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Chapter 95 Selling couplets! (Please subscribe)
"Comrade Sun Jianping, long time no see!"

The speaker was none other than Wang Zhongyun, director of the Publicity Department of No. 1 Heavy Industry Plant!

That is, the father of Wang Yumei, Wang Yuzhu, and Wang Yunan!

"Hello, Director Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still so strong!" Sun Jianping can be rude to anyone, but he must be polite to this one!
My pigtails are in someone else's hands!
"You are so brave, you went to our factory cafeteria to eat and drink!" Wang Zhongyun glared at him and laughed again, "But your handwriting is good, practice it carefully, and you will definitely be useful in the future. "

"Thank you, Director Wang, for your compliments. Aren't you doing a report performance today? When will it start? I'm anxious to see it." Sun Jianping laughed, muttering to himself that it must be the fat chef's fault. He will go there later. Hecheng, let’s see if I don’t show him any strength.

Wang Zhongyun raised his wrist, revealing a shiny Zhongshan brand all-steel watch, and frowned, "It's about to start. I'll go get ready first. Come and sit at my house when you have time!"

Sun Jianping nodded, looked at his back, and shook his head helplessly.

This uncle... probably really doesn't recognize me!
Maybe... I don't dare to recognize you?
Sun Jianping remembers it very clearly. When he was very young, Uncle Wang Zhongyun lived next to his house and was his father's subordinate. Later, he was transferred to his hometown of Hecheng due to work reasons. Now they have reunited several times, and both parties are familiar with it. Treated as a passerby, it seems...

Forget it, only great heroes can show their true colors. They are true celebrities who show off their talents. I just need to think highly of myself. Do I need to look at other people’s faces?
He rubbed his nose and returned to the bay red horse. Zhang Ziyi was sitting in the car eating melon seeds. When he saw him coming, he grabbed a handful from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Uncle Zhang, how much did we sell?" Sun Jianping asked in a low voice after seeing no one around.

Zhang Ziyi glanced around with his eyes and waved to him. Sun Jianping came over, and Zhang Ziyi lowered his voice, "I don't know either!"

Depend on!
I didn’t know you were so mysterious!
"I sold more than a hundred yuan here, and even more from Lao Cao's place. I filled a bag full of bare steel ingots. I think there must be three hundred and five if not four hundred..." Zhang Ziyi chuckled, "This It’s all thanks to you, if it weren’t for you, we would all have to go to the northwest next year!”

"This amount of money is still not enough. There are too many places to spend money next year..."

"Why do you care so much? There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. At worst, we will grab food then..."

Zhang Ziyi realized that he had lost his words, so he closed his mouth and sat cross-legged in the car, eating melon seeds.

"I just scanned around and found that there is still a money channel that no one is working on. Uncle Zhang, please do me a favor!"

Sun Jianping took out the red paper, cotton thread, brushes and ink he just bought from the supply and marketing cooperative and spread them on the carriage.

It was so cold that the ink solidified as soon as the brush was dipped in it. Sun Jianping brought the brush close to his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. The white frost on the hair of the wolf melted rapidly, and the dark ink dripped on the carriage, quickly condensing into a black spot.

"Writing couplets, you really are a boy!" Zhang Ziyi saw that he was using both red paper and a calligraphy pen. He patted his thigh and suddenly realized, what a boy!
This is so stupid!

Why didn't I think of that!
"Wait!"

Zhang Ziyi hurriedly jumped out of the carriage and dove into the crowd, leaving Sun Jianping confused.

What did Uncle Zhang do?

After a while, Zhang Ziyi hurried back with a broken earthenware basin. There was also a lot of hot coals in the basin. When the wind blew, sparks flew out. He put the earthenware basin next to Sun Jianping and put his hand over it to bake. Roast, "It's okay this time, it's warm, let's write!"

Sun Jianping smiled, Uncle Zhang is reliable!
The two men folded up the red paper, took a roll of cotton thread, stuffed the thread ends into the red paper, and with a tug, the cotton rope cut the red paper into long strips like a sharp knife.

Sun Jianping took one, raised the brush high, took a deep breath, thought for a long time, and then put it down.

It's not that he doesn't want to write, or that he can't write, but...

These days...

What to write?

Whatever I write is wrong!

Do you dare to write a story about prosperity, prosperity, longevity and happiness? Try it!
I can’t kill you!

Come on, tell me how you want to make a lot of money, where does your money come from, do you want to make money?
Enough life!

He put the frozen tip of the brush on the pot and baked it, with a troubled look on his face, "Uncle Zhang, what are you writing?"

"what?"

Comrade Lao Zhang, who was stretching his neck to watch the propaganda team members setting up a stage in the distance to prepare for a performance, was also confused by his question. He scratched his head, rolled his eyes, and there it was!

