After breakfast, the fire was lit peacefully, and Canghai began to make paste to prepare for the Spring Festival couplets and window flowers. Although there is a paste on the market that sells a bottle for a few dollars, that thing is not used at all, and if you want the Spring Festival couplets to stick firmly, you have to use your own paste. Anyway, it's not difficult, the ingredients are flour and water, and it is boiled in the pot, and the countryside does this, so the villagers don't spend this money to buy paste.

Canghai and Ping'an made paste, Shi Wei went back to the house and took out the Spring Festival couplets and window flowers she bought, and placed them on the ground in the house, planning which door should be pasted which Spring Festival couplets should be pasted, and which window flowers should be pasted on which window.

Xu Xiaomin and Qi Yue helped next to Shi Wei, and Qi Feng, who had finished eating, pushed the rice bowl and carried a pot of boiling water with Qu Guowei and Xu Sheng, and each took his own purple sand pot to the activity room in the east of the village to play.

As for Mengmeng, the little girl, as soon as Xue stopped eating, she took the iron head and slippery head to go to Xiaohu and other friends to play, and there were four or five more children in the village, which was a few more playmates for Mengmeng, and a few little guys got together and went crazy to lift the roof of the house.

"Is the paste ready?" Fang Wu came over and urged again.

Canghai replied: "Okay, okay!"

He lifted the lid of the pot and put the prepared paste into three small bowls, each with a brush, and then motioned for Fang Wu to come over and serve a bowl.

Fang Wu took a bowl of paste and ran out of the kitchen quickly.

When Canghai and Ping'an went out with the paste, they found that Shi Wei and his gang had already begun to paste the Spring Festival couplets at the door of the kiln in the bedroom of the two.

Shi Wei and Qi Yue each had a long bench, each holding a Spring Festival couplet and drawing on both sides of the kiln door, while Xu Xiaomin was standing four or five meters away from the kiln door, responsible for watching the Spring Festival couplets Qi Qi. As for Fang Wu, this kid is standing on the ground with a paste, doing chores very dogged, and he is the eunuch standing next to the master in the Qing palace drama.

Shi Wei turned her head and saw Canghai and Ping'an coming out, and immediately said, "You guys go and post the door over there."

When Qi Yue heard this, he immediately said to Fang Wu: "What are you doing stupidly, hurry up and take out a few Spring Festival couplets in the study and send them to Canghai!"

When Fang Wu heard this, he immediately put the paste in his hand on the windowsill and trotted into the kiln.

Qi Yue watched Fang Wu enter the kiln, and still muttered in his mouth: "This person doesn't have any eyes at all, and he knows that he is standing stupidly with a paste, like a piece of wood."

Xu Xiaomin couldn't listen to it anymore, and said to Qi Yue: "How can you talk about the New Year!"

Qi Yue didn't reply, pouted and raised his hand up slightly: "Is this okay?"

"Move it a little more than two centimeters to the left, and the Spring Festival couplets in your hand are a little closer to the door frame," Xu Xiaomin said.

Seeing that Qi Yue moved the Spring Festival couplets in his hand, Xu Xiaomin nodded and said, "Okay!"

The position of the Spring Festival couplets was right, Shi Wei and Qi Yue began to paste them, and at this time, Fang Wu also walked out with a roll of Spring Festival couplets and handed them to Canghai.

Canghai and Ping'an came to the door of the study, put the Spring Festival couplets and window flowers on the windowsill, and began to paint two points on the brick wall, so that they could stick the Spring Festival couplets later.

The two of them were preparing when they suddenly heard footsteps behind them.

Canghai turned his head and saw Wei Wenkui walking towards him, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Uncle Wei, have all the Spring Festival couplets in your house been pasted?"

"No, aren't you going to ask Uncle Xu, Uncle Qu to write two pairs, it's better to buy than to write with charm, and the two old people are good, so I won't be ugly myself this year" Wei Wenkui said with a smile, and then opened his mouth and asked: "Uncle Xu, what about Uncle Qu?"

The names Xu Bo and Qu Bo do not represent generations, but the villagers call them with Canghai, and it is just a polite honorific title if you don't try to rank the seniors, otherwise Wei Wenkui will call it so, and it would be inappropriate for Canghai to call it that. This word represents respect and closeness, and it has little to do with the age of the generation.

