Once people have experienced a long period of busy life, they will be extremely uncomfortable when they are idle, and they will be at a loss when they have nothing to do.

No, the day after Cao Ming went home, he just rested for a long time, and he felt like he had lost the focus of his life, and he missed the busy and fulfilling life before.

A person made a circle in the village, and found that it was really difficult to play with those "same" children, that is, the three fats who used to have a very iron relationship, and they were happy when they talked about it.

Cao Ming's mental age is that of an adult, and he is really not interested in shouting with a circle of little children with fireworks and firecrackers, and happily looking for some bottles and cans to blow up.

Grandpa Cao saw his grandson alone in the house stuffy gourd, and quietly called Lilac over, saying that he asked Lilac to have any problems that he didn't understand, and came to ask for advice, but what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd Cao Ming could see at a glance.

This clove is also fake and cute, saying that it was to discuss and study, but it turned out that I didn't even take the book.

Cao Ming couldn't stand the big eyes of the lonely men and widows in the house, and the grandfather didn't pretend to pass by when he was silent, so he was speechless for a while, so he simply asked Lilac to go out with him.

Of course, Lilac was fine, and without saying a word, she pulled Cao Ming out of the house.

After falling on the road, Cao Ming found that there were many people coming and going.

Lilac saw his doubts:

"There are still a few days to go before the Chinese New Year's Eve, and they are busy shopping for New Year goods on the street, and now the market can be lively!"

Of course, Cao Ming heard that she wanted to join in the fun, so she pushed the boat down the river: "Okay, let's go to the market too."

Lilac cheered: "You wait for me, I'll go back and get the money."

Cao Ming grabbed this hot little girl: "What kind of money to take, what do you like to buy for you."

This Nizi is not polite: "Yes, you haven't been home for the past few days, and you must have made a lot of money, so I'm welcome."

In this Nizi's mind, the county seat is like a treasure of Alibaba, full of flowers, full of wine, and when you lift your feet, all you kick is gold.

The two walked and chatted, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the bazaar.

Sure enough, as Lilac said, this market is very lively, and I see that male and female veterans often come out with their families. People who have worked hard for a year are not stingy with their energy when the Spring Festival is approaching, walking around the bustling crowd, laughing and enjoying.

Some traditional Chinese New Year essentials decorate the streets with festive and prosperous looks, lanterns, couplets, and five blessings 、、、 dazzle pedestrians.

Cao Ming was infected, and his interest grew, and he also picked up the cloves left and right.

After walking around, I bought a few beautiful window flowers for Lilac, and I also bought two big red lanterns, but when Cao Ming picked out the couplet, he couldn't find anything satisfactory, either the font printing was problematic, or the content of the couplet was too cliché, and after a long time, he still didn't find what he was satisfied with.

The stall owner was about to be tortured by Cao Ming and went crazy, and his tone was unhappy: "When people come to buy, they don't have so many problems with you, aren't the couplets like this?" When we buy goods, they are all in the top of the best, little baby, if you really read a lot, I don't think you can buy it, just go back and write it yourself! ”

Lilac couldn't stand Cao Ming being so sarcastic, and was not angry: "If you write it yourself, you can write it yourself, my brother is better than you when he writes casually, let's not buy it here."

Cao Ming slapped his thigh: "That's right, it's really a word to wake up the dreamer!"

The stall owner thought that he had encountered something stupid, but experience told him that this small business was no fun, and he was not in vain, so he quickly waved them away.

Lilac pulled Cao Ming away and comforted: "Brother, don't be sad, they don't know how to do business, this couplet on the street, I don't believe you can't pick up a pair you like!"

Cao Ming grabbed Lilac, his mind jumped, and his eyes flashed: "Sister, do you want to make money with your brother?"

Lilac was not interested, simply: "I don't want to"

Cao Ming was embarrassed, coughed a few times, and continued to guide: "You don't want to buy beautiful clothes yourself?" Don't want to buy your own beautiful hairpin? Don't want to......? ”

"Of course I want to, but brother, aren't you rich, you can buy it for me."

Cao Ming was speechless, and was about to give up lobbying, but Ding Xiang said: "But as long as I'm with you, I like it whether I make money or not."

Cao Ming couldn't help but roll his eyes: "You still have a conscience."

Cao Ming is a man who does what he says, and when he turned around, he took Shang Xuemei to the commissary next to the school to buy a lot of pen and ink.

Lilac waited until she got the different models of wolf hair before she came back to her senses: "Brother, you don't really want to write couplets 、、、、, do you?"

Cao Ming knew that it was a bit difficult to explain this, so he touched Lilac's head and stared at her eyes: "Do you believe my brother?"

This girl didn't know why, she suddenly got up embarrassed, blushing and panting, and her tone was even a little shy:

"Believe, I believe everything my brother says!"

"Okay, it's easy for my sister to believe me, don't ask, just count the money when the time comes."

Lilac frowned and nodded.

Cao Ming asked for two large jars of thick ink, but when he was about to buy some more red paper, he found that the inventory in this store was not enough at all.

Cao Ming and Lilac ran a few more stores before they bought enough quantity.

Cao Ming took local materials, bought a long table at the farmers' market, and walked around with Lilac for a long time with tools, and finally found a place to live.

Now the management of the market is far from the future norms, basically the quality of the stall depends on their own seats, plus the village has many households, knows how to be careful, there are some rich vegetables and fruits in the general field, nothing to go back to the market to set up a stall, in exchange for a few cash can also buy some candy and cake for the children or something, so this kind of market buy things more people, sell things more people, and it is really not good to find a stall seat for leisure.

