Thoughtfully called a table for Li Wucun for supper, Zhang Zheng specially told the chef of the Guogong Mansion to give the dishes to ten guests in the East Chamber.

Serve more meat, less food. After all, in the winter, vegetables are also very rare in the Tang Dynasty. The dishes in Guogongfu were brought by Zhang Gongjin to Li Er's warm soup supervisor.

Unexpectedly, under the mistake, it was in line with Li Wucun's intentions. After greeting Li Wucun, Zhang Zheng returned to the small courtyard to bathe and change clothes, and went to bed early.

The night passed quickly...... The power of taking a hot bath last night was revealed, and the bruises on Zhang Zheng's body turned from blue to red, and he was woken up in pain early in the morning.

Fortunately, he has been beaten many times since he was a child, and Zhang Zheng has a strong tolerance for pain. Zhang Zheng endured his physical discomfort and came to the front hall to greet the old lady, but the old lady was busy decorating the festive atmosphere of the Guogong Mansion and had no intention of caring about her younger son at all.

Today is New Year's Day, and the Tang Dynasty is also called Yuanzheng, which happens to correspond to the Chinese New Year's Eve of the New Year in later generations. Yuan Zheng was also a very grand festival in the Tang Dynasty, up to the emperor and the palace; the mansions of civil and military officials; Down to the common people, peddlers and pawns, the whole country celebrates New Year's Day.

Daddy Zhang Gongjin took his two brothers to the court early. Datang stipulates that New Year's Day will be a seven-day holiday, and officials will start the holiday from Yuanzheng's day, but that is also an afternoon thing.

Because on the morning of Yuan Zheng, one of the most important things was that the Son of Heaven would sit in the morning court to accept the congratulations of the civil and military officials.

From the emperor to the lower-level officials, they all wore court clothes. The emperor wore a crown plate on his head, and a crown with twelve white beads hung down.

He wears a robe decorated with 12 chapters. Wearing a deer and jade sword, and a red shoe embroidered with gold ornaments.

Officials from both the Gyeonggi region and those from other places wore court clothes and swords at their waists, and entered the court to congratulate the Son of Heaven under the heavily guarded conditions.

Yang Juyuan has a poem that says: "A colorful glow welcomes the dawn, and ten thousand red candles move the spring." It is said that Chang'an City is in the early morning of New Year's Day, and there are lights and candles everywhere, and officials go to the court along the illumination.

On this day, Chang'an City is like a sea of fire

The name of the "City of Fire". Therefore, even if today is New Year's Day, Zhang Gongjin and the two brothers who rushed back from the local area have to go to the court first before they can go home for the holiday.

As for Zhang Zheng, because he has no official position, he can avoid this trouble. Seeing that the old lady and the entire Guogong Mansion were busy, Zhang Zheng walked around the mansion twice with some idleness.

Unconsciously, he turned to the gate of the Guogong Mansion, and the housekeeper Lao Zhou was directing the small servants in the mansion to paste colored paper on both sides of the gate.

However, the colored paper pasted is not the well-known door god in later generations, but a unique gadget called tailoring in the Tang Dynasty.

From time to time, the street outside crackles and crackles into the house, sounding like a fart.

This is the people of Chang'an setting off firecrackers, firecrackers, as the name suggests, is the crackling sound of throwing bamboo into the fire and burning.

Zhang Zheng didn't pay much attention to these things in previous years, and he was fooling around outside with a group of fox friends on New Year's Day.

Either it's Pingkangfang drinking flower wine, or it's fighting and fighting with the gentlemen outside.

Generally, he would not go home until the curfew in the evening, and when Zhang Zheng went home, the excitement of the Guogong Mansion had already passed.

So this year, Zhang Zheng didn't go out to fool around, it's really gratifying, congratulations, Dapu Ben, happy to hear, congratulations.

Zhang Zheng wandered to the gate and quietly watched the little servant paste the colored paper with rice paste on the gate of the Guogong Mansion.

Looking left and right, I always feel that something is missing. Yes, Spring Festival couplets. Zhang Zheng had an idea, how could he not post Spring Festival couplets and set off firecrackers for the New Year?

A New Year without Spring Festival couplets and firecrackers is soulless. Zhang Zhengdang improvised and rushed to the study, called Lu Sheng loudly, and instructed Lu Sheng to cut the red paper and polish the ink.

Then he took down the Golden State Wolf Hair, which Daddy usually regarded as a treasure from Beacon Mountain, took out a piece of red paper that was cut long by the green clothes, and pressed one head with a paperweight.

But when he put pen to paper, Zhang Zheng's choice difficulty was committed again. What to write? Odd and even unchanged, and the symbol looks at the quadrant.

Or is it a high hill, a group of streams and mountains through the ages? Zhang Zheng didn't put down the pen for a long time, but Lu Sheng didn't dare to stop the movements in his hand.

It wasn't until a thick stack of red paper was cut out that he timidly asked Zhang Zheng: "Xiaolang, are these enough?" Zhang Zheng didn't reply, but held the pen and kept struggling there.

Seeing that Zhang Zheng was silent for a long time, Lu Sheng couldn't help but ask again: "Xiaolang, what are Spring Festival couplets." ”

"There it is!" Zhang Zheng suddenly smiled evilly, and did not explain to Xiao Lusheng. Lifted the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote seven big characters on the red paper in front of him: "When the sky is occupied, the wealth is rolling." Then he motioned to the little green dress to change the paper, and wrote the next link in one go: "The land is good for good luck." After writing "Everything is Prosperous", Zhang Zheng put the pen back to Beacon Hill and nodded with satisfaction at the couplet on the desk in front of him.

"Ah, is this the Spring Festival couplet, Xiaolang's handwriting is really good, it looks better than Grandpa's handwriting, Xiaolang is awesome." Little Green Dress handed over a sycophant at the right time.

What man doesn't like to be praised by women, especially a playful and cute little Lori like Little Green Dress, looking at you with starry eyes, and praising Lang Jun for being awesome and so on.

His vanity was greatly satisfied, and Zhang Zheng couldn't help but grin the corners of his mouth to the root of his ears, revealing his white back molars.

"Okay, take it to the gate and let Lao Zhou arrange someone to paste it. Then let Lao Zhou ask Guo Fuzi to write a few pairs of similar auspicious words, and paste the doors of the mansion. Zhang Zheng waved his hand and instructed Xiao Lusheng, he just wrote a sample.

Next, just leave it to the master who taught his brothers to enlighten in the house. After all, there are too many doors in the Guogong Mansion, and Zhang Zheng doesn't have the patience to write, just a few auspicious words about the battle.

Besides, how can writing Spring Festival couplets be fun to do artillery battles, and if you don't let off artillery battles during the New Year, is it still called the New Year? So Zhang Zheng threw this task to Lao Zhou, and happily ran to the backyard, asked his subordinates to find charcoal, saltpeter and sulfur, and began to study how to make artillery battles.

Zhang Zheng made a start in the matter of the Spring Festival couplets, and Lao Zhou handed over the task to the master in the house. This is difficult for Guo Fuzi, who is already over sixty years old in the mansion and has long been old and dizzy.

It's not that I can't think of auspicious words, but when people are old, their hands are shaking, and they can't hold a pen...... But this has nothing to do with Zhang Zheng, at this time Zhang Zheng was holding a small stone mill in the backyard.

The saltpeter turned out of the warehouse in the house, the sulfur was ground into powder and put into a small clay pot.

And the little green dress was squatting on the side, looking bored with a boring look of fine willow charcoal.

From time to time, I brushed my hair with my little hands stained with charcoal, and after a while, my whole face was dyed black with charcoal.