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Chapter 111 Greedy Xiaobai

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    ? On New Year's Eve, ancestor worship and Spring Festival couplets are posted, and the whole village is filled with the flavor of the Spring Festival.

    "Victory, Xiao Rou has gone back?" Su Shicheng stood at the door of his house and shouted at Zhang Shengli.

    "Go back, I went back last night!"

    It is a custom in the village that on the day of New Year's Eve, before posting Spring Festival couplets, all members of the family must be in place, otherwise they cannot post Spring Festival couplets.  But as soon as the Spring Festival couplets are posted, you can go out to play here, and go to whoever's house you want.

    "By the way, master, have you seen Xiaobai?"

    Zhang Shengli was wondering, he hadn't seen Xiaobai this morning, and he was very wild recently, and he didn't see him every day.  Look at Xiao Jin, who is in the fairy garden all day long, and only occasionally goes to the back mountain. Comparing the two, he is simply a bear child, a good baby.

    "It seems to have gone to the back mountain!" Su Shicheng wrote the Spring Festival couplets with a smile. He also heard a little about Xiaobai's recent situation, and sometimes he would laugh from ear to ear.

    The old people are different from the young people. The older generation writes Spring Festival couplets by themselves, and if they don¡¯t know how to write them, they just ask others to write them.  But young people are different. How many young people today can write calligraphy?  Even if you can write, it is ugly.

    Therefore, young people now go to the streets to buy Spring Festival couplets, and few people write them. Seeing Su Shicheng writing Spring Festival couplets with a pen, Zhang Shengli suddenly felt that the ones in his hands were more than one rank short.

    "No, it's better to write it yourself, otherwise it won't be worthy of your own small building." Zhang Xinsheng began to grind in his heart.

    "Master, do you have any extra red paper?"

    "Yes, there are many in the house. I asked Xiaorou to help buy them a few days ago." The brush in Su Shicheng's hand was put away, and a Spring Festival couplet that he had written by himself had been completed.

    Seeing Zhang Shengli directly throwing the bought Spring Festival couplets into the house and coming to his door, Su Shicheng laughed.

    "Why, want to write it yourself?"

    Zhang Shengli was a little embarrassed. He tilted his body and glanced at the master's handwriting, and said cheekily, "I can't handle this handwriting. How about master writing it for me."

    Seeming to have guessed what Zhang Shengli was thinking, Su Shicheng pointed at the other party and said, "You, this Spring Festival couplet picture is full of atmosphere. It doesn't matter if you write it well or not, but you have to do it yourself to experience the taste of it."

    The reason is this. It's not that Zhang Shengli doesn't understand it, it's just that the words are ugly and he can't use them. What should he do if he is laughed at by others.

    "Okay, don't worry about writing. I've seen your handwriting before. It's not ugly, and it's not too shy compared to some calligraphers who claim to be masters."

    Hearing the master boasting about himself, Zhang Shengli scratched his head in embarrassment. On a whim, he directly took the pen in the master's hand and said, "That's it, just write it, or it will be ruined at worst."

    Su Shicheng laughed loudly, and said: "Is this what young people should look like? Don't start to be afraid before doing something."

    After getting the pen, Zhang Shengli began to get nervous, afraid that the writing would be bad or ugly, but the master's words rang in his ears, affecting his state of mind like a magic voice.

    Taking a deep breath, he gradually calmed down. He seemed to have found that feeling, and the breath in his body began to operate automatically, flowing throughout his body. For a while, the whole person seemed to have reached the state of selflessness.

    Swiping the ink, Zhang Shengli started to write, and without letting go, he finished writing a Spring Festival couplet.

    "good!"

    Su Shicheng clapped his hands and applauded, and said: "The brushwork is majestic, the posture is overwhelming, unintentional is better than intentional, victorious, your skill is not weaker than mine."

    Zhang Shengli's head was blank at this time, and he hadn't recovered until he finished writing.

