Zhao Chenghai grinned, shook his hands and said, "When did I laugh at you?

He won, he won a clean and beautiful soldier, and he surrendered without a fight, so he smiled happily.

Zhenhua looked at the treacherous smile on his father's face, and couldn't help but think of an idiom: the villain has ambition.

At the same time, Zhenhua also admires his father, he is really clever and calculating, and his wisdom is like a demon.

Cui Hong felt aggrieved, sat under the stove and got angry, without saying a word.

Zhenhua filled a bowl of rice, sandwiched the vegetables, and put the chopsticks in his mother's hand, saying:

"Mom, don't worry, let's talk to Zhang Kexiang tomorrow after the New Year. In fact, Zhang Kexiang and I have known each other for a long time, and it doesn't matter if you are a matchmaker or not. Find a matchmaker, that is, make a show and go through the motions. ”

Cui Hong felt a little warmer in her heart, nodded, and took the bowl to eat.

Qi Lei dragged Zhenhua to the door and said, "Zhenhua, in the future, you have to talk about red leaves, not matchmakers." ”

Zhenhua was stunned: "Isn't that the same?"

"How can this be the same? The matchmaker is also moldy, and it is not good to say that it is a big New Year. Qi Lei learned from the old master's appearance and shook his head and said.

Zhenhua was even more puzzled and asked, "When did you become so particular?"

Qi Lei grinned and asked again: "Do you know how the word red leaves are written and how they came about?"

Zhenhua thought about it and shook his head to say he didn't know.

He really doesn't know, who has the spare time to study the dialect of his hometown?

"It's the red of the rising red sun, the leaves of the leaves!" Qi Lei said triumphantly, pointing his fingers:

"It's a long story for a child to have a mother, and red leaves refer to matchmakers, which began in the Tang Dynasty. That, that...... The story of the red leaf inscription poem, you know, right? The palace maid of the Tang Dynasty called Cui He, wrote a love letter on the red leaves, floated out of the palace along the water, and finally married a scholar with the surname or something. Since then, the story of Momiji as a matchmaker has spread, so Momiji is the matchmaker, and the matchmaker is called Momiji......"

Qi Lei couldn't remember the names of the people in the story, or the poems, but he remembered the synopsis.

Zhenhua was stunned when he heard this, admired Qi Lei, and said, "I really didn't expect Qi Lei, it turns out that you are so knowledgeable?"

"I'm a big fart!"

Qi Lei's face suddenly changed, he pointed in the direction of Da Yao Zhuang, gritted his teeth and said: "I was slapped in the face by that old puppet today! What I taught you just now was what the old puppet taught me!"

Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Damn, I said why did you suddenly become so knowledgeable, it turned out that you learned it from the old master! ”

Qi Lei was indignant and recounted the experience just now.

Zhenhua was silent. Dad is right, if he, the head of the family, doesn't come forward, the old master won't help.

Qi Lei pointed in the direction of Da Yao Zhuang and rushed to the crown angrily: "I, Qi Lei, swear to the sky, from now on, I will not share the sky with that old horseman, and I will not stand together!"

"Hey, are you enough?" Zhenhua glared at Qi Lei and said:

"The old master gave you a free lesson, why don't you know what to do, and you start scolding? Looking at your posture, do you still want to beat the old master?"

Qi Lei grinned in the dark, revealing two rows of white teeth: "Hehe, the gentleman doesn't move, I have a way to deal with him!"

Zhenhua shook his head: "What the hell are you thinking?"

Qi Lei lit a cigarette and said:

"What the old master said himself, he could write if I could say the words of my hometown. In the future, I will bring a pen and a small notebook with me, and I will follow the old master. As long as he says a word in his native dialect, I will ask him to write it and show me how it came from! I will not believe it, he can write every word in our native dialect!"

Zhenhua rolled his eyes: "I support you, go and find out the origin of all the hometown dialects, and you can publish a book in the future, called ...... "Dongwan Village Folk Sound Encyclopedia and Source Research". ”

Qi Lei thought about it, raised his feet and left, and said: "I'm going to find Song Rengui and Song Jiacai, ask some hometown people, and go to the old master tomorrow to take the test, I have to test him to a swollen head!"

Zhenhua looked at Qi Lei's back and shook his head speechlessly.

There is no verifiable when Dongwan Village appeared, but Zhenhua knows that Qi Lei must be the most boring one in the history of Dongwan Village!

The next day, after Zhenhua got up and washed, he rewrote a few couplets, spread them on his bed to dry, and planned to send them to Zhang Kexiang after breakfast.

These couplets, Zhenhua put a lot of thought into it, and selected them from the couplet book, which are more literary and fresh.

After breakfast, snowflakes gradually drifted in the originally gloomy sky.

Zhenhua rolled up the couplet and clamped it under his armpit, went out with an umbrella, and walked to Hedong Town.

When I came to the town, the ground was already snow-white.

The tailor shop has opened its doors, and it is busy inside, and the lights are bright.

Zhang Kexiang sat behind the sewing machine. On the cutting table on the side, there was a middle-aged woman ironing clothes, presumably Zhang Kexiang's mother.

There are also two customers in the store, waiting to pick up their clothes.

Zhenhua walked into the store, pretended to be calm, and said, "Old classmate, I wrote a few Spring Festival couplets for your tailor shop, and I will bring them to you by the way." ”

"Oh, that's so hard for you. Zhang Kexiang hurriedly stood up and said hypocritically: "The suit you made here last time, it's okay to wear, right?

