slack farmer in the wasteland

Chapter 345
After breakfast, Ping An lit the fire, and Cang Hai started making paste to paste Spring Festival couplets and window grilles.Although there is paste on the market that sells for a few yuan a bottle, it is not very useful at all. If you want the Spring Festival couplets to stick firmly, you have to use your own paste.Anyway, it’s not that difficult, the ingredients are just flour and water, and it’s done once it’s boiled in a pot. It’s done like this in the countryside, and the folks don’t spend this money to buy the paste.

Cang Hai and Ping An made paste. Shi Wei went back to the house and took out all the Spring Festival couplets and window grilles that she bought, and placed them on the floor of the house, planning which Spring Festival couplets should be pasted on which door, and which window grilles should be pasted on them. which window.

Xu Xiaomin and Qi Yue helped Shi Wei, while Qi Feng, who had finished eating, took a pot of boiling water with Qu Guowei and Xu Sheng, and each took his own purple sand pot to the east of the village. Head to the activity room to play.

As for the little girl Mengmeng, after Xue stopped eating, she went to play with Xiaohu and other friends with her iron head slippery head. Four or five more children in the village meant that Mengmeng had a few more playmates. The little guys get together and go crazy and they can take the roof off the house.

"Is the paste ready?" Fang Wu came over and urged again.

Cang Hai replied: "Alright, alright!"

He lifted the lid of the pot and poured the prepared paste into three small bowls, each with a brush, and then motioned for Fang Wu to come over and bring a bowl.

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

When Cang Hai and Ping An went out with the paste, they found that Shi Wei and his gang had already started pasting the Spring Festival couplets at the kiln door of their bedroom.

Shi Wei and Qi Yue each had a long bench, and each held a Spring Festival couplet to make gestures on both sides of the kiln entrance, while Xu Xiaomin stood four or five meters away from the kiln entrance, and was in charge of checking whether the Spring Festival couplets were in order.As for Fang Wu, he was standing on the ground holding the paste, doing chores like a dog, just like the eunuch standing next to the master in the Qing palace drama.

Shi Wei turned her head and saw Cang Hai and Ping An coming out, and immediately said: "You go to the door of the study."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yue immediately said to Fang Wu: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and take out the couplets and window grilles in the study and send them to Cang Hai!"

As soon as Fang Wu heard this, he immediately put the paste in his hands on the window sill, and led Xiao Pao into the kiln.

Qi Yue watched Fang Wu enter the kiln, still muttering in his mouth: "This man didn't even wink at all, he knew he was standing stupidly holding the paste, like a log."

Xu Xiaomin couldn't listen any longer, and said to Qi Yue, "How do you talk about the New Year's Eve!"

Qi Yue didn't reply, she curled her lips and raised her hand slightly: "Is this okay?"

"Move 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 that Qi Yue moved the Spring Festival couplets in his hand, Xu Xiaomin nodded and said, "That's it!"

The position of the Spring Festival couplets was right, Shi Wei and Qi Yue began to paste them together, at this time Fang Wu also came out with a roll of Spring Festival couplets and handed them to Cang Hai.

Cang Hai and Ping An came to the door of the study, put the Spring Festival couplets and window grilles on the window sill, and began to paint two dots on the brick wall, so that they can stick the Spring Festival couplets later.

The two of them were getting ready when they suddenly heard footsteps behind them.

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

"No, I'm not planning to invite Uncle Xu. Uncle Qu and the others write two copies. The ones you buy are not as good as the ones you write. The two old people have good handwriting, so I won't make a fool of myself this year." Wei Wenkui said with a smile, followed Then he opened his mouth and asked, "Uncle Xu, where are Uncle Qu and the others?"

The two names of Xu Bo and Qu Bo do not represent seniority, but are called by the villagers after Cang Hai. It is just a polite title not to try to rank, otherwise Wei Wenkui called it that way, and Cang Hai called it that way again. Not suitable anymore.This character represents respect and intimacy, and has little to do with seniority.

