The next day, Yang Chengzhi got up early, today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, there are many things to be busy, and he did not change into new clothes for the New Year like the people in the village, but simply washed up and went to the backyard.

He first went to the simple restaurant and cooked a hearty meal for the group of friends in the backyard, and today the Chinese New Year's Eve also let them feel the joy of the New Year.

This group of big guys looked at the several big pots of things they liked that Yang Chengzhi made for them, and felt a little confused, Qi Qi was wondering if this master didn't sleep well last night, and why was it not the monotonous food that he ate in the past few days today, and suddenly became so rich.

How could Yang Chengzhi see what these guys were thinking, after distributing food to them, he washed his hands, and went to the fruit grove in the backyard to start practicing Tai Chi and Yin and Yang Five Elements Gong.

After practicing for more than an hour, feeling that the body was much lighter, and the air flow in the meridians in the body seemed to have increased a lot, Yang Chengzhi returned to the simple restaurant to boil a large pot of millet porridge for people, and after stir-frying a few small dishes, he sat at a table and thought about what dishes to cook at noon, at least a little more hearty in the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Just as he was lying on the table and listing the meals to be made at noon, the people in the family came to the restaurant one after another, and they all felt strange when they saw Yang Chengzhi lying on the table and writing something.

When they saw the pages on the table with most of the names of the dishes they had never seen before, they were amazed at who this guy was, and how to list most of the names of the dishes they had never heard of.

After eating, Yang Chengzhi took out a lot of big red paper and pen and ink from the warehouse, carried it into the living room, looked at the old man Wang Qiang sitting on the sofa and said: "Grandpa Wang, this year is the Chinese New Year's Eve, our yard has not yet Spring Festival, do you see if it is", he also drew a writing look in his hand.

Old man Wang scolded with a smile: "I knew that as soon as your kid came in and prepared something, I said that I had seen everything else, why didn't I see the Spring Festival couplets, it turned out to be to let my old bones exert their residual heat."

Yang Chengzhi smiled, "I'm not afraid that you won't use your pen for so long and forget the true meaning of those calligraphy, you can't distort my kindness."

A group of people drinking tea and chatting in the living room had black heads, and scolded in their hearts: This kid is too shameless, and this kid has to let others thank him, and only this kid dares to do this to these old men, and others don't dare to be scared to death.

Old Man Wang glared at him, his beard curled slightly, "You kid, don't I thank you for it."

"No, no, I'll give you the old grind", Yang Chengzhi smiled all over his face to please the old man.

"Make it clear to you, I write the couplet on the door and the blessing word on the door of the house, and you write the rest yourself, you are also a Chinese medicine doctor, and I don't believe that Old Man Yang didn't let you practice calligraphy with such good medical skills."

As soon as Yang Chengzhi heard that the old man asked him to write a pair, he hurriedly walked behind the old man Wang and beat the back of the old man Wang, "Grandpa Wang, you are also a member of the Yangcheng Calligraphy Association, how dare I shake off my level in front of your old man, you are old This is not making people laugh at me, you can just write it by hand, and it won't take long."

Old Man Wang smiled evilly, "If you don't write it, you say that I don't even care about the couplets on the door."

Seeing that the old man resolutely did not write, Yang Chengzhi had a bitter face, unfolded the big red paper he had embraced, and began to cut the style of the couplet.

With the help of these people, Yang Chengzhi was also a lot more relaxed, just folded the red paper out of the imprints and handed it to those people at home and his parents' generation to let them cut the couplet.

And he took a bodyguard out, moved back to a large dining table, moved the coffee table in the living room to the side, and used this large dining table instead of the desk to write pairs.

The old men in the living room laughed when they saw Yang Chengzhi and the table they had set up. "Lao Wang, you, a member of the Calligraphy Association, have been reduced to writing at the dining table."

Yang Chengzhi smiled, "Grandpa Wang, you will be here today, I will buy you a good desk in a few days, don't listen to grandparents and grandfathers to provoke the relationship between our grandparents and grandchildren."

Old Man Wang nodded, "That's it, we cultural people don't know as much as a group of illiterate people."

Those old men listened to the questions and answers of the pair of grandsons, and couldn't help but be speechless, originally to make fun of Old Man Wang, but they didn't want Old Man Wang to give the army a general......

Over there, Zuo Yuxia and the others also cut out the red paper for writing pairs, and Yang Chengzhi also poured the fragrant ink they brought over into a small bowl and put it on the edge of the dining table.

Old Man Wang sat there and pondered for a while, stood up and came to the dining table, stroked the red paper that Yang Chengzhi had already laid out with his hand, lifted the large wolf pen, pressed the edge of the red paper with his left hand, and pressed the wolf pen on the red paper.

Brush, brush, brush, wolf pen pen dragon snake, pen volley, pen change, no minute, a pair of Spring Festival couplets are written, the old man Wang put down the wolf pen, sighed, said to himself, "I haven't moved the pen for a long time, and my arms are a little stiff."

