The Bodhi Space of the End Times

Chapter 109 Writing Spring Festival Couplets

Zhang Zhenpeng watched the two go upstairs, turned around and entered the kitchen, and put the vegetable basket in his hand on the chopping board.

I took a piece of brown sugar from the refrigerator and put it into the casserole, cut a few slices of ginger and put it in, turned on the biogas stove and started boiling ginger and brown sugar water.

Looking at the dancing flames, Zhang Zhenpeng couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

He just finished tending the wheat in the planting room, and seeing that it was getting late, he picked a few tomatoes and went downstairs to cook noodles.

When he reached the second floor, he just heard his wife exclaim.

So what happened, he saw everything in his eyes.

However, this is also the result he wanted.

At first, he thought his daughter had nothing but admiration and gratitude for saving Jianjun.

But for more than a month, my daughter was always out of her mind, giggling inexplicably by herself, and even made clothes to give to others.

With Jianjun's temper, he was really afraid that this girl would hit her head badly.

The reason why he agreed with Nan Nan to stay there for dinner today was also to let her realize the reality so that she could give up as soon as possible.

Seeing his daughter like this now, even though he felt distressed, it was better than letting her sink deeper and deeper and ruin his life in the end.

December 29th of the lunar calendar.

On this day in previous years, people all over the country happily posted couplets and happily prepared New Year's Eve dinner.

This year is gloomy and misty, and the people are in dire straits, so how can they even think about preparing for the New Year.

Residents in the city lived on the relief food from the state. Although they couldn't eat their fill every single meal, they still wouldn't starve to death.

Due to the disordered magnetic field, the power plant often fails, and the daily power supply is very unstable.

Sometimes the power is on for two or three hours a day, and sometimes it stops for several days.

Some elderly people couldn't bear the biting cold, so they failed to celebrate the first Spring Festival after the end of the world.

Life in the countryside was not easy either. After the initial torrential rain, the crops in the field were all lost, and the crops that were planted later were buried by the snowstorm.

In addition, after all the people who went out to work came back, the food storage at home was a bit stretched.

Many people eat two meals a day, and they can only eat [-]% full.

The word doomsday.

It spread slowly in the world, and people were in a state of panic all day long.

Cases of burglary have begun to appear in many places. The state treats these people very simply, regardless of whether you are a first-time offender or have serious difficulties.

This also makes those who want to fish in the troubled waters of the last days restrain themselves.

However, in some remote areas, burning, killing and looting are not uncommon due to insufficient police force.

However, there is no trace of these difficulties in Hongyan New Village.

They have a planting room on the third floor, and wheat has been planted in it again. Although it is not as monstrous as it was before the snowstorm, after two months, the ears of wheat have begun to grow slowly.

There are also chicken coops and pig pens in the backyard, so there is no need to worry about eating meat.

The construction of hydropower and biogas has been completed early.

So, preparations for the new year are in full swing here.

Those who can write couplets should write a happy couplet by themselves.

Can't write.

Just come to Jiang Ming to write.

In the past, the couplets of Liu Suying's family were written by Jiang Ming every year.

So everyone knows that Jiang Ming has excellent calligraphy.

After breakfast, everyone came to Jiang Ming to write couplets one after another.

Seeing that there were too many people, Jiang Ming called Haohao who was making dumplings to help.

Haohao wiped off the water on his hands, looked at the uncles and uncles in the room, and smiled modestly.

"My handwriting is not as good as my father's. Everyone won't dislike me!"

"How could it be! We all know that you and Ling'er have to practice brush calligraphy for an hour every day."

Seeing that Haohao is still humble, Houzi smiled and exposed his old background.

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(End of this chapter)