Seeing how beautiful the lamp bowls made by the Song family were, everyone couldn't resist buying some candles and colored paper.
These are things they wouldn't normally buy.
Before the Lunar New Year, everyone went to Jiangning County again and basically stayed home.
The men who had been away working as kang (heated brick beds) finally returned home before the New Year.
Each household took the red paper they had bought and went to the Zhou family's house, queuing up to wait for Zhou Ling'an to write couplets for them.
The praise was endless; this was the first time Zhou Ling'an had received such treatment since fleeing the famine.
Zhou Cheng and Madam Yu were so proud, especially Madam Yu. She had looked down on her son during the escape from famine, but now look at her, isn't everyone relying on her son?
Zhou Ling'an brought this up himself, since he had nothing to do at home anyway, and buying red paper was much cheaper than buying couplets.
Each household needed at least three couplets, and it took Zhou Ling'an three whole days to finish writing dozens of couplets.
Yu began to complain: "So many couplets, how much ink will that use? That stuff is so expensive these days."
Zhou Ling'an held a book in one hand and helped tend the fire with the other. He smiled and said, "Since we came here, everyone has been helping each other out. Writing a few couplets is nothing."
This time, Madam Yu didn't say much. After being confined to the house by Zhou Cheng for several days and not allowed to go out, her temper had improved considerably.
The main thing is that the family is making money and life is getting better, so I'm in a better mood.
Zhou Cheng came out of the house with three or four couplets in his hand and looked at Zhou Cheng'an: "Cheng'an, take this to your Uncle Dahai."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ling'an immediately put down the book in his hand: "Father, let me go."
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