"Oh, okay."
As they talked, they packed up the things on the table and carried them to the door.
When Fu Wangshan came back from outside and saw it, he was stunned.
It was not until I heard Mother Fu talk about the origin of the dragon's pulse that I realized what was going on. For a moment I was overwhelmed with emotions.
He patted his son's shoulder, and when their eyes met, they were speechless.
Then he started to work: scald the ink, shake it evenly, pour it into a bowl, spread the red paper on the table, and start writing.
It is said that a person's handwriting reflects his character. Fu Wangshan's handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and the Spring Festival couplets he wrote are extremely pleasing to the eye.
At first glance, you can tell that he has profound attainments in calligraphy.
When the educated youth who came back with the red paper saw it, they immediately felt that the spring couplets with red handwriting in their hands were no longer attractive.
I don't know who was the first to have the nerve to mention that they wanted Fu Wangshan to help write the inscription.
Then everyone responded and went back to the house to get the remaining red paper and came up.
Fu Wangshan was in a very good mood and since he had nothing to do, he really helped them write it.
For a moment, the table was filled with young people, all chattering about what they were going to write.
The Fu family is very lively.
Across the street, Zhou Yun looked at the Spring Festival couplets she had obtained from the square, then looked at the grand occasion across the street, and couldn't help but snorted coldly.
Aren’t they all Spring Festival couplets? What is the difference?
Pretending to be noble even though you don't have enough food to eat!
These educated youth are so ignorant. It's just a few drops of ink. Is it necessary to make such a fuss about it?
Thinking about these things, I lost interest in the Spring Festival couplets that I had finally gotten and just put them on the table.
Go directly to the kitchen to cook.
Yang Anfu came in and saw it. Remembering how Zhou Yun had been complaining for so long, he was diligent for once and put up the Spring Festival couplets.
When Zhou Yun came back and saw it, she was so angry that her nose was crooked.
I almost want to jump up, "Who told you to post it like this! The couplet should be posted in the same direction as the banner, you posted it the wrong way!"
Yang Anfu frowned and took a look. "Isn't it just from left to right? There's no such thing as reverse or not."
"That's not how the banner should be read. You should stick it in the direction the banner says! You are not capable of accomplishing anything, but are more likely to cause trouble than accomplish anything. You are so stupid that you are dead."
Yang Anfu's enthusiasm was dampened, his face fell, and he turned around and went into the house.
Zhou Yun was left to carefully peel down the Spring Festival couplets from the door. No matter how careful she was, she still tore a corner.
Thinking that it had a bad implication, his face turned pale and then black.
At this time, the Fu family
Fu Wangshan had already written the Spring Festival couplets for the educated youth in the courtyard and was packing up.
Seeing that the Spring Festival couplets he had written for his family had finished drying, Jiang Yuman took them and distributed them to other family members to paste.
The same thing happened to other people in the yard, all busy pasting Spring Festival couplets.
Fu's mother and Fu Haitang moved to a bigger room, and Fu Jingchen helped them first.
With the help of three people, it was quickly pasted.
When he came over, Jiang Yuman was busy with the couplets in their house, standing on a bench to position the banner.
After the position was chosen, the banner was pasted on, but because there was not enough glue, a corner of the banner was flipped over.
Seeing this, she bent down and planned to add more.
Before she could make any move, Fu Jingchen held her waist with one hand and then carried her down directly.
"What are you doing?"
Fu Jingchen added paste and pressed the corner together. "I'll do this kind of thing."
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