[Release Master Badge Task: Write Spring Festival Couplets in your own hand!]
Is this okay?
Zhou Yan's waist was shaken and he didn't recover for a long time.
"Isn't this master mission too hasty? And..."
Zhou Yan was just about to say that his calligraphy was not yet level 6, but when he opened his attribute bar and took a look, he found that his calligraphy skill had reached level 6 at some point.
【Sloppy, non-existent!
If compared with famous calligraphers in history, host you are a scumbag.
But in reality, your level is worthy of the title of master!】
When it comes to reality, Zhou Yan is naturally confident.
Just find a chicken, dip its paws in the ink, and the thing that comes out will be much better than those "everyone" in the Calligraphy Association, not to mention Zhou Yan, who has learned calligraphy from famous teachers.
Therefore, Zhou Yan accepted the task half-heartedly and half-heartedly.
After returning home, Zhou Yan suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no reward for the calligraphy master's trial mission...
"Master System, what's going on?"
[What kind of bicycle do you want? Are you embarrassed to tell this system about rewards? The best calligraphy master in history?]
Zhou Yan was so sprayed by the system that he became autistic.
After lunch, Zhou Yan told his parents that he wanted to write Spring Festival couplets, which frightened the two elderly people...
"Son, it's not that we look down on you, but have you forgotten those brushes and inks you used to waste when you were a child?"
You two are really masters at digging up dark history. You can easily pick up your son’s dark history anytime, anywhere.
"After the college entrance examination, I have been practicing. How about I write a few for you to take a look at?"
"Okay then," the second veteran nodded doubtfully, "you can buy the ink and brush yourself!"
Then, Zhou Yan took off his father's military coat from the kang and put it on backwards, picked up his helmet and put it on, then rode an electric donkey back to the town. He bought all the pens, ink and red paper for writing Spring Festival couplets.
I raced all the way back home.
The father and mother had already put away the table, waiting for Zhou Yan to come in, and assigned a task with a smile: "Son, first write a poem about Prosperity of Six Livestocks!"
Zhou Yan had no right to refute, so he took out the red paper he bought, cut out a piece with a thin line, picked up the pen, dipped in the ink poured into the small saucer, and wrote "Six Animals are Prosperous".
After finishing writing, Zhou Yan put down the pen, removed the remote control for the paperweight, picked up the couplet, blew it, and handed it to his father...
"Well, it's not bad! At this level, writing couplets should be enough!"
Nonsense, Su Dongpo's calligraphy is definitely enough for writing couplets!
The next step is to cut more paper and write more Spring Festival couplets.
The three sets of courtyards required more than twenty couplets in total. Even though Zhou Yan had specially practiced wrist strength, after finishing writing, he still felt extremely sore in his wrists...
As for the system's prompt sound of "Congratulations to the host for completing the Calligraphy Master Badge mission", it did not stir up any emotion in Zhou Yan's heart.
The previous Go master badge was in the shape of a hand holding up chess pieces and placing them on the board; the calligraphy master badge was a brush placed diagonally on the word "Yong". Unfortunately, the brush placed diagonally was just right.
The short horizontal line blocking the word "Yong" looks like "water" if you don't look carefully.
What do you mean by this?
"I also know that this calligraphy master is a bit too wet, but you don't have to be so disgusting about the system, right?"
【Mistake!】
"Give me some affordable compensation?" Zhou Yan pushed further.
[The "painting" of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, 50% discount on the tutorial? 】
Zhou Yan couldn't bear to part with the points, he bargained hard and said: "It's the Chinese New Year, shouldn't the painting tutorial be given away for free?"
[Then put it into the subsequent rewards of painting!]
Zhou Yan immediately became interested: "Follow-up rewards?"
【No comment!!】
Seeing that Zhou Yan had been writing couplets all afternoon, my parents were reluctant to let him make dumplings in the evening. Of course, it was possible that they disliked the "smell of ink" on his hands.
In the end, the only tasks that fell into Zhou Yan's hands were peeling garlic, pounding garlic paste, and lighting a fire.
Although the biogas at home has been used for less than half a year, and in order to ensure the continuity of gas supply, a gas storage tank and a booster pump have been installed on the gas supply system, which can be used for "large" tasks such as steaming steamed buns and cooking dumplings.
When it comes to work, the old couple usually leaves it to the hard-working firewood stove.
The dumplings were cooked quickly, and while the family was enjoying the meal, there was a knock on the door.
Father Zhou shouted out the door at the top of his lungs: "Come in, the door is open!"
After a while, two neighbors opened the door and entered the house.
"Hey, Third Uncle, we're eating dumplings!"
"Let's have some together!" Father Zhou said politely.
"No need!" The two men pulled up two chairs from the side and sat down.
"Third uncle, I want to ask you something, will your family kill pigs this year? If so, we won't buy them elsewhere. Now this instant pork doesn't even taste like meat!"
"A few pigs were left specially for the New Year..."
Father Zhou looked at Zhou Yan’s mother, who quickly answered the question: “If you want, you can tell me how many, and I’ll leave them for you when the time comes!”
"Then let's leave twenty catties to each family, even the tail ends are fine!"
After placing the "order", the two neighbors got up and left: "Uncle Third, you guys eat first, we're going back!"
"No more!"
While the family of three was having breakfast, before they had time to wash the dishes, another group of neighbors came, also with the purpose of placing "orders"...
At about ten o'clock in the evening, the family of three took stock and found that the lives of several of their pigs could not be saved.
When Mr. Zhou Yan saw this posture, he quickly called several aunts.
"Sister, our family will kill a pig in a few days, how much do you want..."
After a phone call, another pig's life could not be saved...
On the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month, just after breakfast, Zhou Yan’s father was taken away. It was around eight o’clock in the evening when he came back smelling of alcohol. When he got home, he took out a small book with money in his pocket.
He handed it to Mrs. Zhou Yan, then fell down on the kang, and soon began to snore.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhou Yan rolled her eyes, picked up the money and counted it, then opened her notebook and did some calculations. She raised her head and smiled at Zhou Yan: "Your father is really evil.
After eating out all day, I only lost ten dollars!"
Zhou Yan grinned: "I don't know what's going on here!"
"Yes! But..." Mrs. Zhou Yan put the money away, stuffed it into the grid at the head of the bed, and sighed slightly, "Your father is really stupid. He plows the land for others. Not only does it plow deeply, but he also plows the corners.
The place is taken care of, and the asking price is the same as outside..."
Zhou Yan smiled and joked: "My father is not real, can you be my mother?"
"You're the only one who talks a lot!" I rolled my eyes and thought for a moment, "Oh, Shitou, do we have to prepare something to go to Ruoshu's house during the first month?"
"No need," Zhou Yan chuckled, "We haven't discussed marriage yet!"
"Then why are you going to the capital to look at houses during the National Day?"
Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at his mother in surprise: "Who told you this?"
"Who else could it be? Ruoshu!" I said proudly, "Why do you think I left her my phone number?"
Zhou Yan suddenly felt weak and thought for a moment: "Let's wait another three years. Ruoshu plans to upgrade to a bachelor's degree and then take the postgraduate entrance examination. After becoming a graduate student, we will register and receive the certificate!"
"It will take another three years!" The smile on Zhou Yan's face froze, and she sighed faintly, "I thought I would be able to have a grandson in two or three years!"
Zhou Yan almost cried: He has been active enough in his life, and he found a girlfriend in his freshman year.
"Mom, my brother-in-law just gave birth to his second child," Zhou Yan couldn't help but smile, "My two cousins are not married yet, so why should we be anxious..."
