After a small episode, nothing else happened, but by the time Wei Lai finished the basket of meat, it was not too early.

Wei Lai carried the half-basket in return, he was in a good mood, and he talked and laughed with He Zhi all the way, but he seemed to be as close and casual as he had never been.

The two of them delivered meat from near and far, and by the time the last one was delivered, it was almost at the other end of the town. When I came back, it was faster to walk from the only street in town, not to mention that the New Year was approaching, and this street was also lively.

Sure enough, the streets, which had been depressed for a long time in winter, regained their vitality and prosperity. As Wei Lai and the others walked all the way, they saw that there were many street stalls, and the merchants carrying burdens could be seen everywhere, and there were so many pedestrians on the street that it was almost doubtful that the whole town had run out.

Miss He rarely looked around with great interest, and everything was really fresh.

Most of the stalls today are New Year's goods, and most of the customers are preparing for the New Year, but He Zhi has seen such a scene for the first time. Her family is naturally going to celebrate the New Year, but it is not her turn to intervene in the matter, that is, if she wants to go out of the house before the New Year's Festival, she will also be rejected by Mrs. He because of the cold weather.

Wei Lai saw that He Zhi was interested in these, so he slowed down his pace and introduced He Zhi to all kinds of New Year's goods on the street as he walked. Not to mention, although Miss He is well-read and knowledgeable, but the identity of everyone's lady also determines that she sometimes does not distinguish between grains and grains, and she really doesn't know everything on the street, so it is naturally better to have Wei Lai on the side to explain.

The two talked and laughed and walked through most of the street, Miss He occasionally took a fancy to some interesting little things, and then before she could speak, General Wei, who had rarely lit up the skill of observing words and colors, would take the initiative to help her buy it.

Walking down this half of the street, there were four or five more things in Wei Lai's back basket. Fortunately, He Zhi herself is a self-made person, and she doesn't have the problem of wanting to buy everything like many young ladies, otherwise the money Wei Lai brought with him today may not be enough to pay the bill.

When he was about to reach the end of the street, Wei Lai glanced at a stall selling red paper. This kind of stall is not common on the street, because there are not many people in the town who can read and write, and most of the people who buy red paper also have to □□, and those who can't write really can't do this business. Wei came down the street, and this was the first stall to sell red paper.

Think about the windswept and dilapidated Spring Festival couplets at the door of your house, which naturally need to be replaced before the New Year.

Wei Lai had an idea in his heart, pointed to the stall and smiled at He Zhi: "In previous years, my family's Spring Festival couplets were bought, and this year, I don't know if I am lucky enough to ask Jin Rui to write for me?" ”

The New Year is approaching, and the small courtyard of the Wei family is busy, and even the coachman who has the most no sense of zài has been pulled by Aunt Wei to help move things in the past two days, but only He Zhi is always idle and has nothing to do. She was so depressed that she couldn't do it anymore, not only did she not refuse, but she smiled and squinted: "Since Ah came to invite her, there is nothing to do." ”

I think He Zhi was also quite famous in Beijing back then, but unfortunately she was overpowered by the name of "Kefu", which made people forget her name as a talented woman. Just lifting a pen and writing a few words, naturally it will not be difficult for her, and if she doesn't say anything else, she doesn't believe that there is anyone in this town who can write better than her.

With He Zhi's affirmation, Wei Lai was also in a good mood, so he happily went to the stall to buy a few pieces of red paper, and by the way, he declined the boss's ghostwriting. It's just that at the end, I remembered the dilemma that I couldn't even find a pen because no one was literate at home before, so I could only lead He Zhi back and went to the only study in the town that sold pen and ink to buy pen and ink.

After these tosses, it is getting late. In winter, the white Japan is not long, and by the time Wei Lai carried a basket of things on his back and led He Zhi back to the Wei family's small courtyard, the sky had already darkened.

"This time flies so fast, it's getting dark, it seems that the Spring Festival couplets can only wait until tomorrow to write." Wei Lai looked up at the sky and said with regret.

The town of Changning is so remote that almost all the people in the town follow the original rules of sunrise and sunset, and even if it gets dark early in winter, few people work under the oil lamp. The oil lamps of the Wei family naturally can't shine as bright as day, and the oil smoke is still heavy, so don't let Miss He toss, so as not to hurt your eyes and be smoked.

Wei Lai was well-intentioned, and He Zhi naturally would not refuse, and nodded in response.

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Writing a couplet is really nothing to He Zhi.

