On the morning of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang Yu was woken up early in the morning by the sound outside the house.
"Go to this point, go to this point, hey, hey, it's passed, it's crooked again."
"Are you talking about going to the left or to the right? If you're talking about going to this point, where is this?"
"Okay, okay, I know, go a little to the left, a little to the left, a little to the left, okay, okay, almost done."
"How is it correct?"
"Just go up a little bit, just go up a little bit."
"how about this?"
"Okay, okay, don't move. I told you not to move. You have done it again."
"..."
I opened my eyes and looked outside the window, but I only saw brand-new window grilles stuck on the window. I don't know when they were put on.
Red window grilles were put on the windows that were covered in fog, and there was a New Year atmosphere.
After Zhang Yu was woken up, he was no longer sleepy and simply wasn't ready to continue sleeping. He got dressed and opened the door.
"Sister-in-law, you cut our window grilles this year, you are so skillful!" As soon as Zhang Yu saw the style of the window grilles, he knew that it was his sister-in-law who cut them, so he couldn't boast more.
"You are so good at talking with your little mouth. It's like you've wiped honey on it. I don't know my own level?" Zhang Guifang was amused by Zhang Yu's words, although she knew that her haircut was not very good.
Good, but compliments to nephews are also very useful.
"Xiaoyu, come here quickly! Come here and see if the couplets are pasted correctly? Your brother keeps giving me random orders here." Seeing Zhang Yu go out, Zhao Wenzhuo stood on the chair and waved to him.
"Uncle, why is it posted so early this year?"
"Teacher Fang in the courtyard started writing couplets early this morning. I thought I'd post them early to save myself from queuing up."
"Teacher Fang started writing couplets so early today." Zhang Yu looked curiously at Teacher Fang who had set up a table in the yard.
Teacher Fang also heard what Zhang Yu said. After finishing writing a couplet to a neighbor, he put down his pen and said with a smile: "I didn't wake up early this morning, and I didn't have anything to do, so I thought I'd write it earlier so that you guys can do it earlier."
Paste it.”
"Teacher Fang, come home for dinner later."
Zhang Guifang put down her work, wiped her wet hands on her apron, looked at him and said.
Teacher Fang opened his mouth, not knowing how to refuse.
I know Teacher Fang Zhang Yu quite well. When he was a child, his family had good conditions and he did not go to school seriously. Instead, he hired many tutors to teach at home. After he learned enough, he became the family business.
Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, his family fell into decline, so he taught students in a private school for a period of time.
He is considered a relatively educated person in the courtyard. Every year during the Chinese New Year, he helps people in the courtyard write Spring Festival couplets. Although he is not a calligrapher, his strokes are unambiguous and his calligraphy is very beautiful.
Every year on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Spring Festival couplets he wrote would be sought after by everyone. He didn't charge any money, you just had to go to him with the red paper used to write the couplets.
And because his wife and children both died before the founding of the People's Republic of China, he is now single and doesn't know much about cooking. He usually makes do with what he can.
So when we went there, everyone brought some dishes prepared at home so that he could keep them for the New Year. Or they would bring some melon seeds or peanuts as recharge, and he would usually accept these things.
Just because he prefers children, most of these things will end up in the mouths of the children in the courtyard.
Every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the children would go to greet him with laughter and laughter. He would not be bothered by the children laughing and joking around in his home. In addition to eating in the house, he would also go to each child's house when he left.
Grab a handful of peanuts, melon seeds and the like in your pocket.
Let the children come in with a smile and leave with a smile on their face.
Zhang Yu was still a little embarrassed when he thought of this. When he went to pay New Year greetings to Teacher Fang last year, he was so grown-up and was stuffed with a bag of peanut candies.
Shaking his head to get rid of the embarrassment in his heart, he turned to look at the couplet that his uncle was pasting, and saw it read: May everything go well every year, and everything goes well.
Looking at the other two pictures that haven't been posted yet, one says: The motherland has good mountains and rivers, and the people have new years. The other one says: The labor family always has spring, and the diligent and thrifty family has more than one year.
They all have the characteristics of the past 50 years, and people's hearts convey the belief of loving the motherland and working hard to make progress.
After reading what was written on the couplet, I took a few steps back and looked up at the couplet that my uncle had posted. "Uncle, there's no need to change it if it's correct."
"Let me just say, I think the couplets have been posted correctly, but your third brother is still nagging me that I haven't posted them correctly, which makes me post them again and again, almost breaking the couplets." Zhao Wenzhuo listened.
After listening to Zhang Yu's words, he got down from the bench and kept talking about his third son.
"Then I won't show it to you. You can post it yourself."
"I don't need you anymore. I have Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu can look after me." Zhao Wenzhuo seemed a little indifferent to his son's pick.
"..."
"..."
Zhang Yu and his sister-in-law didn't interrupt, they just watched the two men bickering.
After she had finished reading, my sister-in-law spoke: "Okay, okay, you are not young anymore, so why bother with your child? Just say a few words, don't go on and on."
He turned to his son and said, "What's wrong? You're not happy with your father's words. Just listen."
Zhang Guifang spoke out. Now no one was talking about it. They both felt it was fair and they both said nothing.
The most important thing is that neither of them dares to challenge Zhang Guifang's patience. You must know that Zhang Guifang is the one in the family who has the power of life and death.
So the two people immediately retracted their words, smiled at the sister-in-law, and went to paste the couplets honestly, not only on the door frame, the bedside kang head, the noodle and water urn, large and small cupboards, livestock sheds and poultry houses, etc.
It should be affixed with auspicious words or the word "blessing".
The last couplet was posted amidst the noisy voices of the two men.
Here, Zhang Yu and his sister-in-law are preparing the food for the New Year. They need to prepare everything today and tomorrow. After all, you can't operate after midnight on the 30th.
He took a look and found that my sister-in-law had specially killed a chicken for the Chinese New Year. On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, it had been stewed and placed in a pot. It could be eaten outside for a long time.
When guests come over or you want to eat, use a spoon to scoop out a little bit and mix it with some vegetables to make a good meal.
And because the weather is relatively cold, as long as you put it outside, the food will not go bad.