Canghai listened to Wei Wenkui's words and joked with a smile: "Uncle Wei, you are really economical, Xu Bo and Qu Bo wrote Spring Festival couplets for you, have you spent any money, no matter how bad the ink treasure of the two of them is, they will have to pay hundreds of times the price of the Spring Festival couplets on the market!"

Xu Sheng and Qu Guowei are both people in their own industries, and writing a word or something must be sought after, not to mention whether they can sell it past the current calligrapher or something, it is estimated that it is not difficult to wait for one or two thousand characters.

Wei Wenkui arrived well, and directly asked the two old men to write Spring Festival couplets for their own family, and they were ready to be an iron rooster like this, not a dime!

Sure enough, Wei Wenkui said with a smile: "Uncle Qu and Uncle Xu agreed two days ago, not only my family, but also several of them have to write, and we don't dare to let the two elders write all of them, each family should write one or two doors to answer the scene, by the way, are they not there?"

In the past, everyone's Spring Festival couplets were written, but now most people's Spring Festival couplets are bought, and the custom of writing Spring Festival couplets has gradually changed a little because of the discovery of the times.

Canghai replied: "After eating, I went to the east of the village to go to Toulang, not here."

"Oh!" Hearing Cang Hai say this, Wei Wenkui threw down a sentence: "Then you guys are busy, I'll go find them."

After speaking, he took the red paper under his armpit and walked in the direction of the east end of the village.

Canghai looked at Wei Wenkui's back, thought for a moment and asked Ping'an, "By the way, is there any red paper at home?"

Ping An scratched his head and said with a confused face: "How do I know this, you have to ask your sister-in-law!"

Canghai asked Shi Wei again.

Shi Wei didn't know what Canghai meant, this was about to go to fish for it when she saw the cheap, so she said with a smile: "Let's not bother Uncle Qu and Uncle Xu, the two old men also spent energy on writing the couplet, and besides, didn't our family buy it!"

"Can you buy the same, this is printed by the machine, and people are writing it, no, I have to take advantage of this cheapness, and the benefits can't be swallowed by others!"

Canghai said as he walked down from the bench he was stepping on, went into the house to find the red paper, and flipped through his study for a while, but he didn't find the red paper. I didn't expect this one, how could Canghai have this thing at home, there are a lot of white paper and printer paper, but unfortunately it can't be used.

"No?" Ping'an saw the second brother come out of the study empty-handed, so he opened his mouth and asked.

"No, I won't post this door first, I'll go over and take a look," Canghai said, raising his feet and walking towards the east end of the village.

Qi Yue saw Canghai's back and shouted, "You don't even want to rub the red paper against others, right?"

"Can't you?" Cang Haitou said without replying, and then raised his speed and trotted towards the east end of the village.

When I arrived at the east end of the village, Canghai took a look, oh! There are so many people, no wonder when Canghai posted the Spring Festival couplets, the third uncle's family and Li Licheng's grandfather's house had no movement, and everyone was waiting here for the two old men to write the Spring Festival couplets.

"So many people?" Canghai squeezed to the front of the small kang table on the kang with a shy face, and stretched his head to look at the two old men who each occupied a small kang table to write Spring Festival couplets.

Cang Henan, this kid has come back, and when he saw Canghai squeezing forward with his empty hands, this kid complained: "I said second brother, you have to talk about the first come, then come, the big guys are queuing, you will squeeze forward as soon as you arrive." Pay attention to the quality".

Canghai turned around and raised his foot, making a gesture to kick this kid, but this kid was too clever, and he jumped to the side before Canghai's foot was raised.

"Push me again, when you talk about your girlfriend at school, I won't sponsor your funds," Canghai said jokingly.

Cang Henan immediately said with a shy face: "And this good thing, then second brother, sit down, if you are thirsty, I will pour you a glass of water?"

Syllable!

Before Cang Henan's words were finished, he slapped Li Liren's second grandfather behind him, and the old man's hand was not a joke with Cang Henan, a junior.

"It's really unproductive!" Li Liren said with a smile.

"Why don't you sponsor it too?" Cang Henan rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile.

