It's New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

The goose-feather heavy snow was flying in the air, the whole city of Peiping was covered with a layer of silver-white gauze, and the stove in the kitchen was burning brightly.

There were two wooden piers placed in the room, with a wooden pad horizontally placed above the lower circle. Wang Zhong was holding a plane and was tinkering with some elm logs.

It's not that Wang Zhong wants to make big furniture again, but now there is only a low wall of more than one meter separating the inner room from the living room. It is empty and has nothing. Wang Zhong plans to add a book shelf to this wall.

Add a wooden door to the cloth curtain of the courtyard gate. Anyway, I have time now, so I will do it slowly.

Although he got a lot of good wood from the old man, Wang Zhong kept it in the space and did not take it out again.

After all, shelves and doors are different from desks and bookshelves. Desks, bookshelves, tables, chairs, benches, beds, and cabinets can be moved away at any time, but doors and shelves may not be damaged at all if they are removed in the future.

Wang Zhong also collected the shavings and waste wood left over from collecting the wood, packed them in sacks, and piled them under the exterior walls of the house. These were perfect for making fires.

Children were chasing and playing outside, and laughter filled their ears. Women gathered at the sink, washing clothes and vegetables, chatting about their families and their family affairs, with smiles on their faces.

It was almost noon and the heavy snow had stopped.

The third uncle across the door greeted his sons and brought a table out of the house. There were two wooden shelves on the left and right sides. On the table were the Four Treasures of the Study and a stack of cut red paper.

A simple couplet stall was opened.

A pair of couplets costs only a dime, which is not cheap at all. If it is usually no one would care about it, but during the Chinese New Year, everyone wants to be happy, so naturally there is no need to worry about buyers.

During the Chinese New Year, people come and go, and soon business will come to the door.

"Old Yan, I'm writing couplets again!" The first person to come to the door was Yi Zhonghai, who was looking at the guys on the table with great interest, his hands behind his back.

"His uncle, do you want one?" Yan Fugui said with a smile.

"Here's a pair!" The first man said grandly. To say that the family with the best economic conditions in this courtyard should be the first man and Xu Damao's family. Xu Damao's family has good conditions because of the help of his father-in-law. His father-in-law has a wife.

His nickname is Lou Bancheng, which shows that his family is rich. Even the three melons and two dates that leak out from the cracks of his fingers are much better than those of ordinary people.

Xu Damao himself often went to the countryside to show movies to people. Whenever he came back, he would not bring many bags with him, but all of them were expensive things.

As for the first uncle, his salary is simply high. He is an eighth-level fitter. His monthly salary of 99 yuan, plus subsidies, can exceed 100 yuan, which is nearly half as much as Wang Zhong, a college student. He has no children, and he is the only one in the family.

As a couple, my life is not that rich.

A pair of couplets is only a dime, let alone the Chinese New Year, even on ordinary days, the old man would not blink an eye.

After a while, most of the stack of red paper on Yan Fugui's desk was gone.

Just then, Wang Zhong walked out of the house carrying an iron dustpan and iron tongs, holding a piece of completely whitened briquettes, and threw the burned briquettes into the iron trash can.

"Third uncle, where are you writing couplets?"

While Wang Zhong was planning to grab a piece of new media from the coal pile under the eaves, he greeted Yan Fugui across from him.

Yan Fugui said with a smile: "Xiao Wang, would you like the third uncle to write a couplet for you to seek good luck?"

The eyes under the lenses were shrewd.

Wang Zhong put down the iron tongs and dustpan in his hands, wiped his hands on both sides of his apron, and walked to the third uncle with a smile.

"Third uncle, can it be cheaper if I write it myself?"

Yan Fugui looked at Wang Zhong and asked, "What do you mean?"

Wang Zhongdao: "Borrow me your pen and ink and red paper, and I will write it myself without you having to do anything. How about five cents?"

"Hey!" The smile on Yan Fugui's face disappeared in an instant, and he raised his right hand and asked Wang Zhong: "Is my handwriting worth five cents when it is combined with yours?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Third uncle, look at what you said, your handwriting is the embodiment of culture, how can it be measured by money?"

"I've just started working, haven't I? I've just renovated my house. I'm short on money, so I'll save whatever I can!" Wang Zhong said with an honest smile.

Yan Fugui looked Wang Zhong up and down, left and right, and then said: "Comrade Xiao Wang, you are just trying to fool others with your words, even your third uncle?"

"Third uncle, where did you start talking about this?" Wang Zhong asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Yan Fugui said: "Isn't it true that these big fish and meat that you see in the sky are fake?"

Wang Zhong immediately slapped his thigh and said with an innocent look: "Third uncle, you have misunderstood me. I have no choice. Tell me, Brother Zhu and Yuyu came to help me without getting paid. I

If I don’t prepare something delicious to entertain them, it won’t be mine, right?”

Yan Fugui was startled for a moment, then waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, five points will be five points. Let me tell you first, it's only one copy. If it's not written properly and you have to change it again, you'll still get five points."

"Sure!" Wang Zhong immediately took out five cents from his pocket and stuffed it into Yan Fugui's hand.

A smile immediately appeared on Yan Fugui's face. Although it was only five points, he still made a profit somewhat.

