Towards evening, there was a chaotic sound of doors banging in the village, and the adults shouted at the babies to work. At this time, it is time for every household to paste the Spring Festival couplets.

In front of every house, there are adults and babies standing. The baby cub is responsible for serving the batter basin, smearing the paste on the door face, and taking into account to check whether the Spring Festival couplets are properly posted. The adults stepped on the stool and stepped on the ladder to be responsible for carefully posting it, and from time to time they turned their heads to ask the cubs on the ground, whether the Spring Festival couplets were properly pasted or not.

There are playful cubs who are perfunctory, so they nod their heads indiscriminately. When the adults came down, they took a closer look. When the sticker is correct, he smiled with satisfaction, waved at the cub and said, let's play, don't miss going home early to eat dumplings. The Spring Festival couplets were posted crookedly, and the adults immediately kicked the buttocks of the cub who was looking east and west, and scolded with horizontal eyebrows, eyes, don't you hurry up and tear it off, go to your Zhenshu master's house and beg for a letter.

Beat and beat, but there was no cursing in the past. This is the Spring Festival season, don't dare to have swear words come out of your mouth, affecting the good luck of the whole year. Only a mouth full of good words and auspicious words are the unified standard words in this festival.

The cubs knew that they had caused trouble, so they rushed into Zhenshu's house with a puff of smoke, shouting loudly, "Master, master, write another pair for my family." Zhenshu knew that another person's Spring Festival couplets had been destroyed. Or there are sloppy people who come to the time to post the Spring Festival couplets, only to find that their pair of paper is still hidden at home, and they need to find him to write quickly.

In Xinghua Village for decades, writing Spring Festival couplets in large characters for the villagers has become a patent for Zhenshu. It's not that he likes to write, but he has to be. Looking at the thousands of people in Xinghua Village, who can still hold the brush stick, and who can still write the brush words that are either neat or dancing with dragons and phoenixes. Only Li Zhenshu can, and he is the only one who can do it.

Every time the Spring Festival is approaching, it is the time when Zhenshu is very busy. He always called out to the babies and cubs from home, and riveted him to sharpen the inkstone. Grind out half a basin of ink and carefully place it in the pot house. A few large, medium, and small brushes sent by the village collective for free were prepared, and the woman was asked to clean the big eight immortal tables and place them in the hall. He sat in the house all day long, waiting for the villagers to bring him a pair of red papers, splashing ink and writing couplets. For this reason, the village collective has to pay him a certain amount every year, which can be regarded as a reward for his labor.

Zhenshu's Spring Festival stall will be placed until the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, until the time when the family has their farewell dinner.

At this time, Zhenshu waited for those who needed to come to the door to write, while stealing time to help his family with the preparations for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Every year for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, more than a dozen people from the Four Seasons, Four Joys, and Four Directions have to go to Zhenshu's house to eat. And they had to keep the New Year together until the middle of the night before returning to their respective homes to sleep. When the day was still unknown, he rushed to rush again, and rushed to the time when the whole village had not gotten up to put the whip, and rushed to issue the paper and release the whip. This is called grabbing the jackpot, which indicates the good luck of the whole village in a year, and they all call their own family to take the lead. Therefore, every year on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the first cannon sounds, no one needs to ask, and it always comes from the courtyard of Zhenshu's house. Slowly, the firecrackers of the whole village were brought out.

In and out of the pot house, orchids, osmanthus and Zhenshu women. They are washing up stir-fried vegetables and preparing for the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet. The yard is swaying with the figures of the four seasons and a group of their own cubs, hurrying to clean up the courtyard of their hometown. [End of Chapter]