Siheyuan: There are three little cats at home

Chapter 103 Writing Spring Festival Couplets

Not long after, Xu Damao, under the guidance of Xu Qing, quickly rode to the door of the tailor shop.

At this time, the shopkeeper Zheng Da in the tailor shop was standing at the door, holding a thick brush, dipping ink to write on the red paper, and letting the tall and thin middle-aged man beside him brush the paste and paste it.

The writing is vigorous and powerful, although it can't be said to be very good, it also makes people look very elegant.

Of course, when Xu Qing came all the way along the street, he saw a lot of people setting up stalls writing and selling Spring Festival couplets on the street today.

Most of them are old men with gray beard and hair, but there are also some young people who look like students.

After all, the quality of handwriting has little to do with age, nor is it directly related to the level of education.

As long as they can read and write, older people may not be able to write better than young people who have not graduated from junior high school or high school.

It is true that Xu Qing did not deny that those older people had more profound and superb calligraphy and writing skills than those young people.

Xu Qing jumped off his bicycle, thanked Xu Damao, and watched him leave. Then he turned to shopkeeper Zheng Da, who had just finished writing the Spring Festival couplets, and said:

"Old shopkeeper, your word "老" is so beautiful. Do you plan to go back to celebrate the New Year today?"

The old shopkeeper handed the brush to the middle-aged man aside, and while leading Xu Qing into the shop, he said:

"I'm 28 today and there's no business. I'm an old man and I can't go back and spend the New Year comfortably."

As soon as he entered the shop, the light immediately dimmed. Xu Qing blinked his eyes before adapting.

"Come on, these are your younger brother's and sister's clothes." The old shopkeeper handed the three sets of brand-new blue cloth clothes on the counter to Xu Qing, then grabbed the other set on the counter and said: "This is the clothes of Sister Shazhu. and take it away."

Xu Qing nodded in response, and after taking the clothes, he reached out his hand to take out money from the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, and handed it to the old shopkeeper.

Because Xu Qing and Sha Zhu had brought the fabric a few days ago, the price was agreed upon at that time.

So after giving the money, Xu Qing chatted with the old shopkeeper for a while, and finally wished the old shopkeeper a prosperous business and abundant financial resources in the coming year.

The old shopkeeper stood at the door of the shop and sent Xu Qing away with a smile.

When Xu Qing returned to the compound, the third uncle, the first uncle, and the second uncle were standing in the front yard smoking and chatting.

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang moved out of the courtyard with cut red paper, brushes, ink, tables and chairs in their hands.

Xu Qing didn't need to guess, he knew that the third uncle wanted to go out to make money today.

The young people who set up stalls on the street dared to write Spring Festival couplets to make money. As a teacher, the third uncle naturally would not miss this good opportunity.

Xu Qing hugged his clothes, said hello to them, and then walked towards the middle courtyard.

At this time, in the middle courtyard, Shazhu was walking around boredly with his hands in his pockets.

At the door of Jia's house, Banggen sat beside Jia Zhang and set off firecrackers, holding a stick of incense in his left hand, and a firecracker in his right hand, his eyes rolled around, lighting firecrackers from time to time, and throwing them at the place where Shazhu was walking. , play a prank.

Silly Zhu frowned, his eyes turned white, and he didn't respond. If it was normal, he would more or less scold him.

It's just a new year, silly Zhu can't afford to argue with a child like him.

Seeing Xu Qing come back, Shazhu walked around the firecrackers thrown by Banggeng, walked to Xu Qing and said:

"Qingzi, Lao Zheng, the old shopkeeper, didn't charge too much for you, right?"

"No, it's the price we agreed on before."

Xu Qing was talking, and at the same time gave the rain clothes to Sha Zhu.

As for the clothes of the three little ones, Xu Qing took them back to his house in the backyard, then dug out the clothes given to him and the little girl in the state-owned store, and put them on the kang together. While the little ones were playing in the yard, Use ability to split it in two.

Five sets of clothes turned into ten, with the little girl having the most, four sets.

Xu Qing and his second brother, and the third brother have two bodies.

