Tian Wen had already seen Tian Yao pushing Yu Nian to the bookstore, he saw the wheelchair that Yu Nian was sitting in, he hated it so much that his teeth were about to crush, he asked his classmates, and said that the wheelchair was worth at least ten taels of silver, and it was not good to buy ten taels of silver, so he used it to buy such a useless thing for the lame.

When he heard that they were bargaining with the shopkeeper so carefully, Tian Wen felt that Tian Yao was really insulting their literati style.

Tian Yao frowned, looking at him just adding a thick jacket inside, and he was still wearing his long shirt symbolizing his literati status outside, how could he not freeze to death on such a cold day.

"When did you learn these vulgar words, really, you are so presumptuous when your uncle is gone, I have to ......"

"Tian Wen, is there anything wrong with you?" Tian Yao really didn't know why their family was so ghostly, obviously they didn't live in a village anymore, and they always came to beg for disgust, "What I learn is my own business, my husband didn't even speak, which onion are you?" ”

Tian Yao pushed Yu Nian out, and said as he walked: "It's really unlucky." ”

Yu Nian pressed Tian Yao's hand, Tian Yao stopped, Yu Nian turned the wheelchair in one direction, he looked at Tian Wen calmly, without a trace of emotion, and said: "I'm sorry, the fragrance of the book in your mouth is nothing more than pen, ink, paper, inkstone, these four are all things that can be priced by copper smell, even if it is the most expensive plain gold flower paper in Shengjing, it is only a 500 Wen, in the end, it is all copper odor to set the market price, and how can there be a difference between high and low." ”

Tian Yao looked at Tian Wen's face, and said kindly: "You also have copper smells on your body, why don't you give them to me?" Perfect the scent of your book? ”

The shopkeeper covered his mouth and bent over with a smile on the side, and after laughing, he became serious again, and looked at Tian Wen: "I'm sorry son, our store doesn't take credit." ”

After leaving the store, Tian Yao laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist: "Do you think he has a problem with his brain when he reads?" ”

Yu Nian also smiled, looking at Tian Wen's appearance, he was really sick.

After they bought paper and pen, they took a detour to buy some snacks, and finally went to a paper store and bought a few pieces of red paper, the red paper is specially used to write Spring Festival couplets, the quality of the paper is not as good as the knife paper they bought, and there are even some sundries on it, but the red is brightly dyed, so they bought a few, and if no one comes to them to write, Tian Yao plans to paste them all in their room.

When they arrived at the place where the ox cart was parked, the village chief had been waiting there for a long time, and Tian Yao and the others rushed to the village after getting into the car.

It was Tian Dazhuang who drove the car, and the village chief raised his eyebrows when he saw the pen and paper in Yu Nian's arms: "What do you do when you buy pen and paper?" ”

Of course, Tian Yao refused to let go of this opportunity: "Yu Nian he can write, we will let him write this year's Spring Festival couplets, he has nothing to do at home on weekdays, and he can practice calligraphy." ”

The village chief didn't expect that Tian Yao would be so attentive to him, but when he saw the wheelchair on the cow, he felt that buying paper and pen was a trivial matter.

"Then write a few pairs for my family, the ones I buy every year, and I will change them this year."

Tian Yao immediately nodded like pounding garlic: "Okay, okay, let's write when we go back." ”

He said a little bit to look at Yu Nian, but Yu Nian just nodded lightly.

After arriving in the village, Tian Yao refused the village chief's kindness to send them back in an ox cart, and pushed Yu Nian to walk on the village path.

All the places along the way were bare, and the weather in Huailing Village was too cold. The land is frozen, and nothing can be grown at all this season.

The trees in the distance are also bare, Tian Yao sighed, there are many locust trees in Huailing Village, in spring, the fragrance of locust flowers is fragrant, and the adults and children in the village will go to pick locust flowers, make cakes, make nests, and eat deliciously.

In the past, he didn't do it, because Aunt Shun would make one more for him, but this year, he should have to do it himself, and I don't know if Yu Nian has eaten it.

"In Harakurafu, there is basically no snow in winter." Yu Nian looked at the ground that had been frozen and said.

"No snow? Are there any places where it doesn't snow? "Tian Yao was born in Huailing and grew up in Huailing, and the farthest place he went to was the town, and he didn't even go to the capital city of Xixin Mansion, where Huailing was located.

"There are many places, there are Yunnan Mansion that looks like spring all year round, and Lingnan Mansion where you can still play shirtless in winter, Tian Yao, this world is very big."

If Yu Nian's leg hadn't been injured, if his home hadn't suffered, he would have traveled to all the places he had said.

Tian Yao is not a careful person on weekdays, he is rarely a little restrained when holding the pen and paper, especially when he sees the white rice paper, he almost does not dare to use any strength, for fear that his hands will make the white paper black, he gently put down the paper, like throwing a hot potato, and then said to Yu Nian: "If you want to write, you can write, and when the paper runs out, we will buy it again." ”

He hurriedly ran to the stove room to eat, but Yu Nian was distracted by the pen and ink.

