The fried fish were ready, and we had a simple lunch at home.
The next day was the twenty-ninth day of the lunar calendar.
Qiao Cuihua and Lu Jianhua began to clean the house inside and out.
The weather is bad, so the house naturally needs to be cleaned thoroughly.
Because Song Anan was pregnant, she did not participate in these hard work.
Of course, she just wanted to do it, but Lu Jianhua didn't trust her to do anything for fear of tiring her out.
Qiao Cuihua was also worried about her daughter, afraid that she would be tired.
There are many children in the family, and Song Juanjuan and Song Huihui are both very capable.
In the past, the Song family did a lot of work and exercised a lot, and they were able to do the work of half an adult.
The house is cleaned, and the next day is New Year's Eve, so we can celebrate.
Everyone still has a lot of expectations for the Spring Festival. In the countryside, celebrating the Spring Festival is the most important festival.
No matter how poor a family is, they can basically cook something to eat.
Lu Jianhua took the red paper and planned to ask the educated youth in the production team to write Spring Festival couplets.
In the past few days, people in the brigade basically asked educated youth to write Spring Festival couplets.
After all, there are very few educated people in the countryside, and most of them are illiterate.
I can't even recognize characters, let alone write calligraphy.
Many of the educated youth who went to the countryside were high school students, so when it came time to write Spring Festival couplets during the Spring Festival, the people in the brigade would basically ask the educated youth to write for them.
Song An'an then said to Lu Jianhua, "Don't ask the educated youth to write it, I'll write it."
Lu Jianhua looked at Song Anan in surprise, "Wife, can you write?"
Song Anan snorted, "Of course, Lu Jianhua, are you looking down on me?"
Lu Jianhua quickly waved his hands, "No, wife, I just didn't expect it."
After all, Song Anan only has an elementary school education, so her calligraphy is probably not going to be that good.
But it doesn’t matter if my wife can’t write well, as long as she is happy.
Lu Jianhua diligently handed Song Anan the pen and ink, and Song Anan began to write the Spring Festival couplets.
There are many doors and windows in the house, so many Spring Festival couplets are needed.
Spring Festival couplets must be posted on every door and the word "Fu" must be posted on every window.
Well, this is not a heavy job. Song Anan can only write some for her own family, but she can’t write for other people.
After all, I'm pregnant, and if I stand for a long time, my body will feel tired.
Of course, Lu Jianhua would not allow Song Anan to work too long.
Song Anan practiced calligraphy in her previous life.
Although the calligraphy of calligraphy can't be as beautiful as that of calligraphers, it is still far from beautiful.
Lu Jianhua stayed by his side.
Looking at the word 㱕 written by Song Anan, Lu Jianhua was shocked for a moment.
This... isn't this too beautiful?
Originally he had no hope that his young wife could write.
But only now did I realize that my wife's handwriting was better than those educated youth in the brigade.
"Wife, you are amazing. Your handwriting is so good."
As Lu Jianhua spoke, he looked at Song Anan with a bit of heat in his eyes.
Song Anan waved her hand and said, "Study hard and practice more, and your handwriting will naturally improve."
Song Anan finished writing all the Spring Festival couplets, and her wrist felt a little sore.
Well, she was pregnant, and she felt that her body had become pretentious as well.
"acid!"
Song Anan pointed at her hand.
Lu Jianhua was very considerate, "I'll rub it for you and it won't be sore anymore."
As he spoke, Lu Jianhua rubbed Song Anan's wrist very gently.
After kneading it, he asked Song An'an, "An'an, how is it? Is your vagina still sore now?"
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