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"Okay, let's wait until next year!" Xu Jianguo replied. He is twenty-nine today. According to the practice of previous years, there must be many people coming to ask Xuzhou to write couplets today, and his handwriting will be used to write couplets. No, it is still possible to cut some red paper for his son.
The actual situation was similar to what he had guessed. Not long after breakfast, someone came to their house to ask Xu Zhou to help write couplets. It's not that they are not sold in the market, but compared with the 50 cents a piece of red paper can write several couplets on, it is still much more expensive.
So, most of the villagers who were reluctant to waste the money came to ask Xu Zhou to help write it.
When Xu Zhou saw his uncle coming to his home with red paper, he was still a little confused. Yes, it was obviously only last year, but to him, it was already decades ago.
After his father told him, Xu Zhou remembered that there was such a thing.
When he was in elementary school, they all had calligraphy lessons. After writing for so many years, his calligraphy was still legible.
I¡¯m just writing Spring Festival couplets for others! Xu Zhou wanted to ask, where did he get his face in the past two years?
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out of the way, the village always found an old man to write the book, but now the old man is old, let alone writing, he can even hold chopsticks to eat, who has the nerve to bother him?
Xu Zhou didn¡¯t shirk. He rolled up his sleeves and started to prepare. Then he realized that all he had to do was prepare to write. Others had already been prepared.
His uncle brought not only red paper but also pen and ink for his grandson to clean up the table.
"I don't know if you are used to using this brush. If you are not used to it, just use yours!" Uncle Xu said.
"I don't even know where I lost my writing brush!" Xu Zhou touched his nose and mumbled quietly. After all, he was the one who forgot to write the couplets.
"" Xu Jianguo glanced at him, wondering if he was blind? However, the New Year's Eve man still held back, walked to the big table in the main room, and took out the big brush from the pen holder.
The brush his brother brought seemed to be for children to practice calligraphy, and it was impossible to write couplets at all.
Xu Zhou took the brush that Xu Jianguo pushed over and took a look at it. It was incomparable with those of later generations, but it was much better than what his uncle brought.
"Should I get you that couplet copy?" Xu Jianguo asked again before he started writing.
Xu Zhou paused for a moment, then shook his head, "No need, just a few couplets!"
"" Xu Jianguo glanced at him, opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything, forget it, just let him think so.
A few days ago, someone asked him if he could ask Xu Zhou to help write a couplet. He was thinking about his neighbors, so what does writing a couplet mean? He only writes this once a year. Besides, asking his son to write couplets also proves that his son is knowledgeable, so he agreed without much thought.
Now that I think about it, I realize that many people have asked him. Xu Jianguo was very suspicious that the couplets in Xu Zhou's belly might not be enough.
"Spring brings happiness to a hard-working family and a happy family."
Xuzhou didn¡¯t know what his father was thinking, so he just thought about it briefly and wrote down the pairs he had heard.
Rural people don¡¯t need to write poetic and picturesque words. Happiness, health and abundance every year are the best blessings. Compared with the calligraphy written by Xu Zhou when he was seventeen years old, the calligraphy he writes now is even more majestic. Uncle Xu doesn't have much knowledge, he only knows that the handwriting is beautiful, not a bit better than last year's.
Isn't it? Later in his last life, Xu Zhou, who was considered a successful person, would occasionally practice calligraphy to be arty, but he didn't improve anything else. His calligraphy was pretty good, um, and his English, because he often When he came into contact with foreign clients, he practiced hard, which is why he spent less time on English lessons than other subjects.
Xu Zhou was praised by Uncle Xu, and he was in a good mood. He happily wrote two paintings for Uncle Xu's family.
Just when he was about to put down his pen, someone came to the door with red paper.
Fortunately, these people asked for help, and the red paper was cut at home.
Seeing that Xu Zhou had just finished writing a piece, the man immediately stepped forward happily and spread the red paper he brought in front of Xu Zhou.
"Hehehe You are the best calligrapher in our village, so your uncle is shameless enough to beg you!" The visitor smiled at Xuzhou, his face was dark and red, and he was somewhat embarrassed.
Can Xuzhou do this? An honest person doesn't know how much effort it took to say such a thing.
"Uncle, it's not a big deal. Just sit next to me and it will be written in a moment!" Xu Zhou said humbly to the old uncle. After speaking, he thought for a moment and then started to write.
"Wealth and wealth bring happiness to everyone; wealth and happiness bring harmony to the family."
After Xu Zhou finished writing, he was about to put down the pen and hand the couplet to the old man. However, someone was faster than him and took the couplet away.
"Xiao Si, help my second aunt write one too, just the one just now. I think the one just now is good. Please help me write one exactly the same!"
Second Aunt Xu spread the red paper in front of Xu Zhou and said with a smile.
As soon as she finished speaking, the old man from before disagreed.
"Second brother and sister, how can any of these pairs be written the same? Ask Xu Zhou to write a good one for you again!"
When Xuzhou wrote couplets, he would read out the couplets he wrote so that they could know what he had written. The villagers may be uneducated and don't know what parts of speech should be consistent with each other, but wealth, family harmony, peace and prosperity can be achieved. They still know such good words as jubilant.
With the new year and new atmosphere, don¡¯t they just hope that next year will be better?
"You look like an honest person, but why are you so narrow-minded? Your family can be rich, but other people's families can't?" Aunt Xu rolled her eyes and said very rudely.
That man was not much of a talker to begin with. After being scolded by Second Aunt Xu, his face turned red and he opened his mouth to think, as if he wanted to explain, but in the end he didn't say a word.
Seeing this, Xu Zhou quickly blinked at Lin Baoxiu who was standing aside.
Lin Baoxiu and Xu Lin were cutting red paper together, and Xu Zhou was helping others write couplets, so she thought that they would write couplets for herself as well.
Hearing the second aunt's voice, he looked over and saw Xu Zhou blinking at him.
Lin Baoxiu had a delicate heart and immediately understood what Xu Zhou meant. She quickly put down her work and went to pull her second aunt over.
"Second Aunt, leave this matter to Xu Zhou and ask him to write the best thing for you. If you are not satisfied with it, we will not let him go today!"
When the second aunt heard what Lin Baoxiu said, she burst into laughter. Then she looked at Xu Zhou and pretended to be serious and said, "You heard me, Xu Zhou. Your wife told me that I was not satisfied with her writing." I won¡¯t let you go!¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com