shook his head and said, "My mother will come over tomorrow to help, cook me or something, and she will be here until the end of the year." You're running around, and your mother sees you, and it's not easy to ......."

"Oh......" Zhenhua was a little disappointed and nodded inexplicably.

Zhang Kexiang looked at Zhenhua's face and smiled reluctantly:

"I don't mean anything else, it's just that my parents, like yours, are the minds of the older generation. We are now ...... If I am still a classmate, and if I get too close, my parents will definitely complain about me, saying that I don't look like a girl. ”

Zhenhua thought for a while, nodded and said, "I understand." ”

"What do you understand? do you really understand or do you pretend to understand?" Zhang Kexiang rolled his eyes, sat down behind the sewing machine to work, and said, "I'm going to work, you go back and talk to your mother." ”

"Well, then I'll go first, you can be busy. Zhenhua nodded, left the tailor shop, and went to the market to buy ink.

Zhang Kexiang's words, Zhenhua vaguely understood.

What she means is that now there is no name and no point, it is just the relationship between classmates, and it is not good to get too close, so as not to upset the parents. If Zhenhua wants to go further, then he has to talk about this matter in a serious way.

I want the life of my parents, and I want the words of a matchmaker.

In the event of marriage, Zhenhua also has to consult his parents, and he does not dare to make decisions without permission. And Zhenhua is shy by nature, and in front of Zhang Kexiang, it is not easy to express anything, just to deal with it vaguely.

When he returned home, Zhenhua saw several villagers, waiting for him to write the door.

Dad happily stayed aside, smoking the cigarettes handed by the villagers, looking happy, as if he had taken advantage of the sky.

Zhenhua cheered up, put aside Zhang Kexiang's matter, and dealt with the task of writing the right door first.

Who knew that it was written here, there was an endless stream there, and other villagers sent door-to-door paper.

For a time, Zhenhua's house was in full swing, overshadowing the limelight of Wang Xiang next door.

The entire Dongwan Village is divided into four groups, adding up to 100 households, and the task of writing Spring Festival couplets is indeed heavy.

And the countryside people want to be festive, and wherever there are doors and windows, they must paste Spring Festival couplets. The chicken coop should be pasted, the pigsty should be pasted, the big tree in front of the door should be pasted, and the horns should also be pasted.

Wang Xiang has the most Spring Festival couplets to write at home, and the pig killing pot should be pasted with 'gold ten thousand taels', the big rod scale for buying pigs should be pasted with 'a book of ten thousand profits', the bicycle should be pasted with 'traveling thousands of miles a day', and the board car pulling pork should be pasted with 'safe entry and exit'......

Zhao Chenghai watched the excitement on the side, and said to his son: "Zhenhua, write one more and stick it on your uncle's buttocks!"

Wang Xiang also smiled: "Zhenhua writes one more and sticks it to your father's mouth, or he will deal with me all day long." ”

Zhenhua was busy until the evening before completing the task and dealing with the villagers.

After dinner, Zhenhua pulled his mother into his bedroom and told him about the conversation with Zhang Kexiang this afternoon.

Cui Hong was very smart, and when she heard this, she immediately clapped her hands and laughed, and said, "That's it!" Kexiang's meaning is very clear, let our family hurry up and talk to Red Leaf about this." Zhenhua, you wooden head, haven't you ever said a word to Kexiang?"

Zhenhua deliberately pretended to be confused and said with a smile: "What words?"

"What's the matter, of course it's your little two!" Cuihong slapped her son and said with a smile: "You will go to the town tomorrow, find a vacancy, and tell Kexiang what you should say first." Then, we immediately went to Momiji and went to propose marriage to Kexiang's parents!"

Here in Dongwan Village, the elderly people call the matchmaker "Momiji".

Because the matchmaker's matchmaker has the same sound as the unlucky one, and it doesn't sound good.