Yang Chengzhi looked at a pair of Spring Festival couplets on the dining table, and the couplet: auspicious light shines on the four seas, and the four seas are not old in spring. Downlink: Rui Qi is full of Kyushu, and Kyushu is happy and boundless. Horizontal batch: the country is rich and the people are strong.

Just these 28 words, the words are strong and powerful, the strength penetrates the back of the paper, and the strength is strong and graceful, which writes the voice of the old man Wang, and he hopes that the whole world will celebrate together, and the country will be rich and the people will be strong.

Yang Chengzhi stretched out his thumb to Old Man Wang, and couldn't help blurting out, "Grandpa Wang, good characters, if this is written on rice paper, it would be a good painting and calligraphy."

Old Man Wang smiled, "Don't be a sycophant, you kid, you should write the rest, I want to see your calligraphy level."

"Grandpa Wang, that kid, I'll get an axe in front of your boss and sacrifice my ugliness." As he spoke, Yang Chengzhi took a medium-sized wolf howl from the pen holder and stood in front of the dining table in thought.

The people in the living room saw that Yang Chengzhi really wanted to write a pair, and couldn't help but be curious, Mr. Wang is a calligrapher in China, they all know this, but Yang Chengzhi dares to write in front of the old man, what does this mean, it shows that Yang Chengzhi's calligraphy must also have a lot of attainments.

In fact, the reason why Yang Chengzhi dared to write the Spring Festival couplets was that he was also confident, starting from the beginning of his memory, in addition to letting him memorize the ancient medical books he treasured, he also asked him to copy those ancient books with a brush. The old man said at that time that as a Chinese medicine practitioner, if you can't write prescriptions with a brush, then you are not a real Chinese medicine practitioner.

For more than ten years, although his brush words cannot be said to be a party, they are also a little successful, in the words of Mr. Yang, "Your prescription written by the brush is at least not looked down upon by peers."

But he can't say what kind of level his brush writing is, but just now I read the couplet written by the old man Wang, which aroused the pride in Yang Chengzhi's heart, he now wants to show his ink treasure, and the old man is superior, he thinks that he is not as good as the old man, at least it will not be too bad, it is with this psychology that he dares to write the couplet.

When the people in the living room saw that Yang Chengzhi really wanted to write couplets, they all got up from the sofa and gathered around the dining table.

Standing at the dining table for a long time, the aura emanating from Yang Chengzhi's body suddenly changed, and the original lazy and lazy aura disappeared without a trace, replaced by an elegant and elegant atmosphere, making the onlookers seem to have entered a scholarly family.

Yang Chengzhi's eyes suddenly became sharp, his left hand stroked the paper, the wolf howl in his right hand dipped in ink, his arm did not move, he saw his wrist tremble, and his left hand pulled up the red paper on the dining table from time to time.

The aura that Old Man Wang exuded from Yang Chengzhi and the way he wrote couplets tightened in his heart, could this child have reached a certain realm.

In his casual conversation with his peers, he occasionally heard a respected calligrapher mention that if a person can exude an elegant atmosphere when writing and painting, it means that this person's calligraphy has been completed.

Mr. Wang also once asked this calligraphy master, and now there is that calligraphy master in Huaxia who has reached this realm, but that calligraphy master is indeed gloomy for a while, and told him that since Tang Bohu in the Ming Dynasty, he has never heard of such a calligraphy master there.

Just now he did feel the kind of aura that everyone said about calligraphy from Yang Chengzhi, but the old man didn't believe that this junior who knew medical skills could reach that kind of state.

Just when he was thinking about something, Yang Chengzhi also wrote a pair of twelve-character couplets, Yang Chengzhi glanced at the Spring Festival couplets written on the table, and felt very strange in his heart, why he hadn't written calligraphy for several years, and this calligraphy looked much stronger than before.

Yang Chengzhi's upper couplet writes that the spring breeze blows the world's kindness, and the first spring is always there, and the lower couplet: The rain sprinkles the earth, the loyal and the people are happy to live forever. Horizontal batch: hard work to get rich.

The handwriting style of Yang Chengzhi and Mr. Wang is completely different, if Mr. Wang's handwriting is a pot of spirits, then Yang Chengzhi's handwriting is a cup of sweet milk tea.

The handwriting of the old man Wang is open and closed, which is in line with the character of the old man Rong Ma all his life, and Yang Chengzhi's words are like wandering clouds, reflecting Yang Chengzhi's uninhibited and longing for freedom.

The people around the dining table all glanced at each other, their eyes were full of shock, Yang Chengzhi's handwriting is those of them who don't know calligraphy, and they also see the extraordinary, not to mention anything else, see this couplet written by Yang Chengzhi.

They have a feeling of living in a paradise, from which they can feel Yang Chengzhi's yearning for the simple and kind folk customs in the couplet.

At this time, they looked at Yang Chengzhi's eyes again, and completely changed, what kind of person is this guy, how come he has never heard that he can write calligraphy, but he has written this good handwriting, which is almost the same as the handwriting written by Mr. Wang, who is a member of the Calligraphy Association.