    Zhang Shengli didn't notice that when he was writing, a figure came behind him. When he finished writing, the other party suddenly applauded and praised him again and again.

    "I can't tell, brother-in-law, your calligraphy is better than my teacher."

    "Shuai Shuai, when did you come here?" Zhang Shengli finally came to his senses, took another piece of red paper handed over by his master, spread it on the table, and asked Tang Shuai, "Have you finished posting the Spring Festival couplets?  "

    "I finished posting it a long time ago. My dad wrote it himself. Didn't I give some meat to Mr. Su?" As he spoke, Tang Shuai held up the steaming pork just out of the pan.

    Zhang Shengli picked up the pen again. With the first experience, he seemed to have found the trick this time. He had several years of calligraphy learning experience, so this time his writing was much smoother, even smoother than the first one.  better.

    "Okay, I will keep these two for myself, just enough to paste, and you can write the rest yourselfgo.  Su Shicheng laughed loudly, took the pork from Tang Shuai's hand at the same time, and said, "You also learned calligraphy?"  "

    "That's right, my sister is the only one in my family who can't." Speaking of which, Tang Shuai glanced at Zhang Shengli who was writing with a brush, and said, "But it's far worse than my brother-in-law."

    "Learning calligraphy is good. Calligraphy is just like Chinese medicine. It is something passed down from our ancestors. Looking around the world, which country can make writing an art like us?" Su Shicheng heard that Tang Shuai also learned calligraphy, and asked him  I like it even more.

    "Yes, that's what my teacher said."

    The old and the young were chatting while posting Spring Festival couplets, while Zhang Shengli was writing alone there.

    At this time, an old man in the village came to him with freshly fried meat in his hand.

    "Shengli, didn't you buy it the day before yesterday? Why did you write it yourself?"

    Zhang Shengli laughed and said, "Uncle Cheng, don't you feel that your writing is old-fashioned, so while the master is writing, I also wrote two by the way, why? Give the master something to eat?"

    "It's not that I fried some meat at home and gave some to Mr. Su."

    Zhang Shengli nodded. He did not stop the villagers from doing this, because not only here, no matter where they are, village doctors are always the most respected.

    Who doesn't have a little problem in life?  In the past, there was no doctor, and it took a few more miles to treat a disease. Now that the master came, how could the villagers not welcome him, and he only charged the cost of medicinal materials for treatment, and did not ask for money at all.

    Therefore, in just a few short months, everyone in Longhuan Town knows the name of their master, and when they meet on the road, they must say hello, and if they need help, the other party must be obliged.

    This is the countryside, as long as you treat them well, they will always remember it.

    "Okay, then you are busy!"

    In this way, when Zhang Shengli wrote a Spring Festival couplet, a dozen or so families came to deliver food to Mr. Su. Some said that it was not easy for Mr. Su to be here alone, and some said that the family had made more.  There are reasons.

    Mr. Su never refuses anyone who comes, and he knows more about this matter than Zhang Shengli.

    The people in the village are simple, if you don't accept it, you will feel uncomfortable.

    Just when Zhang Shengli finished writing the Spring Festival couplets and was about to post them, a white figure rushed past his eyes.

    "Xiaobai! You stole it again!"

    Zhang Shengli yelled at Xiaobai. This was the first time. Every time he disappeared, he must have gone to the back mountain, either to catch a hare or a pheasant, and throw it to Zhang Shengli when he came back.

    Later, it was scolded by Zhang Shengli several times, but it learned to be smart. Every time after catching it, it would not be given to Zhang Shengli, and it would be thrown directly to Lin's snack bar.

    Just like that, Lin Shu and Xiao Bai seem to have reached some kind of agreement, as long as he catches a wild game, Xiao Bai will share half of the food he cooks.

    Now Houshan is just a food breeding base for Xiaobai. If there is nothing to do, he will go in and catch one, and come back for a tooth-making sacrifice.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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