Let it go when your mind comes to it. It depends on whether you live with two pots of phalaenopsis orchids. Tian Ye turned around and went to the kitchen to cook.
There is no need to point out things like sleeping in the cage. It is not appropriate for a woman at home to sleep in the daytime during the Chinese New Year. If outsiders know, it will definitely be laughed at.
I don’t know why my family has forgotten how popular it is these days, and there are so many people visiting. Except when Tian Ye was in the provincial capital, he had never been so popular.
And I have to say that there is a huge demand for red paper at home, because people visiting the house saw Mr. Lin teaching their three children to write big characters. By comparison, people thought Mr. Lin's writing was better than the red paper they bought.
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This is not Aunt Niu's business in the provincial capital. Mr. Lin has supported the stall here. The difference is that everything written by Mr. Lin is given to others for free, and even the red paper these days is Mr. Lin's.
Self-prepared.
Even Chang Bao, who was not very sensible, muttered when he saw the grand occasion: "It would be very distressing if grandma saw so many things given away. Grandpa, grandma, I don't care about this. How can you
Can you write some for my grandma?"
Tian Tianxin said how much this child misses Grandma, and he has taken such things to heart.
Forgive Mr. Lin for not knowing that she is such an opportunistic grandma. Looking at her little granddaughter’s appearance, Mr. Lin is quite considerate: “Our friend Changbao, yes, whatever you want to write, grandpa will write two pictures.”
Okay. Later, Changbao will send you some milk. Let’s celebrate the New Year.”
Chang Bao pursed his lips and stared at the couplets on the table: "It's so good that I don't need it, but can you write more. Two pieces are too few."
Mr. Lin looked at Changbo with a different look: "Their house is big and there are a lot of places to post it."
My granddaughter has made quite good friends, and she is quite qualified. These days, there are only a few people who can post couplets in homes in provincial capitals, which are in high demand.
Changshun saw that grandpa was about to fall into a trap, and he couldn't bear it: "Grandpa, that's not the case. Grandma set up a stall to buy pairs during the Chinese New Year."
Mr. Lin is such a calm person who doesn't get surprised at all times. He didn't know how to change the expression on his face when Chang Shun said a word. He never thought that one day he would put his handwriting on the stall to buy pairs.
.My granddaughter has really good eyesight. At least it proves that she can still read her handwriting.
Chang Bao didn't know what grandpa was thinking. He just sighed and regretted: "I wish I had known grandpa's writing was good. I could have saved more for grandma."
Mr. Lin's mouth twitched when he heard this: "This, that, this, Changbao."
How do you tell your children? It's okay to send each other couplets and so on. That's the friendship between our families. But if you want to send couplets to buy something, forget it.
Changshun could tell at a glance what his grandfather was thinking, but not everyone who saw these couplets thought about how to get the money.
You know, every year during the Chinese New Year, grandpa would grind his back teeth on the matter of asking for couplets from grandma.
Changshun: "Grandpa, before and after the Chinese New Year in previous years, grandma always pestered mom, grandpa, and my sister-in-law's grandpa to write these things. We are too far away from the provincial capital. Even if you write, you can't send them.
Don’t worry about the past.”
What Changshun wants to express is, first, you are not the only one who has been deceived like this. Second, the time this year is wrong. This will not happen.
Mr. Lin was not at ease at all. He looked at the way his little granddaughter looked at him. She looked like she was being remembered. As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid of being missed. With his handwriting, sooner or later
They all have to go to the street stalls. Thinking about it, I feel a little embarrassed.
If an acquaintance recognizes him, hey, I can't think about it, I can't think about it. Mr. Lin only wishes that the distance between Kyoto and the provincial capital could be further away.
Chang Bao has already spoken: "Grandpa, when you are practicing writing with Chang Shun, can you use red paper?" How far ahead does this child plan? You see, if you don't worry about the long term, you will have to worry about the near future. This has already made people worry about the future.
People are thinking about it.
Mr. Lin tapped the tip of his little granddaughter's nose and said, "Would it be best to practice writing pairs?" Such a strong friend, I think about it so much.
Chang Bao was delighted: "Grandpa, you are so kind. Grandma must be very happy. You don't need to do more. Just write two pictures every day when you practice calligraphy. In this way, during the Chinese New Year next year, I can give Grandma
"Send it over seven hundred or eight hundred." I was counting it on my fingers, but it was a little hard to calculate.
Just hearing this number makes Mr. Lin a little unable to bear it. It also stipulates the quantity. What a big deal, two paintings a day. Does the granddaughter know how many years she has been writing this calligraphy? Do you know?
How does he feel when these hundreds of couplets are released?
Well, how could this be possible? How could he refuse? But thinking about how he would write his words on red paper and go to small stalls in the future, Mr. Lin couldn't help but wonder whether this preference should be changed in the future.
Change it. Can you stop writing big characters? It’s so annoying.
Changshun said: "Changbao, don't make trouble. With so many pairs, aren't you making Nainai Nainai suffer? Grandma is getting older, so she just wants to have fun. If she closes the stall early, she can go home and rest early."
There are just a few word-supported scenes.
Chang Bao was a little confused: "But grandma was very happy when she saw the money. Where did the money come from if the pair is short?"
Changshun: "Am I smarter than you? Can you think of what I can think of? Can I harm my mother-in-law?"
Chang Bao: "That's right. I listen to you, grandpa. Just write me a dozen paintings, no, just twenty."
Mr. Lin breathed a sigh of relief. His grandson was reliable and the pressure was not so great anymore.
Early in the morning, when Pengpeng's parents got up, they saw that their old man had already set up a posture in the house.
There were red notes on the table, and there were neighbors in the house who came to ask for help. In so many years, Pengpeng’s father had never seen it. His father and this aunt, when they were so down-to-earth, could still send gifts.
I gave someone else a pair.
If this was done at their house during the Chinese New Year, if nothing else, they would be able to get along much more harmoniously with each other as neighbors, not to mention the place where they live. If I could give someone two pieces of Chinese characters, hey
Hey, Pengpeng's father can't wait to collect the old man's words and take them home as gifts.
Why are you so down-to-earth when you go to other people's homes? This old man is going too far.
Looking at the people who rolled up the words and left, it was obvious that they didn't take the old man's handwriting seriously. I'm afraid they didn't know that these handwritings are also things measured with calipers. Although it can't be said to be a waste of natural resources, it is really a bit to stick it on the door.
Overkill and underutilized.
Obviously Pengpeng's father didn't know that classmate Changbao had just relieved Mr. Lin's burden, otherwise he would have to hand in two pairs a day.