Early the next morning, Xi Qiu set things up, and He Zhi wrote a few couplets and blessing characters with a pen and a cup of tea, and pasted Wei's house inside and out, which really added a bit of joy.

He Zhi's characters were taught by He Shangshu himself, and Juan Xiu is also self-contained. Although Aunt Wei doesn't know how to appreciate words, she can always see the beauty and ugliness, He Zhi just finished writing and praised her again and again, beckoning Wei Lai and immediately posted it.

So the next day, He Zhi was busy.

Changning Town is not big, the neighbors are naturally familiar with each other, and the relationship is not bad, yesterday Wei came out to deliver meat, and the Wei family's neighbors were all successful. Today, when these neighbors went out, they saw the Spring Festival couplets written by He Zhi, and when they looked back at their own, they felt that they were a little out of sight, so before they waited for noon, one or two of them came to the door with things to ask for words.

In the capital, the words of these ladies are actually very rare, although they are famous, but calligraphy and painting and other things are only circulated in a small area. This kind of thing is written as a Spring Festival couplet and pasted outside the gate, which naturally does not happen in the capital, but a small town like Changning Town naturally does not have so many concerns, so they come to the door one by one to beg.

When Xi Qiu saw this situation, he was a little unhappy in his heart. In fact, when He Zhi wrote the Spring Festival couplets, she didn't agree with it, because if this matter was known to Lord Shangshu - if the coachman was there, Lord Shangshu would definitely know - she would have to be disciplined and punished.

Helplessly, Miss He has been too idle recently, and she was afraid that she would ruin the neighborhood relationship of the Wei family after refusing, so she finally agreed, and wrote I don't know how many couplets and blessing characters - Xi Qiu only had to think about the words of her young lady on the outdoor surface of every household in Changning Town, and she felt that the whole person was not good, as if she had seen the black face of Lord Shangshu.

As unhappy as Xi Qiu, there was Wei Lai, she didn't have so many worries, she just saw He Zhi holding a pen and kept writing, afraid that she would be tired. It's a pity that his handwriting is too ugly, and it is not as good as the writing of the Spring Festival couplets sold on the street, and it is estimated that no one can see it.

Perhaps, it is time for her to listen to the words of the marshal and practice her words well? And right now, there is just the most suitable person who can teach her......

Wei Lai leaned against the door frame with his hands on his chest, and his eyes fell on He Zhi's face that was full of seriousness when he lifted the pen.

Because He Zhi's visitors did not refuse, this writing was an afternoon, and when Wei Lai found that some unfamiliar people began to run towards her house, he decisively closed the courtyard door, and ignored how people outside knocked on the door.

Seeing Wei Lai's behavior like this, Xi Qiu's face finally improved. It was He Zhi, who also said with some self-deprecation: "I don't know when I became so popular." ”

He Zhi said that this was just a joke, but Wei Lai nodded solemnly, and affirmed: "Jin Rui's demeanor is not comparable to ordinary people, so I have to close the door quickly, otherwise what if the whole town is recruited." ”

“…… Alright, don't make fun of me. He Zhi was really crying and laughing now.

"I'm not kidding." Wei Lai muttered in a low voice, but he didn't dwell on this issue, remembering his previous plan, he asked, "Jin Rui, you can write so well, can you teach me?" ”

"Teach you how to write?" He Zhi rubbed his somewhat sour wrist and glanced up at Wei Lai, obviously a little surprised.

Because of He Zhi's movements, Wei Lai also glanced at her wrist twice, and what caught her eye was naturally a piece of skin that was better than snow, and she couldn't see anything wrong. However, she still took He Zhi's hand and kneaded it with moderate strength: "My handwriting is really ugly, I just learned to read and read military books with the marshal, but I have never practiced well." ”

For the military, which accounts for 90 percent of the illiterate, it is enough to know how to read and read, but it does not matter whether the writing looks good or not. Military generals are no better than civilian officials, and they don't need to write any splendid articles, and it is better to practice martial arts well if they have the time to practice calligraphy, otherwise their lives may be lost on the battlefield. This is the same for Wei Lai.

He Zhi blinked, and did not refuse Wei Lai to help rub her hands, and the other party's extremely suitable strength relieved the soreness in her hands. It's just that practicing calligraphy can't be done overnight, so after thinking about it, she replied: "That's it, then you can write a few words for me first?" ”

Wei Lai agreed, wrote a few words, and then compared with Miss He, and instantly became a dog......

He Zhi was also a little melancholy when she looked at the word, and finally sighed helplessly: "It seems that you have to put in some effort." "Kneel and beg to return to the field

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Chapter 79 of the text