"Just write Gong Xi Fa Cai!"

"Pull it down, do you believe that as soon as I finish writing, I will stay with Wang Jingang for a while?"

Lao Zhang was also dizzy, scratching his head, what should I write?
"Yes!" Sun Jianping looked up at the big red slogan reporting the performance in the distance, and wrote a line of neat Wei stele style!
"I like to see thousands of waves of rice, and heroes everywhere are setting off the sunset smoke." After writing, he picked up the red paper, put it on the brazier to bake, tilted his head to admire it, and grinned.

Not bad!

The font is strong and powerful, showing the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties!
"Hey, I'm telling you, your skills at selling tricks are much better than sticking your head up..." Zhang Ziyi picked up two pieces of red paper, looked at them, and kept grinning. This kid's brain is out of control!

There is absolutely nothing wrong with writing this!
He suddenly frowned, "What a shame!"

"Ok!"

Sun Jianping hurriedly added a horizontal batch.

"Long live the members!"

"Hehehe, that's right!"

Lao Zhang put the horizontal scroll on his forehead, stretched his neck and shouted, "We are selling couplets, we are posting couplets during the New Year, anyone who wants couplets is cheap, a dime a pair, a great calligrapher is writing couplets on the spot!"

He yelled like this, attracting the people watching the excitement around. Everyone looked curious. In these days, there are still people who dare to write couplets regardless of life and death?

Little did he know that Principal Wei of the county primary school had just "written" himself into the couplets?

Adults and children crowded towards the carriage. Zhang Ziyi shouted at the big guys to stay back. They came one by one, and they all came!
"This word is written...so exciting!"

The farmer who bought the couplet glanced at it and gave a thumbs up secretly. Not only did this child write beautifully, but he also had a high level of consciousness. Look at these two sentences he wrote. Regardless of whether he was a commune cadre or the king of heaven, he couldn't choose. Something is wrong!

"Don't grab it, don't grab it, it's all there!"

After appreciating Sun Jianping's "masterpiece" and confirming that there was no risk, the common people finally felt relieved and flocked over one after another. They competed for each other and raised their cents high!

Zhang Ziyi was so happy that his back molars were exposed. This business without capital was so exciting!

Red paper only costs a penny!
Cut eight pieces of paper with one knife and write four couplets, making a net profit of thirty-nine cents!

Money flies in like snow!
Send out the couplets one by one!
It was such a cold day that the two of us were so busy that our foreheads were covered in sweat!

"Lao Cao, Lao Cao, you know how to be aroused every day when you are riding a horse. Come and help, you are so busy!" Zhang Ziyi stood on the carriage, shouting and selling couplets. He saw Lao Cao wandering around in the crowd, talking nonsense. Neck shouts!

Lao Cao panicked when he saw it. What the hell were these two men doing?
He hurried over, jumped on the carriage, and together with Lao Zhang, he called everyone to line up and come one by one!

Sun Jianping splashed his ink here and wrote poems by great people. He also added auspicious words such as "Long live the commune members", "Hello People's Commune", "Happy Harvest" and other auspicious words as horizontal comments. The main thing is that there is nothing wrong with him!

It’s the Chinese New Year, and who doesn’t want to be lucky? In this era, there is no safer “lucky” than these words!

"Give me one!"

More and more people gathered, and the road was blocked for a while. Sun Jianping shook his sore wrist, looked at the few red papers left, and hurriedly asked Lao Cao to hurry up and buy some more red paper!

Two brothers, Xu Jinshan and Xu Jinshui, also came over to help. They were all busy cutting paper and baking ink.

"What are you doing, writing couplets? Who asked you to write couplets!"

A man squeezed in from outside. He was wearing an old sheepskin coat on a cold day, with a cigarette in his mouth and a bag of five or six bags on his back. He pushed left and right and pushed aside the two farmers beside him. Pass the couplet written by Sun Jianping, "The four seas are churning with clouds and water, the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder... Damn it, what is this written!"

Sun Jianping stopped writing, "What the hell, man, do we, the Ermajia Seventh Team, still need your approval to write a couplet?"

"Hey, you little bastard, who are you with?" The militia captain glared, took a puff of cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and reached out to grab the brush in Sun Jianping's hand!

"Stop fucking moving!"

As soon as this guy took action, a black "single one" hit his forehead!
Zhang Ziyi squatted on the carriage with his legs crossed and smiled coldly, "Whose crotch was not fastened tightly and exposed you? You got the courage to come to us to set up a stick. Let's first ask if the guy in your third master's hand agrees. !”

Sun Jianping raised his eyebrows and gave Zhang Ziyi a thumbs up!
Third uncle is so strong!

Third uncle is tough enough!

Third uncle is strong and tough!

(End of this chapter)