Ji Congzhe was laughing 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 reply, he was embarrassed. He stomped his feet, "It's okay, Lin Zhen, Brother Hu can still get the money for the Spring Festival couplets." Ji
Congzhe laughed enough, and then he said seriously to Chen Hu, "Brother Hu, Lin Zhen is good at it, just let him try it. If the writing is good, wouldn't it save a few dollars?"
When Chen Hu saw this, he didn't want to mess with Lin Zhen. He nodded, "Okay, I remember that Uncle Yang's house has brushes and ink. Go 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. It can't be used anymore."
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, so he could only take a bowl and stir the contents with chopsticks. Come out, add a drop of water and grind 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.
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 such a skill. It's even better than the teacher in the village." Yang
Yang Uncle, "Let's 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 paste. Ji Congzhe and Lin Zhen soaked the paste and pasted the two Spring Festival couplets on the door, and finally on the door frame. There is a horizontal batch posted on it.
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. However, 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 still have 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 said with a smile, "Then plant some glutinous rice next year 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.
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