In the past, the windows in his study were bright and clean, neat and new, sandalwood was always burning on weekdays, and the books printed by the ancient method also carried the fragrance of books, and his ink was also used to offer fragrant ink, and the ink fragrance was curling, and these flavors were blended, as if this could make people calm down.

And now, even at noon, the house is not bright, there is no moisture in the house, only a little rice fragrance from the stove not far away, Tian Yao should be boiling porridge.

He used to think that he could only write in a quiet and undisturbed environment, but now, there was the sound of gray panting around him, the sound of Tian Yao scooping water in the stove, and the helpless sigh of gray when gray messed with him.

He took the ink strip, slowly grinded out the ink, and dipped it with the pen, but he couldn't get off the pen for a long time, and he was able to sit and write, as if it had been a long, long time ago.

Tian Yao boiled the porridge into the pot and wanted to see how Yu Nian was writing, but when he came in, he found that the paper he had sorted out for Yu Nian was empty, and Yu Nian was distracted and didn't write a word.

Tian Yao walked to his side, thinking that it was too dark in the room, but he couldn't see clearly: "Is it too dark in the room?" Shall I light a lamp for you? ”

"No, you don't."

Tian Yao understood almost instantly, after his little father died, he didn't dare to go back to his home to sleep for a while, the house was too dark and too quiet, so he lived in Aunt Shun's house during that time.

Yu Nian should be the same now, he doesn't know how to say this word in the words of their literati. But he could understand.

He just patted Yu Nian lightly on the shoulder, and then left the space to him alone.

Yu Nian dipped the pen in ink again, a black dot appeared on the white paper, he lifted the tip of the pen again, and the hanging wrist shook slightly, and the tiny ink dots fell around the black dot he had just had.

In the yard, Tian Yao and Ash played together again, Tian Yao beckoned Ash and asked him to go to the cellar on the side with him to pick up vegetables, Ash turned around and ran into the house, turned around next to Yu Nian, licked his hand, and then ran out with Tian Yao.

Yu Nian put down his pen and wrote a life word on the white paper.

The clouds are flowing and the pen is strong and powerful.

After writing the first word, the following words were much easier, Tian Yao looked through the window, and saw that he had already lifted the pen, so he pulled the corners of his mouth and rubbed the gray dog's head.

Tian Yao was not in a hurry to let him start writing Spring Festival couplets, he always had to let go of the knot in his heart and practice more.

When it was time to eat, Tian Yao carefully folded the draft he had written, and then put it into his father's box.

The twenty-third day of the lunar month, the year of the year.

Yu Nian has already written the Spring Festival couplets of their own family, and also took the time to send them to the village chief's family to write, which is different from their own family, when Yu Nian wrote the one for the village chief's house, he also painted the bamboo on both sides of the red paper that means that the festival is high, and Tian Yao's eyes are hot, and he can't wait to change it with the village chief.

sent it to the village chief, Tian Yao naturally couldn't forget Liu Zhi, Yu Nian also relied on him, and helped him write Spring Festival couplets for Liu's family, which is different from the bamboo of the village chief's house, Yu Nian drew a fat doll on the Spring Festival couplets for Liu's family, because Liu Zhi's family will have the joy of adding Ding this year.

After he finished writing, Tian Yao was in charge of delivering it, and he was particularly active in this matter, running fast even if it was snowing.

In the town, Tian Wen and Tian Liu's mother, Wang Cuihua, looked at Tian Wen who was still in the house and became angry: "Why don't you go back to the village to write Spring Festival couplets!" The house is about to be opened. ”

Tian Wen held a book in his hand, shook his head and read: "Mother, I am going to take the exam at the beginning of the spring, I will be selected for the show in the future, do I still have to write Spring Festival couplets to earn those children?" ”

"Do you think there are very few children?" Wang Cuihua is almost angry, in order to provide him with education, she has been washing clothes for those nobles in the cold winter and wax moon, washing her hands full of frostbite, let him use his fingers to write a few words to make money, what is he not satisfied with!

"Let those people wait, and buy the ones written in the town by themselves." He said so, and finally packed up his four treasures in the study, called an ox cart, returned to the village, set up a stall, and waited for the people of the village to come in the cold wind.

It's just that he was at the entrance of the village, blowing a cold wind, but no one came all morning, and at this time, someone had already come to invite him to come to his house to warm up.

Could it be that all these people went to the town to buy Spring Festival couplets? Aren't they fed?

He walked to the Ge family, which was closest to the entrance of the village, but saw that the Ge family was sitting and talking in the courtyard at this time. This year, the Spring Festival couplets in the town have been sold for five yuan, everyone is a close neighbor, and I only charge you four yuan. ”

The sister-in-law of the Ge family was not angry when she saw him, usually they whispered in front of Tian Wen in order to cheapen so much money, but this year there is a better choice, so they don't want to be wronged anymore.

The sister-in-law of the Ge family rolled her eyes to the sky: "Oh, no need, we bought a couplet for three dollars this year, don't bother you with Tian Tongsheng." ”