Changle Village and Feng Dao's tomb are only separated by a hill, and you can see Changle Village under the hill when you turn over, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk.

"Xiao Ding just came here, he is not familiar with our village, and you will gradually become familiar with it in the future, oops, Lao Chai, you go, there will be red and white ceremonies in the village, who will write?"

"Alas, the order from above has come down, and I want to go back to the bureau, no, I sent Xiao Ding, and it is also from our bureau, and it will be his business to write for the red and white ceremonies in the village in the future." Lao Chai looked back at Ding Changlin, who was following behind him, and said.

Ding Changlin didn't squeak, he was just looking at the village, looking from here, the village was still very beautiful, and the village was surrounded by hillsides, and the hillsides were terraced fields.

"Xiaoding, how are we here, don't look at the people now, in the spring, and in the autumn, there are a lot of people who come here to take pictures, all of them are shooting those terraces, and I don't know what to shoot, we look at it every day, and we can't see anything good." Secretary Feng said.

"It's good, it's good-looking." Ding Changlin nodded and said.

"Hahaha, Xiao Ding, when you are familiar with this place, you will like it here, there are still many big girls in the village who are not married, and there are also a few beautiful little widows staying at home, if you have the ability, just go and tease, if something happens, I will carry it for you, by the way, are you married?" Secretary Feng is a bold person, how old have we only met for a while, and such jokes dare to be made.

Lao Chai glanced back at Ding Changlin, he didn't see any expression on Ding Changlin's face, he didn't know anything about Ding Changlin, so he didn't talk deeply, but only one thing was clear, this Ding Changlin was not treated by the bureau at all, otherwise he wouldn't be assigned here.

Ding Changlin's hometown is rural, so it is not unusual for the countryside at all, if nothing else, the village cadres of each village, especially the village director or the branch secretary's family, must be the best in the construction of the whole village, this seems to be the way it should be, to be a village cadre, they all have some family background, and no one is willing to take care of you if you are poor and white.

From afar, I saw a high gatehouse with red lanterns hanging on it, light bulbs lit in broad daylight, a few children playing at the door, and Secretary Feng's family had a lot of people, all of whom were villagers from this village to help.

With the help of these people, Secretary Feng has time to go to Shanbao to ask Lao Chai, otherwise he will not have time to go out.

As soon as they saw Secretary Feng and Lao Chai coming, both standing and sitting greeted each other, it seems that Lao Chai is indeed very well-connected here, Ding Changlin hid behind, and wanted to eat for nothing, and went back to cook.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone have long been served, and everyone has made way for Lao Chai, and the door is pasted with happy couplets, including the wedding card sent to the in-laws, and the invitation card to the village with the gift, all of which need to be written by Lao Chai.

Lao Chai glanced back at Ding Changlin, this guy shrank behind and watched the master who was cooking in the yard practicing knife work.

"Xiao Ding, come on, come here." Lao Chai shouted.

Ding Changlin knew that he couldn't hide, so he walked over.

"You will inevitably trouble Secretary Feng in the future, or will you express it now?" Lao Chai said.

Ding Changlin suddenly said: "Yes, yes, I forgot about it."

After speaking, he took out 200 yuan from his wallet and wanted to give a gift, but he didn't expect to be stopped by Secretary Feng, and said: "You don't have to be a gift, I know that you civil servants have those few dead salaries every month, and you have to support your family.

"Secretary Feng, you see, I took it out, why don't you take it as an example?" Ding Changlin said, he also saw that this place is almost five kilometers away from the town, and a radius of several miles is the closest to this Changle Village, if it has a bad relationship with this village, then he can really only stay in the cemetery on the other side of the mountain.

"No, no, no, you can't make an exception, Lao Chai asked you to say that it wasn't for you to pay for it, it was for you to write, right, Lao Chai?"

"Yes, I can't afford to pay for it, Xiaoding, come, you write, there are your benefits." Lao Chai handed the brush in his hand to Ding Changlin.

He originally just meant it, but he didn't expect Ding Changlin to really take it, he was stunned at first, and said with a smile: "Secretary Feng, I will hand over the matter of writing to Xiao Ding in the future."

Secretary Feng didn't expect Ding Changlin to really take the brush, someone over there had already cut the paper, and those auspicious words were written on a piece of paper, just copy it once, but write it on the red paper with a brush, that is Xilian.

Ding Changlin looked at the length and width of the paper, and then looked at the number of words of Xilian, the brush reached into the ink bottle and stirred, and the people at the scene gradually quieted down, they didn't know what this young man was doing, where he came from, and how did he rob Lao Chai's work?

Ding Changlin dared to take over the pen, that is confident, four years of college, when his classmates played for four years, he didn't even have a girlfriend, but he gave his spare time to calligraphy, because he took calligraphy in his freshman year, and since then he has practiced calligraphy with the teacher in the university for four years.

Don't be polite, if you don't show your hand again, you will be embarrassed to eat this meal. Another important reason is that he is depressed these days, and the grievances in his heart have nowhere to be complained, and calligraphy is the best way to resolve them, and it can also calm himself down.

Therefore, when the brush in his hand was lifted from the ink bottle, there was a kind of momentum on his body, which others could not feel, but Ding Changlin himself could feel it, so the pen walked away from the dragon and snake, so a happy couplet was swept away.

At the beginning, Lao Chai was still thinking about how to evaluate Ding Changlin's font later, but after Ding Changlin finished writing, Lao Chai's open mouth was a little closed, and he didn't know how to evaluate it.

"Xiao Ding, you can, this is Yan Ti, oops, Yan Ti has practiced to this point, and you can't write like this without three or two years of hard work." Lao Chai praised from the bottom of his heart.

"I practiced in college for four years, and although I was very busy after that, I didn't put it down, and when I had nothing to do, it was a pastime, and I haven't written for a long time." While talking to Lao Chai, Ding Changlin finished writing the rest of the couplets and invitations, this kind of dual-purpose ability also made Lao Chai breathtaking, with such a ability, why was he assigned here to guard the tomb?

The doubts in Lao Chai's heart deepened.

"Good ......" Secretary Feng shouted on the side, and the applause came and went, and after Ding Changlin finished writing, he threw the brush on the table, feeling a lot more comfortable.