"It's the first time I've been back for so long."

At around 6 o'clock in the morning of New Year's Eve, Chu Heng lazily got up from the bed, completely losing his tiredness every morning. His eyes were bright and red, and his whole body looked refreshed.

This is not because his fitness has been effective, but because he is preparing for today's Big Eve. Last night, Xiao Ni and Qin Jingru both thoughtfully gave this guy a vacation.

"Get up quickly, don't you still have to write couplets?"

At this time, Xiao Ni also sat up from the bed, quickly dressed in her clothes, and was full of confidence on her beautiful face, and was about to go and feed the child.

"Yeah, that's it." Chu Heng sat up with his body, looked at his pretty wife who was only wearing a small vest and half-covered with a graceful and plump white body. He felt as if he was calm in his heart. He silently took the clothes handed over by Xiao Ni and wore them one by one to his body.

No matter how good the fish and meat are, they will be fucked by the weather, so it is necessary to eat some radish pickles in the club or foot washing city to change the taste...

After a while.

Xiao Ni, who had put on her clothes first, went downstairs and put on her shoes, turned around and looked at her husband who was still slapping, and told her: "You'll go write couplets when you're done, and I'll go and help you after I'm finished feeding the child."

"Okay."

Chu Heng nodded and replied.

Only then did Ni Yinghong leave a ray of fragrant wind, her figure graceful and graceful.

After a while, Chu Heng also put on his clothes and came out of the bedroom. He went to the bathroom to wash up, then ran to the study and prepared to write couplets and the word "Fu".

His house has a large yard and many rooms. According to custom, couplets, characters such as Fu are pasted with every door and window in the house, so this job is a big project.

After entering the study, Chu Heng went straight to the desk and looked at the stack of red papers bought in advance on the table. He bent down and took out a sharp knife from the drawer, and began to cut the red papers one by one to the right size.

After more than ten minutes of busyness, my cousin came over before Xiao Ni could come.

"Come on, I'll help you, brother-in-law."

Seeing that Chu Heng was still cutting paper, she immediately rolled up her sleeves, swayed her long legs and quickly stepped forward to help. With the cooperation of the two, they finished cutting the red paper in a short while.

Chu Heng put the red paper together and put it on the side of the desk, then took out a bottle of ink and poured it on the table into the piece of Song Dynasty Chengni inkstone he got from Zhang Yiyan, preparing to start writing couplets.

"Have you written the couplet?"

At this moment, Ni Yinghong and Qin Jingru walked in together, and the girl was holding a pot of steaming paste that had just been boiled.

"Right now!"

Chu Heng quickly put the ink bottle aside, reached out and picked out a brush from the pen holder, dipped it in the ink, and then splashed ink on a piece of cut red paper.

He didn't write calligraphy for a long time, so he didn't show off much. He could only be considered a normal rule. No one would buy it for money, but there was no problem using it to write couplets.

When Chu Heng saw a series of pens, he quickly wrote a pair of Spring Festival couplets, and then he reminded the three girls of Xiao Ni who were watching around him, "This is from the gate."

The three of them immediately stepped forward, took the upper and lower couplets and horizontal banners, and then brought the paste with them, and left the study with chatter and laughing.

Chu Heng continued to play the role of a tool man, writing the word "Fu" and couplets one by one.

After working so hard until about 7:30, several of them posted couplets and the characters Fu in the doors and windows of each room in the courtyard.

"Oh, I'm so tired. I'll stop working next year. I'd better spend some money to ask Uncle Yan to write it."

Chu Heng mumbled and came out of the study with his sore wrist, looked at the yard covered with red paper, nodded happily, and said, "The New Year atmosphere is getting stronger now."

At this time, Yang Guizhi, carrying a large tray of breakfast, quickly walked in from behind the moon gate. Seeing that there was a trace of ink on his face, he poked at the door of the study. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Come out quickly and eat soon."

"Oh, come."

Chu Heng, who had been hungry, quickly turned around and went to the bathroom, washed his hands and face, and then quickly went to the main hall.

At this time, everyone else in the family came over and they had already eaten.

If this scene was placed at the homes of the old and young men before liberation, except for the two deaf old ladies and sisters, Ni Yinghong and other women would be forced to get two women!

But now in the new society, I don’t talk about it. Moreover, Chu Heng’s status in this family is better than the two dogs in the doghouse outside and the birds raised by Ni Yinghong in the wing room, so he didn’t dare to show off his might. He quickly came to his wife and sat down, picked up the bowl and whispered away.

After Ni Yinghong picked up a bun for her husband, she turned around and continued to talk to others about the topic just now: "If you want me to tell me that we will see the bottom of the New Year's Eve dinner."

"This is good, it's stable, and it's a good start." The deaf old lady nodded when she heard this, put down her chopsticks with a smile, and sighed: "I remember that when we were a child, we had sixteen dishes at the bottom of the New Year, but since we finished the family, we have never eaten such a sumptuous meal."

Old Mrs. Wu Xiumei smiled and said, "I also have an impression of this. I remember that I was fried stews and meatballs every year. The taste was so delicious that I drooled when I think about it!"

"We will fry this one later. I will. My grandma also fryed it when she was alive." Ni Yinghong immediately recommended herself.

"That's good." The deaf old lady said happily.

My cousin is from Northeast China and doesn’t understand the customs here very well, so she asked in confusion: “What is the bottom of the four or four?”

"It's four cold dishes, four hot stir-fry, four meat dishes, and four soup dishes." Yang Guizhi explained to her with a smile,

"oh oh!"

Duan Fengchun, who had lived such a big life and experienced this pomp, couldn't help but smack her tongue.

Then, a few women, both young and old, began to study the recipes for the evening again, preparing to make a few special ones for each one, and even Duan Fengchun was excited to sign up to make a pot of pork buns.

Chu Heng did not interfere with the whole process. After eating breakfast quickly, he wiped his mouth and stood up, saying to everyone: "You eat first, I'll go and pick up my second aunt and the others."

"Slow down the road." Ni Yinghong turned around and reminded him, and then went to discuss the recipe.

"Godfather is gone."

Chu Heng approached the little tiger girl sitting in my mother's arms, kissed her dotingly on the face, and then left the yard with the little guy's silver bell-like laughter, and drove towards his second uncle's house.

In fact, according to the rules, he should have gone to Chu Jianshe’s house to celebrate the New Year. However, his family was too many, and if they all went there, the second uncle’s house would probably not be able to sit still, so he discussed with Chu Jianshe and asked them to come.

Chu Heng drove all the way and soon arrived at the second uncle's house in the Grain Bureau's family courtyard.

As the No. 1 leader, Chu Jianshe was able to set an example, so he had to go to work today and had to get off work in the evening before he could get over. So at this time, only the second aunt with a big belly and two young people were at home.
Chapter completed!