The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Red paper was bought in department stores.

In this era, unlike modern times, you can buy ready-made Spring Festival couplets, and couplets are not written casually, which should conform to the characteristics of the current era.

So basically by the end of the year, those families in the village who can write a little calligraphy will start to bustle, and the neighbors will take their own red paper to write couplets.

In previous years, Gu Lingling followed Gu Juan all day. She was gloomy and didn't talk much. She didn't even write her own couplets, and it was even more impossible for others.

But this year is different. Gu Lingling has promised several families to help write couplets early. The ink they use is the ink they practice big characters on weekdays.

Her handwriting is good, and she is familiar with red books and great poems, and her couplets are basically from the quotations there.

"Our Lingling is really good." The old village head said with admiration.

As soon as the couplet of Gu's family and the old village head's family was posted, more people came to Gu Lingling's house to ask him to write the couplet. Gu Lingling was not hypocritical, and basically belonged to whoever came.

As long as she brings red paper, she will help write it.

But Gu Chunhai's face is getting darker day by day.

It was not easy for his daughter to raise some meat. As a result, she was busy bowing her head and writing couplets these two days. If it weren't for his urging, these people even ignored whether his girl ate or not.

This won't work.

So, when another group of people came, Gu Chunhai turned them down with a dark face, "pillar, I remember your family just wrote it the day before yesterday?"

Today, let's write a couplet again. Is their daughter made of iron?

"That what..." the man named Zhu touched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Yesterday, my brother-in-law came home and saw that the couplet was written so well that he was going to leave. So..."

Gu Chunhai's face was black. "Ling Ling hasn't eaten yet. I'll write to you when she's free."

Don't think he doesn't know. Among these people, they all write for the second time.

Gu Lingling's heart was warm. It was really good to be protected by her father. Gu Chunhai rushed to the Kang to warm her by squinting her eyes and holding a hot water bottle.

"Dad, I'm going out this afternoon." Gu Lingling drank the brown sugar water flushed by Gu Chunhai, and immediately felt that her whole body was warm.

"What are you doing out in such a cold day? Tell Dad what you want, and dad will help you." Gu Chunhai was cooking in the kitchen. When he heard Gu Lingling's words, his first consciousness was opposition.

It's too cold outside.

"Dad, you can't stop me from going out. I've been holding back for days." Gu Lingling pouted, "Grandpa, do you think so?"

"Yes, let her go out to relax. If she's at home in the afternoon, how many people will let her write a pair." Find Gu Laozi's idea and write it by a good friend.

Every family in this village writes about it, and my granddaughter is still working hard.

"Yes, I want to go to the army to send two pairs to Yating's family and brother Yang's family, as well as some words of blessing." Gu Lingling said.

"Well, dad will go with you this afternoon." Guchunhai said in the kitchen, "have you finished writing the couplet for your grandmother's house? Go to deliver the couplet with your father tomorrow."

By the way, buy some new year goods and send them to the father-in-law's family.

Although there is no snow now, and the previous snow has almost melted, he is still worried, so even if his daughter wants to go out, he will accompany her.

Gu Lingling smiled sweetly, "good."

Feeling the taste of being spoiled is actually good.

And she found that her father's consciousness was getting higher and higher now, which was a little like a daughter slave.