After breakfast, I started to burn the fire safely, and Canghai started to beat paste the paste and prepare to paste the Spring Festival couplets and window flowers. Although there is a paste sold on the market that costs a few dollars a bottle, it is not useful at all. If you want the Spring Festival couplets to stick firmly, you have to use the paste you made at home. Anyway, it is not difficult. The ingredients are flour and water, and it will be done as soon as you cook it in the pot. It is like this in the countryside. If you buy paste, the villagers will not spend the money.

Canghai and Ping'an made paste. Shi Wei went back to the house and took out all the Spring Festival couplets and window grilles he bought, and placed them on the floor in the house. She planned which door should be pasted and which window grilles should be pasted on which window grilles should be pasted.

Xu Xiaomin and Qi Yue helped next to Shi Wei. After eating, Qi Feng pushed the rice bowl with Qu Guowei, and the old men Xu Sheng and two of them took their own purple sand pot to the activity room at the east end of the village to play.

As for Mengmeng, the little girl, Xue stopped eating and took Tietou Shutou to play with her friends. There were four or five more children in the village. For Mengmeng, there were a few more playmates. A few little guys got together and could lift the roof of the house.

"Have the paste been done?" Fang Wu came over and urged him again.

Cang Hai replied: "Okay, OK!"

He opened the lid of the pot and put the prepared paste into three small bowls, and put a brush in each small bowl, and then he signaled Fang Wu to come and take a bowl.

Fang Wu brought a bowl of paste and ran out of the kitchen quickly.

When Cang Hai and Ping'an were carrying the paste out, they found that Shi Wei and his group had already started to paste Spring Festival couplets at the entrance of the kiln in their bedrooms.

Shi Wei and Qi Yue each had a long bench, each holding a Spring Festival couplet and gestured on both sides of the kiln gate. Xu Xiaomin was standing four or five meters away from the kiln gate, responsible for watching whether the Spring Festival couplets were intact. As for Fang Wu, the kid, stood on the ground with paste, doing miscellaneous work, and was like a eunuch standing next to his master in the Qing Palace opera.

Shi Wei turned around and saw Cang Hai and Ping'an coming out, and immediately said, "You go and post the door to the study room."

When Qi Yue heard this, he immediately said to Fang Wu: "Why are you just standing stupid? Take out the Spring Festival couplets, window flowers and other things in the study and send them to Canghai!"

When Fang Wu heard this, he immediately put the paste on the windowsill and trotted into the kiln.

Qi Yue watched Fang Wu enter the kiln and muttered, "This man didn't even look at him, just like a piece of wood."

Xu Xiaomin couldn't listen anymore and said to Qi Yue: "What are you talking about during the New Year!"

Qi Yue didn't say anything back, curled her mouth and lifted her hand slightly: "Is this OK?"

"Move it slightly two centimeters to the left, and the Spring Festival couplets in your hand are a little closer to the door frame," Xu Xiaomin said.

Seeing Qi Yue move the Spring Festival couplets in his hand, Xu Xiaomin nodded and said, "Okay!"

The Spring Festival couplets were in the right position, and Shi Wei and Qi Yue began to post them. At this time, Fang Wu also walked out with a volume of Spring Festival couplets and handed them to Canghai's hand.

Cang Haihe Ping'an came to the door of the study, placed the Spring Festival couplets and window flowers on the windowsill, and began to paint two dots on the brick wall to make it easier to stick to the Spring Festival couplets later.

The two of them were preparing for it when they suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.

Cang Hai turned his head and saw Wei Wenkui walking towards him, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Uncle Wei, have you pasted all the Spring Festival couplets in your house?"

"No, don't you plan to ask Xu Bo. Are you going to write two pairs of Qu Bo and the others? The ones you buy are not as charming as the ones you write. The two old people have good handwriting, so I won't be ugly this year." Wei Wenkui said with a smile, and then asked again: "Where is Xu Bo and the others?"

The names Xu Bo and Qu Bo do not represent seniority, but were called by the villagers following Cang Hai. Not trying to rank the seniority is just a kind of polite honorific title. Otherwise, if Wei Wenkui called it like this, it would be inappropriate for Cang Hai to call it like this. The word Bo represents respect and closeness, which has little to do with generation and age.

