Damn it, Who Wants to Have Babies With a Love Rival

18

　Chapter 18

　　Ji Congzhe laughed so hard at the side that he almost died. He teased Lin Zhen, "Hey, you haven't graduated from elementary school, can you do it?"

　　Lin Zhen "............"

　　Chen Hu couldn't take the answer anymore. He stamped his feet in embarrassment, "It's okay, Lin Zhen, Brother Hu can still get the money for the Spring Festival couplets."

　　Ji Congzhe laughed enough and said to Chen Hu seriously, "Brother Hu, Lin Zhenxing is good at it. Just let him try it. If the writing is good, you will save a few dollars."

　　When Chen Hu saw this, he didn't intend to mess with Lin Zhen. He nodded, "Okay, I remember there is a brush and ink at Uncle Yang's house. I'll get it."

　　When the neighbors heard that Lin Zhen was going to write Spring Festival couplets, they all came to see it. Uncle Yang dug out an ink bottle that had not been touched for eight hundred years and a split writing brush. "I don't know if this bottle of ink can still be used." "

　　He wiped the dust on the ink bottle with a rag, unscrewed the cap and found that the liquid inside had dried up due to being dusted for too long. He could only take a bowl, use chopsticks to stir the contents out, and add a drop. Grind the water slowly.

　　Ji Congzhe helped spread the red paper on the table and held down the two corners. Lin Zhen holds the brush and dips it in ink. He hangs his wrist on the paper and touches it, making flowing words and writing as vigorous as pine.

　　The neighbors were surprised and praised, "Lin Zhen, you can actually write calligraphy?"

　　Chen Hu couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh, Lin Zhen didn't expect you to have this ability. This is even better than what the teacher in the village wrote."

　　Uncle Yang: "We will let Lin Zhen write the Spring Festival couplets from now on."

　　After Lin Zhen finished writing the Spring Festival couplets, Aunt Yang gave them a little glue. Ji Congzhe and Lin Zhen used the glue to paste the two Spring Festival couplets on the door, and finally put a horizontal label on the door frame.

　　As soon as the Spring Festival couplets are posted, the New Year atmosphere is instantly overflowing.

　　Originally, Ji Congzhe and the others planned to stew a pork knuckle and grill a fish, but the two families next door disagreed. They thought that the New Year's Eve dinner in rural areas should be hot and lively no matter how many people are in your family or how difficult the conditions are this year. It would be ridiculous to cook a table full of food.

　　By about three o'clock in the afternoon, the two families next door started to get busy. Everyone moved stools and sat under the eaves, choosing vegetables and lighting the stove.

　　Lin Zhen also has a coal stove at home, which has been placed in the stairwell. Today he wanted to stew elbows, so he took it out, but there were no coal cakes, so he asked his next door neighbor to borrow two coal cakes. While Lin Zhen was burning the coal cakes, Ji Congzhe sat under the eaves and carefully shaved off the pig knuckle he bought.

　　Today, the two families next door bought hard vegetables. Fish and meat are essential. No matter how frugal you are, you still have to spend the money you should spend on this day.

　　Aunt Yang sighed while scraping the potato skins, "In previous years, we would have had to wrap rice dumplings during the Chinese New Year. Last year's harvest was not good and there were not many glutinous rice grains."

　Wang Xiaoyan smiled and said, "Next year, plant some glutinous rice and wrap dozens of rice dumplings."

　　After Ji Congzhe washed the pig knuckles, Wang Xiaoyan roughly told him how to do it. The neighbors next door would also be busy, so they could only let them figure it out by themselves.