Even the educated youth were talking about it, let alone the original villagers of Shinianzi Brigade?
The next day, Aunt Li's house was crowded with people.
This time, not only the aunties, but also the young and old gentlemen came and expressed their opinions from time to time.
They were all discussing who would be chosen as the team leader after the New Year.
Under such circumstances, the Yao family kept their doors shut and everyone stayed inside their houses.
Aunt Li and others were gossiping in the direction of their home when they suddenly saw someone walking past on the road.
After seeing who it was, he curled his lips.
"Isn't this the old lady from the Meng family?"
The people nearby saw clearly and asked, "Why are you carrying a backpack on such a cold day?"
"What else can I do? The girl she brought with her is gone. She's going to deliver something."
The lady who was speaking was named Wu. She lived in the same courtyard as the Meng family, and what she said was very credible.
Hearing this, the ladies looked at each other.
Who doesn’t know that Old Man Meng’s first wife died, and the widow he married later brought a daughter into the house?
For a moment, he sighed and said, "Thanks to that incident ten years ago, otherwise Changfeng would definitely treat this stepmother as his own mother! Send back all the allowance, let her subsidize it all!"
"What a wicked thing!"
Aunt Li pouted and said, "Changfeng treated her like his biological mother for so long and was filial to her. She took all the allowances he sent back. And she just watched him marry that girl from the Yao family?"
Meng Changfeng has been staying in the army all his life, so it’s fine if he doesn’t know what kind of person Yao Simeng is, but how could Mrs. Meng not know?
She must have done something malicious on purpose and was trying to keep this secret.
Thinking of this, the ladies were very determined, "When we run into Changfeng, we must explain it clearly to him!"
Yao Simeng is such a bad guy and has a paralyzed brother. Yao Anguo is no longer the team leader. They can't just watch Changfeng jump into this fire pit!
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As the villagers went from door to door and roasted fire, the New Year's Day was approaching.
It was a festive occasion and the team had just slaughtered some pork; it was a great day for the family to reunite.
Even though the Yao family was in a gloomy mood, it did not affect the lively atmosphere of the New Year for other educated youths.
On New Year's Eve, the Fu family started to get busy early in the morning.
Fu's mother and Fu Haitang were busy kneading the dough and rolling the skin. After Jiang Yuman finished mixing the stuffing, she came over to help.
"Kneading the dough takes a lot of effort, so don't come to help. Go with Haitang and take the red paper to the square to write Spring Festival couplets." Thinking that she had just finished her confinement, Fu's mother found an easy job for her.
There are not many people who are good at Chinese calligraphy in Shinianzi Brigade. Among them is Wu Jingui, the accountant of the production team.
Therefore, on New Year's Eve, tables and ink would be set up in the square, and every household would line up with cut red paper, waiting for Wu Jingui to write Spring Festival couplets for them.
Jiang Yuman said: "I went to the commune with Jingchen a few days ago and bought a brush and ink. Let Dad write."
Fu Wangshan's calligraphy is excellent. He was the one who wrote Spring Festival couplets when he was in the capital.
"Manman, you are really...our Jingchen is so blessed." Mother Fu didn't expect that she had even thought of this in advance, and she was filled with emotion.
As they have been married for many years, she knows Fu Wangshan's hobbies best: he is traditional and attaches great importance to customs, and pays special attention to the atmosphere of the New Year.
The calligraphy of the production team accountant was posted on the door. He said nothing, but he must have felt disappointed.
You love your husband the most.
So she never thought that Jiang Yuman could consider the emotions of her elders.
It's just like having your own daughter.
For a moment, I was so moved that I didn’t know what to say.
Fu Haitang was very happy.
The mother and daughter looked at Jiang Yuman with great emotion through their similar eyes.
Jiang Yuman couldn't help but laugh and said, "Mom, we are all blessed. Let's quickly wipe the table so that we can write later."
"Oh, okay."
As they talked, they put away the things on the table and opened the door.
When Fu Wangshan came back from outside and saw it, he was stunned.
It was not until I heard Mother Fu's account of the whole story that I realized what was going on. For a moment, I was overwhelmed with emotions.
He patted his son on the shoulder, and their eyes met, saying nothing.
Then he started to work: scald the ink, shake it evenly, pour it into a bowl, spread 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 plain handwriting in the book were not interesting anymore.
I don't know who was the first to shamelessly 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 really 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 ignorant and only have a few drops of ink. Why do they have to put on such a show?
Thinking of this, I lost interest in the Spring Festival couplets I had finally picked up and put them on the table without caring about them.
Go straight to the kitchen and cook.
Yang Anfu came in and saw it. Thinking of 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 direction written on 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 of the banner! You are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. You are so stupid."
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 it was a bad omen, his face turned pale and blue.
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 the family had dried up, Jiang Yuman took them and pasted them for other people in the family.
The same thing happened to other people in the yard, all of them were busy pasting Spring Festival couplets.
Fu's mother and Fu Haitang moved to a larger room, so Fu Jingchen went to help 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 indicate the position of the banner.
After positioning it properly, I pasted it on, but because there was not enough glue, one 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 and then carried her down directly.
"What are you doing?"
Fu Jingchen added paste and pressed the corner neatly, "I'll do this kind of thing."
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