Early in the morning on New Year's Eve, no one slept in.

Even Lin Feng got up early, excitedly waiting to post Spring Festival couplets, hang lanterns, and have the New Year's Eve dinner that he had been thinking about for a whole year.

As the actual leader of this family, Jia Chunhua assigned today's tasks last night.

After a simple breakfast, the family got busy.

Chu Minghai is well-educated and has beautiful handwriting. In previous years, the Spring Festival couplets he wrote were hung at the door. The characters were vigorous and powerful, and people passing by would take a second look at them.

So his main task today is to write Spring Festival couplets.

It’s not that he is not allowed to do other things, the main reason is that he not only has to write Spring Festival couplets for his own family, but also for many neighbors who come to his house to ask for them.

It was okay in the past few years, as we only needed to give them to a few families with whom we had good relations.

But ever since someone spread the news that the son-in-law of the old Lin family was the main contributor to the forest farm corruption case some time ago, more and more people have come here to visit. Because of the celebrity effect, everyone wants to share in the good fortune and join in the fun.

There were Lin Guodong’s colleagues in the workshop, Chu Minghai’s former co-workers in the forest farm, and familiar neighbors from several blocks away. Even Cheng Biaozi came to ask for a painting.

Seeing that her son-in-law was very popular, Jia Chunhua kept complaining about the trouble and delays, but she was actually very happy in her heart. She waved her hand and told Dahai to concentrate on writing Spring Festival couplets and he didn't have to do any other work.

Lin Feng finished sweeping the kang in the west room with great difficulty. He took the kang broom and glanced at the people in the house. Some were sweeping the floor, some were mopping the floor, some were making paste, and some were preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. They were all very busy.

He peeked through the door again and saw his uncle writing quietly and leisurely at the desk. Comparing the two, he once again realized the benefits of knowledge. It turned out that knowledge not only allows one to have good food, but also allows one to stay at home without working.

A small seed was quietly buried in his heart.

"Little Sanzi, are you slacking off again?" Jia Chunhua's loud voice startled Lin Feng.

"No, just take a break and I'll get back to work."

He quickly ran to the side room to clean the floor for his parents.

People who had requested Spring Festival couplets before came one after another to pick them up.

Wow, there are waves of people coming in an endless stream. If people who don’t know what’s going on see this, they might think that some big leader is living here!

Of course, the flow of people is already small, so if there are people who live nearby, they can ask people they know to bring the things back and then divide them up.

Chu Minghai was able to write with ease and in a relaxed manner at the beginning, but more and more people came to get the Spring Festival couplets, and some acquaintances who heard about it came to ask for calligraphy.

Chu Minghai couldn't refuse, as he was overwhelmed by the writing.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

However, he was not upset at all, but rather felt a little excited.

No matter what the reason is, Chu Minghai is no longer the marginalized person avoided by everyone except his family. Everyone is willing to hang the couplets he wrote on their doorsteps, which is also a recognition of him.

Just as Chu Minghai was constantly preparing himself mentally to cope with the high-intensity task of writing Spring Festival couplets.

A strange voice shouted from the yard.

"Is Comrade Chu Minghai at home?"

Chu Minghai was confused. Who would come to visit at this time today?

He put down his pen for the moment, got up and went out.

"Hello, I'm Chu Minghai. What can I do for you?"

When the visitor saw him, he hurried forward to shake his hand: "Hello, Comrade Chu, I am Xiao Qin from the Logistics Department of our County Party Committee."

"Hello, Comrade Qin."

"It's like this. The county magistrate asked me to bring some New Year's goods to your house. As you know, our department was busy before the New Year, so I delayed it until this morning. Don't mind."

Chu Minghai raised his eyebrows. He was going to get another gift because of his contribution?

He said modestly: "It's okay, I didn't do anything, it was all for the people."

"Comrade Chu is worthy of being praised by provincial leaders." Xiao Qin is a radical person who pays great attention to personal attributes.