Cang Hai laughed and joked after hearing Wei Wenkui's words: "Uncle Wei, you really know how to save money. Uncle Xu and Uncle Qu wrote you Spring Festival couplets. Did you spend money? No matter how bad their calligraphy is, they still have to buy Spring Festival couplets on the market." Hundreds of times the price!"

Both Xu Sheng and Qu Guowei are masters in their own industry, and someone who writes a word must be sought after, not to mention whether it can be sold better than the current calligrapher or something, it is probably not worth [-] to [-] a piece of calligraphy What a problem.

Well, Wei Wenkui directly asked the two old men to write Spring Festival couplets for his family. Looking at it like this, he was going to be an iron rooster, and he didn't dial a dime!
Sure enough, Wei Wenkui said with a smile: "Qu Bo and Xu Bo agreed two days ago, not only my family, but also several of their families have to write, we dare not let the two elders write all, and each family writes one or two families. Just a scene, by the way, are they there?"

In the past, everyone used to write Spring Festival couplets, but now most people buy them. The custom of writing Spring Festival couplets has gradually changed a bit due to the discovery of the times.

Cang Hai replied: "After dinner, I went to the east of the village, and I'm not here."

"Oh!" Hearing what Cang Hai said, Wei Wenkui said: "Then you are busy, I will go find them."

After speaking, he walked towards the east 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, do you still have the red paper at home?"

Ping An scratched his forehead and said with a confused face: "How do I know this, you have to ask sister-in-law!"

Cang Hai asked Shi Wei again.

How could Shi Wei not know what Cang Hai meant, she saw the cheapness and was going to fish it out, so she smiled and said: "Let's not bother Uncle Qu and Uncle Xu, the two old people also spend energy writing the couplet, besides Didn’t our family buy them all!”

"Can the ones I bought be the same? This is printed by a machine, but someone else wrote it. No, I have to take advantage of this advantage. I can't let others swallow all the benefits!"

Cang Hai said as he got off the bench he was stepping on, went into the house to look for the red paper, searched in his study for a while, but couldn't find the red paper.I didn't expect this to come out. How could Cang Hai have this thing at home? There are a lot of white paper and printing paper, but it's a pity that they can't be used.

"No?" Seeing that the second elder brother came out of the study empty-handed, Ping An asked with his mouth open.

"No, I won't post the door for now, I'll go over and have a look." Cang Hai said as he walked towards the east of the village.

Qi Yue saw Cang Hai and shouted at Cang Hai's back: "You don't even want to rub the red paper with other people, do you?"

"Can't you?" Cang Hai said without turning his head, then picked up his speed and led Xiao Pao to the east of the village.

When he reached the east end of the village, Cang Hai took a look, hey!There are so many people, no wonder when Cang Hai posted the Spring Festival couplets, there was no movement at the house of the third uncle and the house of Grandpa Li Licheng. Everyone was waiting here for the two old men to write the couplets.

"There are so many people?" Cang Hai shyly squeezed in front of the small kang tables on the kang, and stretched his head to look at the two old men who were writing Spring Festival couplets, each occupying a small kang table.

The boy Canghenan has already returned, and seeing Cang Hai pushing forward with both hands empty, the boy complained and said, "Second brother, you have to say first come, first served, the big guys are all queuing up, you come here soon Just squeeze ahead. Pay attention to your quality."

Cang Hai turned his head and raised his foot, trying to kick the boy, but the boy was too clever, before Cang Hai raised his foot, he jumped to the side.

"Press me again, when you are talking about your girlfriend at school, I won't sponsor you anymore," Cang Hai said jokingly.

Cang Henan immediately said with a shy face: "There is another good thing, then second brother, you sit down, are you thirsty and I will pour you a glass of water?"

Snapped!
Before Canghenan finished speaking, he slapped Li Liren's second grandfather behind him. The old man didn't use any strength in his hands just to make a joke with Canghenan, a junior.

"It's really worthless!" Li Liren said with a smile.

"Why don't you sponsor me too?" Cang Henan rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile.