Cang Hai smiled and said, "Uncle Wei, you are really good at saving money. Xu Bo and Qu Bo wrote you Spring Festival couplets. Have you spent money? No matter how bad their calligraphy is, they will have to be hundreds of times the price of Spring Festival couplets on the market!"

Xu Sheng and Qu Guowei are both big names in their own industry. Some people must be sought after by writing words. Not to mention whether they can be sold to calligraphers or more today, it is probably not difficult to use 10,000 or 20,000 characters per piece.

Wei Wenkui is here, so he asked the two old men to write Spring Festival couplets for his home. He was planning to be an iron rooster in this way, but he didn't even lose a penny!

Sure enough, Wei Wenkui smiled and said, "Bo Qu and Bo Xu agreed two days ago. Not only my family, but also their families, we dare not let the two elders write them all. Each family just writes one or two families to meet the scenery. By the way, are they here?"

In the past, everyone wrote Spring Festival couplets for the New Year, but now most people bought Spring Festival couplets. The custom of writing Spring Festival couplets has gradually changed a little because of the discovery of the times.

Canghai replied: "After eating, I went to the east end of the village and was not here."

"Oh!" Hearing Cang Hai say this, Wei Wenkui said, "Then you are busy, I'll go find them."

After saying that, he walked towards the east end of the village with the red paper under his armpit.

Cang Hai looked at Wei Wenkui's back, thought for a while and asked Ping'an, "By the way, is there any red paper at home?"

Ping'an scratched his forehead and said with a confused look on his face: "How can I know about this? You have to ask your sister-in-law!"

Canghai asked Shi Wei again.

Shi Wei didn't know what Canghai meant. She saw the cheap ones and was about to go and fetch them. So she smiled and said, "Let's not bother with Uncle Qu and Uncle Xu. The two old people also spend their energy on writing a couplet. Besides, we have bought them all!"

"Can I buy the same thing? This is printed by a machine. People write it. No, I have to take advantage of this. I can't let others swallow all the benefits!"

Cang Hai said as he walked down from the bench he was stepping on, got into the house to find red paper, and rummaged through his study room for a while, but he didn't find red paper. He didn't expect that this thing could be found in Cang Hai's family? There are a lot of white paper and printed paper, but unfortunately it can't be used.

"No?" Ping'an asked when he saw his second brother coming out of the study empty-handed.

"No, I won't stick to this door for now, I'll go over and take a look." Cang Hai said as he raised his foot toward the east end of the village.

When Qi Yue saw it, she shouted at Cang Hai's back: "You don't even want to rub the red paper with someone else, right?"

"Can't it?" Cang Haitou said without looking back, then raised his speed and took the trot towards the east end of the village.

When I arrived at the east end of the village, Canghai took a look and said, "Wow!" There were so many people. No wonder Canghai posted Spring Festival couplets when he posted Spring Festival couplets. There was no movement in the third uncle's house and Grandpa Li Licheng's house. Everyone was waiting here for the two old men to write Spring Festival couplets."

"So many people?" Cang Hai squeezed to the front of the small kang table on the kang with a shy face, stretched his head and looked at the two old men who were each occupying a small kang table and writing Spring Festival couplets.

The boy Cang Henan has already returned. Seeing Cang Hai pushing forward with his hands empty, the boy complained: "I said, second brother, you have to say that you can come first and then come. Everyone is queuing up. As soon as you arrive, you can squeeze in. Pay attention to your quality."

Cang Hai turned around and raised his feet, trying to kick the kid, but the kid was too clever. Before Cang Hai's feet could be lifted up, he jumped to the side.

"Give me a pussy again. When you talk to your girlfriend at school, I won't sponsor you any funds," Cang Hai said jokingly.

Cang Henan immediately said with a shy face: "There is this good thing. Second brother, please sit down. I'll pour you a glass of water if you are thirsty?"

Bang!

Before Cang Henan could finish his words, he was slapped by the second grandfather Li Liren behind him. The old man did not use any force in his hand and just joked with Cang Henan, the junior.

"It's really a waste of time!" Li Liren said with a smile.

"Or why do you also sponsor it?" Cang Henan rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile.

"Get out!" Li Liren said with a laugh.