Cao Ming just came up and obediently bowed to the wharf, one of the stalls on both sides of the adjacent side was selling appliqués and blessings, and the other was selling peanuts and melon seeds.

After Cao Ming said hello, real money bought dozens of things at the two stalls, so that the two "neighbors" smiled at Cao Ming.

The stall owner was a man in his forties, with a big waist and a thick waist, very strong, and he spoke with a boldness commensurate with his physique.

He saw that the two little babies of a man and a woman were playing beside him for a long time, and he didn't hold back his curiosity, and took the initiative to talk: "What are you doing here?" Selling red paper? Or sell pen and ink? ”

Lilac tone pride:

"My brother writes a couplet!"

As soon as these words came out, not only this man, but also some people passing by couldn't help but laugh.

As we all know, this calligraphy is no better than other calligraphy, it can be said to be the most skillful one, there is not enough confidence and heat, and it is easy to dare not take it out for appreciation, let alone sell it for money.

A little hairy child who has not dried up dares to sell words on the street? And it's the Spring Festival couplets, this kind of customer will not be easily ambiguous.

Seeing that Cao Ming had bought a lot of things from him just now, Dahan couldn't bear to say some mean words, laughed a few times, and said:

"Little baby, your idea is very good, but it's not practical, in this way, uncle and I set up a stall next to you is also fate, you can write a copy to me later, and uncle will open a show for you."

Cao Ming smiled and thanked him, but his eyes rolled, and he didn't write in a hurry, but asked, "What's the uncle's surname?"

People who watched the excitement saw that they encountered something new, and gathered around to see the excitement.

The man didn't know why, but he replied quickly: "Hu, Hu Zhenguo."

Cao Ming took the pen that had just been soaked, dipped it in black ink, thought for a while, and said softly: "There is"

After speaking, spread out the red paper and raise the wrist to open the pen.

There was a retired old teacher in the fresh crowd, who was still on the side with the intention of watching jokes at first, but when Cao Ming's pen was full of ink, his eyes flashed, and he sighed.

Other people don't know the subtlety, but the layman looks at the excitement, it can be seen that the old teacher who is quite famous in ten miles and eight towns has a few points of high opinion of the little hairy child in front of him.

Cao Ming's couplet is very down-to-earth:

The Hu family has a good reputation, and there is no need to say much, just eat and drink;

There is no threshold for Zhenguo food, so why sit for a long time, although greeting.

Although the man who sells food doesn't know anything about calligraphy appreciation, let alone Hengfeng into the pen, silkworm tail and the like, he instinctively feels that the things written by this little baby look comfortable and upright, at least it looks better than the couplets printed in batches on those stalls.

After Cao Ming finished writing, Boss Hu read it aloud, and after reading it, he smacked his mouth and pretended to touch the sample, and found that he really couldn't think of any words of evaluation in his head, so he could only clapped his hands vigorously: "The joint is well written, and the words are good!"

Little Master, I'm talking nonsense, I bought this couplet, you give a price. ”

It was still the name of the little baby just now, but now it has changed to the little master. No matter how many years have passed, Chinese still have a certain amount of respect for groups such as literate people and readers, although this respect is now diluted to the point of no return.

Cao Ming rolled his eyes at Lao Hu in his heart: Your name is written in this couplet, who will you sell if you don't sell it?

The onlookers chatted with each other, and a few people with ink in their stomachs stared left and right, and saw a little way:

The font written by this baby is not Yan Feiliu, and it is completely a wild road......

Before he finished speaking, the retired old teacher stepped forward at the right time and said:

"Little boss, write me a copy too."

A few people who had been busy looking for faults in this word before saw this posture and immediately shut up with amusement. Since Teacher Feng has opened this mouth, it is also an affirmation of this little baby's words.

Cao Ming's heart was bright, and he only felt that the old man with gray temples in front of him was not ordinary, at least his status in the hearts of the villagers was not low, but he had been boarding and going to school outside all the year round and did not know this old man.

Cao Ming asked politely: "What are the requirements of the uncle?"

The old man smiled warmly and said in a kind tone: "You are free to play, just be festive"

Cao Ming didn't dare to show off too much in front of the connoisseurs, and he didn't cleverly shake the surnames of others into them, thought about it, and directly wrote a more neutral couplet.

The old man patiently waited for the pen and ink wind, and without waiting for Cao Ming's reminder, he took the initiative to take out five yuan and handed it to the cloves on the side.

Cao Ming's eyebrows jumped.

This old man did this, basically helping Cao Ming set a price in disguise.

A couplet of five yuan was quite high at that time, like the couplets sold wholesale by other stalls, that is, the maximum size and the largest font size were about the same price.

There was a young man who couldn't hold back: "This baby's words are really worth five yuan?"

The old man held the couplet tied with cloves, still as warm as ever, but he didn't answer directly, "How did that sentence come about?" Eclectic talents!

It's not that this couplet is worth five, it's that I only have five dollars left in my pocket now、、、"

The onlookers roared.

For the words of the elderly, there are those who understand and those who don't, and the interesting thing is that many people who don't understand pretend to understand, and many who understand begin to pretend not to understand.

Several clever people waited for Teacher Feng to leave, and stepped forward: "According to Teacher Feng's specifications, give us a whole pair, oh, this is five yuan, we all saw it just now, and Teacher Feng is at this price, it can't be raised."