The woman who was ironing her clothes raised her head and looked Zhenhua up and down.

Zhang Kexiang smiled and introduced to Zhenhua: "This is my mother, who came to help me iron my clothes." ”

Zhenhua hurriedly nodded: "Hello aunt." ”

"Hello. Kexiang's mother nodded and smiled.

Zhang Kexiang introduced Zhenhua to his mother again: "He is my junior high school classmate Zhao Zhenhua, from Dongwan Village, and often introduces me to business ......."

"Thank you so much. Kexiang's mother smiled again.

"Auntie is polite, me and Kexiang, it should be. Zhenhua sneered, and then didn't know what to say.

Originally, he wanted to confess his heart to Zhang Kexiang today, but unexpectedly, Zhang Kexiang's mother had already come, so he didn't have a chance to speak.

Zhang Kexiang was also a thief, and he didn't even read the couplet, so he said: "Thank you for the couplet sent by my old classmate, I'm very busy at the end of the year, so I won't leave you for tea." After the Chinese New Year, I have time to treat you to dinner, and please help me introduce more business. ”

"Okay, okay, you're busy. Zhenhua knew what Zhang Kexiang meant, and smiled at Zhang Kexiang's mother: "Auntie is busy, I still have to go to the town to do something." ”

"Okay, let's go slowly. Kexiang's mother said.

Zhenhua got out of the tailor shop, braved the heavy snow, and pretended to walk around the town.

I want to buy something and hold it in my hand, but I don't know what to buy. After thinking about it for a long time, Zhenhua bought two of the cheapest New Year's paintings, rolled them up and held them in his hands, and braved the heavy snow to go home.

Passing by the door of the tailor shop, Zhenhua turned his head to take a look.

Zhang Kexiang and her mother were still busy with their heads down, and they didn't notice Zhao Zhenhua.

Zhenhua was inevitably a little disappointed, and he didn't want to disturb others anymore, so he had to hurry silently.

When I got home, it was half past nine in the morning.

Some villagers sent door-to-door paper, waiting here for Zhenhua to write couplets.

Zhao Chenghai stared and frowned, looked at his son and said, "What are you busy running around all day long? The old master asked you to write the right door for everyone, don't run around these days!"

"Isn't this coming back?" Zhenhua said, washed his face with hot water, and began to write Spring Festival couplets for the villagers.

Cui Hong's eyes looked at his son, wanting to ask about the situation, but he couldn't find a chance.

After lunch, ask Zhenhua to write couplets for more folks.

Because it's snowing today, everyone has nothing to do, so let's solve the right thing first.

Zhenhua changed his strategy, wrote down the number of couplets to be written by each household, and marked the door to the paper for everyone to pick up tomorrow.

In this way, the villagers don't have to wait here, and Zhenhua is not in a hurry to write.

At three o'clock, Song Jiacai walked in with a cigarette in his mouth and a roll of door-to-door paper under his arm, took out a pack of cigarettes and threw it on the table, and said, "Huazi, write me the door!"

Zhenhua nodded: "Okay, write as many door pairs as you want, you say it, I'll write it down, and then you can get it tomorrow." ”

"No, no, no, I want you to write it now, and I'll take it back when it's done. Song Jiacai said.

"Okay, I'll write it to you first. Zhenhua nodded, put away the couplets of other families on the table, and dealt with the Song family's wealth first.

Song Jiacai is the poorest in Dongwan Village, and he lives with his uncle Song Rengui.

All the uncles and nephews owned were three low adobe thatched houses, plus a latrine at the back.

The thatched latrine in his house is really a thatched latrine, which is fenced with thatch and a few tree stumps.

Zhenhua felt that Song Jiacai asked someone to write the right door, which was the least cost-effective. Because there are only three or four doors in his house, but he also has to take a pack of cigarettes......

Song Jiacai unfolded the door to the paper, pointed out the country like a writer, and said: "The gate must be atmospheric, there must be momentum, Huazi will write me an imposing one!"

Zhenhua thought for a while and said, "Then write ...... The tiger is better than the past, the world is turned upside down and generous, this has momentum. ”

Song Jiacai touched his chin and groaned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay!"

Zhenhua wrote the gate pair, and then wrote the back door pair, and then asked, "What else do you want to write?"

"Write my door!" Song Jiacai grinned and said: "My door is right, I thought of a door pair, I said it, you write it for me!"

"Family wealth, you can still make your own couplets!?" Zhenhua was surprised.

He knew that Song Jiacai was illiterate, and like his father, he could recognize a hundred and ten words together.

It's not easy to come up with couplets on this cultural basis!

Song Jiacai squinted and smiled: "Don't look down on people, I have studied for five years!"

"Ah, you've been studying for five years, and you're still graduating from elementary school?" Zhenhua was even more surprised, he hadn't heard that Song Jiacai graduated from high school!

Song Jiacai grinned again: "I have studied for five years, but I have been repeating grades in the first grade...... I didn't finish elementary school. If I graduate from elementary school, I guess I will be able to read all the teachers to death when my uncle is so old!"

Zhenhua couldn't help but smile and waved his hand: "Don't be kidding, how to write the door, you can say it." ”

Song Jiacai nodded and pointed his finger at the table: "You just write like this, Shanglian is...... It's twenty-five this year, and the next link is, and no one will make up for the rotten pants!"