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

Cang Hai didn't care about Cang Henan at this time, but set his sights on Qu Guowei and Xu Sheng who were writing Spring Festival couplets.

Although Cang Hai's brush calligraphy is terrible, but because the teacher Guan Qidong likes these very much, he would flick the brush from time to time, post a post, and so on. Hai still has a certain level of calligraphy appreciation.

Qu Guowei's handwriting is thin and strong, with the meaning of a knife like a knife. Every word seems to penetrate the back of the paper, while Xu Sheng's handwriting is obviously better than Qu Guowei's. Standing on the paper, the ancient pine is vigorous, pure and vivid.

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

Hearing the good words, Xu Sheng raised his head and pulled the glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at Cang Hai, put on the glasses again without saying a word, and continued to concentrate on writing the couplet.

The two old men wrote solemnly, and the people in the kiln were less noisy. Everyone in the room watched the two old men write quietly. There was only one copy for the family, and there were no more than two copies. The old man wrote smoothly, so The progress of writing Spring Festival couplets is very fast.

In addition to the Spring Festival couplets, there are also blessing characters. The two old men don't know whether they are showing off on purpose or something. The blessing characters alone have written no less than a dozen styles.All the people in the kiln are flattering, and they can't stop praising the two old men for their profound knowledge.

"Translate what you want to write"

Seeing Cang Hai poking his head and brain at other people's red paper on the table, Qu Guowei was a little bit blinded by it. The live broadcast threw the two couplet books on the small table to Cang Hai, and let Cang Hai To pick Spring Festival couplets.

"Well, who still has the red paper?"

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

Li Liren said: "How about I make you a pair? These things are all bought, how can there be more, even if there are more, there are at most leftovers to write a small blessing or something, how can it be used to write Spring Festival couplets."

Cang Hai thought about it after listening to it. A group of old men in the village live on their fingers. Maybe a few of them can be counted. It’s impossible for you to expect them to buy the surplus. .

It would be fine if I arrived before I saw the words of the two old men, but Cang Hai really liked it when I saw the words of old man Xu Sheng, no matter what happened, I would mix it up and go back.

After taking a second look, Cang Hai found a roll of rice paper for ink testing placed between the two old men, he was overjoyed, and suddenly a good idea popped out of his mind.

"Uncle Xu, how do you think I treat you?" Cang Hai smiled and sat down on the edge of the Kang, stretching out his hand to refill the almost full teacup in front of Xu Sheng pretendingly.

"Old Xu, you have to be smart, this kid has no good intentions." Qu Guowei put away his pen at this moment, and laughed when he saw Cang Hai's appearance.

Xu Sheng raised his head and glanced at Cang Hai: "Speak if you have something to say, and fart if you have something to say!"

"Hey, let me tell you, I think your old handwriting is really good, so I want to ask for a picture to hang in my study, and I'm not greedy. You just write me a picture of "" Humble room inscription"" Cang Hai said with a shy face.

Hearing Cang Hai's shameless words, Xu Sheng was immediately amused: "Everyone writes Spring Festival couplets, you can just ask for a picture when you arrive, do you want me to pay for it and print it or something?"

"That would be better of course," Cang Hai said with a smile.

Qu Guowei said: "As far as your house is a shabby room, the best house in the whole village is yours, and you still hang a pair of "Humble Room Inscription" in the study room, don't you think your face doesn't hurt enough?"

Cang Hai was right after listening to it, so he opened his mouth and said: "Then give me another "Ai Lian Shuo" to show my noble character."

"You kid is not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue!" Xu Sheng was immediately amused.

"Just say whether you want to write it or not. If you don't write it, you will eat porridge and pickles!" Cang Hai looked at Xu Sheng with a smile.

Xu Sheng laughed and said, "You cowardly boy! Forget it, for the sake of eating so many meals at your house, I will write you a picture!"

Seeing Cang Hai, Qu Guo shifted his eyes to himself again, so he had to smile wryly: "I'll write a picture too, it's food money!"

(End of this chapter)