Chapter 130 Before the Chinese New Year, He Jincheng wrote Spring Festival couplets
Chapter 130 Before the Chinese New Year, He Jincheng wrote Spring Festival couplets
Author: Pigs Flying in the Sky
Chapter 130 Before the Chinese New Year, He Jincheng wrote Spring Festival couplets
The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Early in the morning, my father-in-law and mother-in-law got up to steam steamed buns.
The Chinese New Year is a big day, and we need to eat and drink well every day, so the consumption of steamed buns is very large.
Generally speaking, everyone steams it in advance and then stores it in a cool place.
The winter in the north is very cold, so you don’t have to worry about the steamed buns going bad.
In the past, steamed buns were made from corn flour, or wild vegetables made from wild vegetables, but now that the conditions at home are better, the couple make white-flour steamed buns, and the steamed buns are delicious even if they don’t eat vegetables.
Tingting held a steamed bun filled with sugar and sat in the yard by herself, chewing on it.
As this girl grows up, she gradually becomes better behaved.
"Dad, you guys were so noisy yesterday that Tingting couldn't even sleep!"
Seeing He Jincheng coming out, Tingting suddenly said aggrievedly.
He Jincheng was startled, and then quickly covered the little girl's mouth.
"You girl, what are you talking about? Are you dreaming again?"
Even though He Jincheng was quite thick-skinned, his face turned red when his daughter said that.
Guo Lan and Ye Shanhe obviously heard it. They looked at each other and smiled without saying anything, which made He Jincheng slightly relieved.
"Ahem, Jincheng, bring me the bacon. Let's eat fried bacon today!"
Guo Lan pretended to cough twice.
He Jincheng quickly went to get the bacon.
Ye Qingmeng also heard Tingting's words and originally thought of it, but ended up blushing so much that he didn't come out.
It seems that Tingting is starting to become sensible. Should she let this little girl sleep alone?
Ye Qingmeng had such an idea in his mind.
In the past, this would have been impossible.
Everyone finished the meal in a lively manner, and then He Jincheng took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone and prepared to write Spring Festival couplets.
"How many times have you read books and can you still write Spring Festival couplets?"
Ye Shanhe walked over and said with disdain.
He Jincheng smiled bitterly. When he had nothing to do in his previous life, he would hide in the house alone and practice calligraphy, which could calm him down.
Only when writing every day can he get the relaxation he has not seen for a long time.
Therefore, He Jincheng's calligraphy is very good, not even worse than that of contemporary masters.
But every time he finished writing, He Jincheng would burn it directly, and never leaked a copy of his own words.
"Dad, I have been practicing for several days, and I can still write a couplet!"
He Jincheng said with a wry smile.
"Okay, then just write it for me to see. I want to see if you are bragging!"
Ye Shanhe didn't believe He Jincheng's words at all.
He originally planned to write it himself. Although his handwriting is not very good-looking, it is horizontal and vertical, strong and powerful, and it can barely be stuck on the door.
The whole family gathered around, and Guo Lan and Ye Qingmeng helped cut the red paper.
He Jincheng was thinking about writing some Spring Festival couplets.
"Just write an update that the red willows will bloom in spring and the firecrackers will be lit up!"
He Jincheng said, then picked up the brush and started writing.
I wrote fourteen words in one breath.
Several people bent their heads to look at it, all of them with surprised expressions on their faces.
"Good guy, your calligraphy is really beautiful. How did you practice your calligraphy?"
Ye Shanhe said not only in shock.
He knew a little bit about calligraphy and practiced it regularly, but he thought he couldn't compare with He Jincheng's calligraphy.
Compared with He Jincheng's handwriting, my own handwriting is like that of a child in kindergarten.
"Although I don't know calligraphy, Jincheng, your calligraphy is really beautiful, it feels like a painting! You are indeed my good son-in-law!"
Guo Lan also tutted and praised.
Ye Qingmeng looked at He Jincheng with a touch of surprise and deep happiness.
It is of course a happy thing that my husband is so powerful.
"It's okay, okay, I'm just writing casually!"
He Jincheng chuckled.
"Humph, look at what you are capable of. All the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters will be handed over to you, and I will be free!"
Ye Shanhe snorted, obviously feeling shocked by He Jincheng's calligraphy, and went out for a walk with his hands behind his back.
He Jincheng smiled and then continued writing Spring Festival couplets.
In his previous life, he had to write a hundred characters every day. After his rebirth, this was the first time he wrote, which allowed him to regain some of his previous feelings.
The more I wrote, the more focused I became. In less than twenty minutes, I finished all the Spring Festival couplets, enough for my family.
Just when He Jincheng was still a little unfinished, Ye Shanhe came back with a group of people.
"Come on, come on, don't worry, everyone, prepare the Spring Festival couplets and red paper you want to write. My son-in-law will write it for you today. It will definitely be better than asking others to write it!"
As Ye Shanhe walked, he directed the crowd to come in.
He Jincheng and Ye Qingmeng were both stunned.
But He Jincheng soon reacted.
Well, this is treating yourself as a free coolie!
Anyway, I just happened to be writing it when I was in the mood, so I might as well just help the villagers write it all.
So He Jincheng did nothing that day and kept writing Spring Festival couplets.
He thought over all kinds of couplets and wrote hundreds of them, almost emptying his mind of all the couplets.
On this day, He Jincheng felt like he had finished writing all the Spring Festival couplets in his life.
"Okay, here's the last one, to welcome the Spring Festival, happiness and wealth, wealth, blessings and peace!"
He Jincheng said with a smile, took the last couplet and handed it to Aunt Liu at the opposite door.
"Hey, Jincheng, your calligraphy is so beautiful that I don't want to stick it on the door. It's just like the calligrapher on TV!"
Aunt Liu held the Spring Festival couplets and marveled.
"Hahaha, if you like it, Aunt Liu, I can write you a few more words when I have time!"
He Jincheng laughed heartily.
During the Chinese New Year, with his mother-in-law and his wife helping him, He Jincheng seldom went to the kitchen.
The New Year's goods we bought have almost been packed away, and we are just waiting for everyone to have a good meal together on New Year's Eve.
Guo Lan made some fruits as snacks, sprinkled sesame seeds on them, and crunched them in his mouth.
He Jincheng also made some French fries, which everyone liked to eat.
As a result, He Jincheng made a lot of food and distributed it to the villagers in the village to eat.
The villagers praised He Jincheng one by one for his ability.
What they don’t know is that they may be the first people in Pingyao Town to eat French fries!
The days passed quickly, and I was happy every day. In a blink of an eye, the day of New Year's Eve was here.
He Jincheng lit the fireworks he bought, and for a moment the sky above the entire Lianhua Village was filled with beautiful fireworks.
The villagers came out one after another to watch this unprecedented fireworks show.