"Fuck off!" Li Liren said with a laugh.

Canghai didn't care about Canghenan at this time, but set his sights on Qu Guowei and Xu Sheng, who were writing Spring Festival couplets.

Although Canghai writes badly, but because the teacher Guan Qidong likes these very much, he waves it from time to time, and sticks it or something, and every time he has a proud handwriting, he has to show off with his proud disciples, so Canghai still has a certain level of calligraphy appreciation.

Qu Guowei's words are thin and strong, the pen is like a knife, every word seems to be strong through the back of the paper, and Xu Sheng's words are obviously higher than Qu Guowei, simple and natural, thick and steady, without edge but like an ancient pine standing on the paper, the momentum is majestic, pure and vivid.

"Good words!" Canghai couldn't help but praise.

Hearing the good words, Xu Sheng raised his head and pulled the glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at Canghai, and pushed the glasses again without saying a word, and continued to concentrate on writing the couplet.

The two old men wrote solemnly, and the people in the kiln were less noisy, and the whole room watched the two old men write quietly, the less one was a pair, and the more were only two pairs, and the old man wrote smoothly, so the progress of writing the Spring Festival couplets was very fast.

In addition to the Spring Festival couplets, there are also blessing words or something, the two old men don't know whether they are deliberately showing off or what, just this blessing word has written no less than a dozen styles. The people in the kiln were all sycophants, and they couldn't stop praising the two old men for their knowledge.

"What are you going to write and translate yourself"

Seeing Canghai stretching out his head and looking at the red paper of someone else's house on the table, Qu Guowei was a little overwhelmed, and threw the two couplets on the small table to Canghai in the live broadcast, and asked Canghai to pick the Spring Festival couplets.

"This, who still has red paper?"

"You kid don't want us to stick red paper for you, do you?" Qu Guowei was amused by Canghai's appearance.

Li Liren said: "Why don't I let you have a pair? These things are all bought, where will there be more, even if there are more, it is the leftovers to write a small blessing word or something, where can it be used to write Spring Festival couplets."

Canghai heard it and thought about it, a group of old men in the village are all living with their fingers crossed, maybe a few families are all counted, and it is impossible for you to expect them to buy the surplus.

If you don't see the words of the two old men, it's okay, but when you see the words of the old man Xu Sheng, Canghai really likes it, no matter what, you have to mix it up.

After a second glance, Canghai found that there was a roll of rice paper for testing ink in the middle of the two old men, and he was overjoyed, and a good idea suddenly popped out of his mind.

"Uncle Xu, what do you think I do to you?" Cang Hai sat on the edge of the kang with a smile, and stretched out his hand to pretend to refill the teacup that was almost full in front of Xu Sheng.

"Lao Xu, you have to be smart, this kid is not well-intentioned" Qu Guowei put away the pen at this time, and said with a laugh when he saw Canghai's appearance.

Xu Sheng raised his head and glanced at Canghai: "If you have something to say, if you have a fart, let it go!"

"Hey, then I said, I see that your old handwriting is really good, so I want to ask for a painting to hang in my study, I am not greedy, you will write me a "Burrow Ming" Canghai said with a shy face.

Hearing Canghai's shameless words, Xu Sheng was suddenly happy: "Everyone writes Spring Festival couplets, you want a piece of writing directly, do you want me to put a stamp or something?"

"That's naturally better," Canghai said with a smile.

Qu Guowei said: "Where is your house a burrow, the best house in the village is yours, and you still hang a copy of "Burrow" in the study, don't you think your face hurts enough?"

Canghai was right when he thought about it, so he opened his mouth and said: "Then give me a change of "Ai Lian Said" to show my noble conduct."

"You kid is not afraid of the wind flashing to his tongue!" Xu Sheng was directly angry.

"You just say whether to write or not, if you don't write, you will have a small porridge and pickles in the future!" Canghai looked at Xu Sheng with a smile.

Xu Sheng laughed when he heard this and said, "You cowardly boy! Forget it, for the sake of eating so many meals at your house, I'll write you a picture!"

Qu Guowei moved his gaze to himself again when he saw Canghai, so he had to smile bitterly: "I'll also write a picture, it's considered food money!"

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