Wang Zhong walked straight to the table, laid out the red paper, picked up the brush leaning on the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and immediately started to write quickly.

As soon as Wang Zhong started writing, Yan Fugui next to him was stunned.

This layman was watching the fun, and the expert was watching the secrets. Yan Fugui was somewhat of a calligraphy enthusiast, and he knew a little bit about it. As soon as Wang Zhong put pen to paper, he could see the secrets behind it.

When he finished writing the first word, Yan Fugui was stunned.

The so-called Yan Jin Liu Gu is nothing more than that.

"Third uncle, you are showing your shame!"

A couplet was completed in one go. After completing the horizontal batch, Wang Zhong put the pen back on the pen holder, said something to Yan Fugui, who was still stunned, and went straight home with his calligraphy treasure.

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Not long after, Wang Zhong walked out of the house carrying a stool and a bowl of paste freshly boiled with flour. He stepped on the stool and brushed the paste on both sides of the door, pasting the couplets with dried ink on them.

Go up.

First couplet: The spring breeze covers a thousand willows

Second line: A path of flowers blooms in warm rain and clear weather

Hengbiao: Spring returns to the earth

The third uncle's Spring Festival couplet stall is facing Wang Zhong's house. The couplets on Wang Zhong's door are like a thorn in the heart of the third uncle. He can see them clearly as soon as he raises his eyes.

Looking at Wang Zhong's handwriting and then his own, the third uncle snorted coldly. He didn't even clean up the four treasures of the study, and walked back to the house with a livid face and his hands behind his back.

It was the third aunt who sent brothers Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang to run out and pack the things back.

By the afternoon, every household was busy with work, women were crowded around the pool, and the sound of knives and chopping boards clashing could be heard in the kitchens of every household.

Wang Zhong had just put down his carpentry work and was about to make dinner when suddenly there was a knock on the door: "Brother Wang Zhong! It's me, Yu Yu!"

Wang Zhong opened the door in confusion, looked at He Yuyu outside the door, and asked, "Is there something wrong with Yuyu?"

He Yuyu's pretty face was a little red, and he said: "Our family will have the New Year's Eve dinner this year with the first uncle and Sister Qin's family. My brother cooks it himself. My brother asked me to ask you, do you want to eat with us?

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Wang Zhong did not refuse: "Okay, I'll be there in a moment!"

He Yuyu's face immediately showed a bright smile: "I'll call you later when the meal is ready!"

"Wait!" Wang Zhong called Yu Yu, turned around and went into the house. He came out with a three-layer steamer about forty centimeters wide and handed it to Yu Yu.

"Since we are all eating together, I don't want to leave anything out. Here are the steamed buns that have been made, and I haven't bothered to steam them yet. You can take them back and steam them, and we can eat them together in the evening."

"My brother has already made the steamed buns!" Yuyu said, "You'd better keep this for yourself!"

With that said, he was about to return the steamer to Wang Zhong.

But Wang Zhong didn't answer, but said: "Yu Yu, listen to me, I have a good relationship with you and your brother. If it's just me, you and your brother who eat this meal today, I won't eat these steamed buns."

Take it out, but there are still the first man and Sister Qin's family. If you are having New Year's Eve dinner together, everyone must have something, how can I be an exception."

"If you don't take it, I won't be able to eat the food today."

"Okay then!" What Wang Zhong said does make sense. The key point is that if he doesn't take it, what will happen if Wang Zhong really doesn't go? Yu Yu could only bite his lower lip and accept Wang Zhong's steamed buns.

"Brother Wang Zhong, I'll call you when the meal is ready!"

"Okay, it just so happens that I can still have time to put up that shelf!"

The rain had come in the morning, and Wang Zhong was busy processing wood at that time.

"Then you get busy first, I'll go back first!"

Rainwater was just one step away from turning around. This girl was still young and everything she was thinking was written on her face. How could Wang Zhong not see it?

The main reason is that I am too good. Just like the female comrade at the beginning of Linglingqi said, I am like a firefly in the dark night, so bright and dazzling that it is inevitable to attract the attention of women.

When it comes to looks, this little girl Yu Yu can only be considered average, but if he really wants to find a woman, what Wang Zhong values ​​more than looks is personality, temperament, and virtuousness. It is best to have someone who is honest, diligent, and diligent.

He is so capable that he would blush even if he lied.

After all, what Wang Zhong wants to find is a woman who can run the family and make his life easier, not the kind of woman who has to be coaxed and supported like an ancestor.

Judging from the current situation, the rain is quite good. It should be said that most women in this era are very good.

There was a ding-ding-dong-dong knocking sound in the room. After a while, Wang Zhong assembled the Bogu rack and fastened it tightly to the wall. Only the door between the living room and the bedroom was left unfinished.

The wooden boards had been prepared a long time ago, but they still needed further processing and assembly. Anyway, there were curtains blocking them, so Wang Zhong was not in a hurry and started to tidy up the house with a broom and an iron dustpan.

In the evening, before it got dark, a large group of people sat around the Eight Immortals table in He Yuzhu's house. Qin Huairu sat on the left with Banggan and Xiaodang on the right, with Sophora japonica in her arms. She was less than thirty years old and was in the middle of the night.

This is the time when a woman is at her best, no wonder she was so fascinated by Silly Zhu in the end.
To be continued...