Although they are all spring clothes, they can be worn in both spring and autumn.The climate in spring and autumn in the north is similar, that is, it will be cooler in late autumn.

It’s New Year’s Eve in a blink of an eye.

It snowed all night last night and gradually stopped in the early morning.

Today is the busiest day in the compound.

Whether it's the front yard, the middle yard, or the back yard, everyone gets up very early.

Xu Qing and San Xiaozhi also got up early, and before 08:30, the four brothers and sisters had breakfast.

The third uncle in the front yard is writing Spring Festival couplets door to door in the front yard and the middle yard.

The third master is the busiest and the happiest in the whole courtyard today.

How could he not be happy if he could make money writing Spring Festival couplets?

But because of the Chinese New Year, in the courtyard, Yan Bugui did not collect money directly, but cigarettes, a pair of Spring Festival couplets, a pack of cigarettes, regardless of whether it was good or bad.

But it's Chinese New Year, and everyone in the courtyard has the nerve to give eight cents for a cigarette without an economical cigarette. Even the worst, it's only one or two cents for a handful of cigarettes.

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang followed Yan Bugui, one holding an ink bottle and the other helping to collect cigarettes.

The third uncle was such a respectable person that he asked him to collect the cigarettes himself. He felt that he could not show off his face, so he asked his sons to follow him. When the time comes, he will ask his sons to take the cigarettes for him.

Jia Zhang is the most active on this day every year. As soon as the third uncle entered the middle courtyard, she hurriedly let her write to her family first.

The few packs of cigarettes prepared by Jia and Zhang in advance were stuffed directly into Yan Jiefang's hands.

When Yan Bugui saw this, he smiled with a smile on his face. After asking Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu what they wanted to write, he immediately started writing.

The uncle and silly Zhu saw it and gathered around to watch.

In the backyard, Xu Qing was also at the table, preparing to write Spring Festival couplets for his family.

The three little ones stood aside, watching curiously.

The second brother Xu Aiguo took out the ink and brush from his schoolbag, and the little girl and Xu Fengming propped up the big red paper so that the eldest brother could write.

After Xu Qing thought about what to write, he picked up the brush.

After Xu Qing wrote a copy, Xu Aiguo immediately took it to the edge of the kang to dry.

The little girl and Xu Fengming exchanged new red papers.

When Xu Qing had written all the Spring Festival couplets and Chinese characters for blessing in his room, as well as everything to be posted on the stove, water urn, noodle urn, and cupboards, the second uncle came to the door.

The people in the backyard have not asked the third uncle in the front yard to write Spring Festival couplets for the past two or three years. First, there are so many people in the courtyard, and the third uncle can't help them write them all by himself in a short while.

Secondly, the second uncle Liu Haizhong felt that the Spring Festival couplets written by Xu Qing were no worse than those of the third uncle.

Since there was someone in the backyard who could write, there was no need for him to wait for Yan Bugui.

During the Chinese New Year last year, Liu Haizhong also suggested that Xu Qing, like the third master, set up a stall on the street to help people write Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year.

It was just that at that time, his parents felt that Xu Qing had to focus on his studies after entering high school. If he wasted a few days writing Spring Festival couplets to make money, he might as well review his homework at home.

These days, when you are admitted to university, you will skyrocket. Not to mention the distribution of graduation packages, you will be directly a cadre, and the money for writing Spring Festival couplets is nothing in comparison.

Therefore, Xu Qing's parents declined the second uncle's kindness.

But the second uncle Liu Haizhong was right. He could make money to support his family by writing Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year.

However, people have to take a long-term view. If they only care about the small profits in front of them, how can they get ahead in the future.

At this moment, the second uncle looked at the Spring Festival couplets placed on the edge of the kang and kept nodding in praise.

"Xu Qing, your handwriting is still as good as last year. You have been working in the factory for half a year, and you haven't regressed at all."

Seeing the second uncle coming, Xu Qing asked Xu Aiguo to make tea.

Liu Haizhong walked to the table, took out a pack of cigarettes, put it beside Xu Qing, and said with a smile: "I will help the second uncle's family to write later."

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