Canghai did not care about Cang Henan at this time, but instead focused his attention on Qu Guowei and Xu Sheng who were writing Spring Festival couplets.

Although Canghai's brushwork is bad, because his teacher Guan Qidong likes these things very much, he often whispers, copy them, etc. Whenever there is a picture that is proud, he will show off his favorite disciples. Therefore, Canghai still has a certain level of appreciation for calligraphy.

Qu Guowei's characters are thin and strong, with a knife-like brushwork. Each character seems to be powerful and penetrated through the back of the paper. Xu Sheng's characters are obviously more advanced than Qu Guowei. They are simple and natural, thick and steady, with no edges, but they are swaying like an ancient pine standing on the paper, with a powerful, pure and vivid momentum.

"Good words!" Cang Hai couldn't help but praise.

Hearing that he was good at writing, Xu Sheng raised his head and pulled the glasses on his nose, glanced at Cang Hai without saying a word, and then pushed the glasses on and continued to concentrate on writing the couplet.

The two old men wrote solemnly, so the people in the kiln were less noisy. The whole house watched the two old men write quietly. The fewest ones in the family were one, and the more were only two. The old men wrote smoothly, so the progress of writing Spring Festival couplets was very fast.

In addition to the Spring Festival couplets, there are also the word "Fu" and so on. The two old men didn't know whether they were deliberately showing off or something. The word "Fu" alone wrote more than a dozen styles. The people in the kiln were all flattering, and they kept praising the two old men for their knowledge.

"What do you want to write and translate it yourself"

Seeing Canghai stretching his head and looking at the red paper on other people's houses on the table, Qu Guowei was a little overwhelmed, so he threw two couplets on the small table to Canghai, asking Canghai to pick up Spring Festival couplets.

"Who has red paper?"

"You kid don't want us to paste red paper for you, right?" Qu Guowei was amused by Cang Hai's appearance.

Li Liren said: "Why would I ask you to have a pair? You buy these things well, so where would you have more? Even if there are too many, you can write at most the word "Xiao Fu" and so on. Where can I use it to write Spring Festival couplets?"

Canghai thought it was the same when he heard this. A bunch of old men in the village lived on their fingers. Maybe the number of families was calculated. It would be impossible for you to expect them to buy the remaining amount.

It would be fine if I hadn't seen the two old men's words before I saw the two old men's words, but when I saw the old man Xu Sheng's words, Cang Hai really liked them so that he would have to get one and go back no matter what.

After glanced at it, Cang Hai found a roll of rice paper for testing ink between the two old men. He was happy and suddenly a good idea popped out of his mind.

"Brother Xu, what do you think I am to you?" Cang Hai sat on the edge of the kang with a smile, and reached out to the teacup that was almost full in front of Xu Sheng.

"Old Xu, you have to be smarter. This kid is not kind-hearted." Qu Guowei closed the pen at this time, and laughed at Cang Hai's appearance.

Xu Sheng looked up and glanced at Canghai: "If you have something to say, just say it, and if you have farts, just let it go!"

"Hey, then I said it. I see that your old handwriting is so good, so I want to ask for a picture to hang in my study. I am not greedy. Just write a picture of "The Inscription on the Humble Room" for me." Cang Hai said with a shy face.

When Xu Sheng heard Cang Hai's shameless words, he was suddenly happy: "Everyone writes Spring Festival couplets, you can just ask for a piece of characters. Do you want me to add some money and print it on it?"

"It's naturally better," Cang Hai smiled.

Qu Guowei said: "Your house is not a humble room. The best house in the village is yours. I still hang a "Inscription on the Humble Room" in the study. Do you think your face doesn't hurt enough, right?"

Canghai thought it was right after hearing this, so he opened his mouth and said, "Then change the word "Love Love" to show my noble character."

"You kid aren't afraid that the wind will flash to your tongue!" Xu Sheng was so angry that he was so angry.

"You just say you should not write it. If you don't write it, you will have a meal of small porridge and pickles every time!" Cang Hai looked at Xu Sheng with a smile.

After hearing this, Xu Sheng laughed and said, "You cowardly boy! Forget it, I'll write you a picture for so many meals at your house!"

In order to see Canghai, Qu Guo turned his gaze to himself again and had to smile bitterly: "I'll write one too, it's considered a meal!"
Chapter completed!