The Story of a Young Man Who Traveled Through Time and Space to Farm

Chapter 22

The year is over with the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.

In the bright sunshine, every household always replaces the old charms with new ones.

After stopping work the day before the New Year, Zhang Wuliang spent a few happy and leisurely days, and then welcomed his first "New Year" in another world.

On the night before New Year's Eve, Taohe Village began to snow again. The snow fell all night and stopped only when the sky got bright.

When people woke up the next day, the world was once again covered in silver.

But this heavy snow did not affect people's enthusiasm for preparing for the New Year.

That morning, every household got up early to fry meatballs, paste Spring Festival couplets, decorate the house, and sweep away the snow in front of the door. Everyone's face was filled with smiles.

The intoxicating aroma of food filled the air. Some children got a few strings of firecrackers, and they didn't want to set them all off at once, so they opened them up and set them off. In every corner of the village, their sporadic firecrackers were heard.

"How about this position?" Zhang Wuliang stood on the bench, holding the couplets and blessing characters that the village chief had given out before. It was said that they were written by Mr. Zhang and posted on the gate.

Since Mr. Zhang passed the examination, the Zhang family has not asked anyone to write Spring Festival couplets. Every year, Mr. Zhang's family would write some Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters for the clan, which would be sent to each family by the village chief to repay the help of the clan members.

Zhang Zhenyong stood far away and directed: "It's a bit low, a little higher."

Zhang Wuliang lifted the red couplet with both hands and moved it up: "Like this?"

Zhang Zhenyong looked at it and said: "A little lower, a little lower," he emphasized.

Zhang Wuliang did not move.

"Let me see..." Zhang Zhenyong walked forward a few steps, then backed a few steps, moved a few steps to the left, moved a few steps to the right, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, this is it."

"Then come and brush the paste on it." Zhang Wuliang held down the couplet with one hand and lifted the lower part with the other hand, exposing the door panel so that Zhang Zhenyong could brush the paste on it.

"Okay!" Zhang Zhenyong ran over, picked up the bowl of paste and the small brush, and started brushing it up.

"Brush more, so that it won't stick and fall off." Zhang Wuliang reminded.

"I know." Zhang Zhenyong brushed it seriously without raising his head.

After brushing the paste, Zhang Zhenyong put the things in his hand aside, carefully took the couplet put down by his brother, straightened it, aligned it, slowly pasted it on the door surface, and pressed it carefully.

"Huh" After finishing all these, Zhang Zhenyong breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done..."

"Hmm" Zhang Wuliang looked at it and said: "Bring the rice paste here, I'll fill in the top."

"Oh" Zhang Zhenyong held the bowl and stood next to Zhang Wuliang.

Zhang Wuliang stood on the bench, holding the couplet in one hand and the brush in the other, and brushed the upper part with difficulty, then jumped off the bench with the brush: "How is it? Let me see."

He stepped back a few steps and left a little. After careful observation, he nodded: "Hmm, it's OK, just right."

Then he threw the brush into the bowl, picked up the bench, and waved his hand: "Let's go, the couplets are all pasted, let's paste the word "Fu".