I'm going, such a couplet with personality?

Zhenhua almost burst out laughing, and said: "Family wealth, writing the door for the New Year, all picture a festive picture, what do you mean by writing like this?"

Song Jiacai was impatient, waved his hand and said: "Don't care, anyway, I'll give you cigarettes, you can write whatever I ask you to write!"

"Okay, okay, I'll write it to you, but if you're laughed at, don't blame me. Zhenhua was helpless, laughing, and wrote the Spring Festival couplets for Song Jiacai.

I now undertake the business of writing couplets, just like opening a store to do business, and I have the obligation and responsibility to meet the reasonable requirements of customers.

Song Jiacai waited for the ink to dry a little, rolled up the Spring Festival couplets, and went back in the heavy snow.

Zhenhua shook his head and continued to write couplets to the villagers.

This heavy snow fell for several days, until the twenty-third year of the lunar month, and the sun was released.

On this day, every household has to use green bamboo leaves to make a broom to remove dust and clean the house thoroughly.

After dinner, you have to light the door lamp, light incense and put firecrackers, and send the stove to the sky.

Legend has it that every family has a stove king, who lives on the chimney of each house.

The Lord of the Stove lives in the world all year round, roasting and smoking on the chimney of others, feeling the aroma of fireworks and grains in the world, and experiencing sorrow and joy, cold and warm.

But on the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the prince of the stove is about to go to heaven and go to the Jade Emperor to make a work report, telling him how the family is doing this year, what good and bad things have been done, whether there are any imports, how much harvest there is, whether to drink porridge or eat meat......

Seven days later, in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the Lord of the Stove will return. The twenty-third day of the month is sent to the stove, and the stove is picked up on the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, which is a complete process. The seven-day Spring Festival holiday of the Lord of the Stove has not changed for thousands of years.

During this time, Zhenhua also braved the snow to catch up with the set twice, hoping to have a few separate chats with Zhang Kexiang, talk about what should be said, and settle the things that should be settled.

However, Zhenhua didn't get this opportunity, every time he went to the tailor shop, Zhang Kexiang's mother was there, and he didn't have the opportunity to speak alone.

Zhang Kexiang also seemed to know Zhenhua's intentions, but because his mother was by his side, he didn't dare to communicate in words, so he could only blink and give a look to let Zhenhua understand by himself.

Both of them are speechless, and they are quite a bit of melancholy and sadness of "Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent......

After the day of sending the stove, the days are even faster, like an arrow, and it will be the Spring Festival in a flash.

Dongwan Village, like many places, calls the Spring Festival Nianguan.

The New Year is like passing the customs.

For many people, the year is a big mark.

It is said that a long, long time ago, Nian, was a man-eating beast, which was terrifying. In order to drive away the ferocious and man-eating "Nian Beast", every household will burn bamboo. The bamboo bursts in the fire, making a crackling sound, helping people to drive away the beasts.

Zhenhua felt that the Nian Beast still existed, and it was still causing fear and anxiety to people.

Because Zhenhua often hears others say: Children look forward to the New Year, and adults are afraid of the New Year.

Chinese New Year means festive, it means eating and drinking big fish and meat, it also means spending a lot of money, it means more frugality and hard work after the New Year, it means growth, it also means aging.

On the afternoon of the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, Qi Lei came to Zhenhua angrily, pulled Zhenhua aside when he entered the door, and said in a low voice: "Zhenhua, go, come with me to clean up someone!"

Zhenhua didn't take it seriously, and asked with a smile: "Didn't you go to clean up the old master?"

"Clean up the old master, and still use you to go out?" Qi Lei waved his arm and said angrily:

"It's Wang Yaoyan, the contractor of Xiaogezhuang, my mother, who owes me more than 300 yuan in wages, and she talks to me every day, but she doesn't give it. I'm going to kill him today, and if he doesn't give him money, I'll let him stop spending this year!"

Zhenhua frowned: "Do you really want to fight?"

Qi Lei glared: "What if I don't fight? That's all my hard-earned money! Moreover, I don't have a penny in my family, so I point to the 300 yuan for the New Year! If I can't get my salary, I won't be able to live this year." ”

Zhenhua was surprised, frowned and said, "Looking at the good cigarettes and wine you bought last time, I thought you were rich." You don't have any money at home, and you're still so wasteful?"

Qi Lei sighed: "No matter how poor you are, you can't lose face, you have to hold up your face, right? Poor people, they are already looked down upon, and if they shrink back again, won't they be even more looked down upon?"

"I don't understand your crooked reasoning!" Zhenhua glared at Qi Lei and said, "Okay, I'll accompany you to Xiaogezhuang and ask for the contractor." Killing people to pay off debts and pay back, I don't believe he dares to repay his debts!"

Qi Lei nodded and smiled: "It's interesting, but you have to change into sneakers, in case the fight starts, it's convenient." ”

Zhenhua thought about it, really took off the cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles, changed them into sneakers, and tied the shoelaces into dead bumps.

The two went out together, murderous, and ran to Xiaogezhuang.

More than two miles away, in the blink of an eye.

Xiaogezhuang is divided into two rows, and Wang Yaoyan's family lives in the west end of the front row.

Qi Lei and Zhenhua came from the back road of the village, bypassing the west end of the village, which is Wang Yaoyan's home.

"Zhenhua, in case of a fight, don't be soft. It's a big deal, I don't want these 300 yuan, give it to Wang Yaoyan for medical expenses!" Qi Lei was vicious, and he had already rolled up his sleeves.

"Okay, but it's for your business, you do it first. If he dares to fight back, I'm welcome!" Zhenhua said.

"One word is a certainty!" Qi Lei coughed twice, threw off his arms, held his head high, and walked to the door of Wang Yaoyan's house.