Wei Jianguo got three days off during the Spring Festival this year. Not only him, but the entire group got the holiday.
It's rare to have a few days of good rest at home.
The two children went out to play, and Wei Jianguo helped Song Shuxi prepare New Year gifts.
She took out a piece of paper with the names of people they were familiar with written on it, and there was a symbol behind each name.
Song Shuqian told him, "The person who ticked this box is the one with whom we are closest. The gift should preferably be homemade, neither expensive nor shabby, and should also show a thoughtful touch.
People with a cross after this kind of name have an okay relationship, but it’s not that close. Just give something that can be bought with money, but be careful not to make it expensive.
And then there are these people, people I don’t think highly of, but still need to maintain relationships with. For this kind of thing, you can give something that looks good on the surface but is not that practical, and try not to make mistakes. "
Wei Jianguo classified the prepared things according to what his wife said, and then matched them with people's names one by one.
It took almost an hour to prepare.
Do you think that's it?
Song Shuqian took out another notebook and looked through the taboos for each person according to the names on it.
Wei Jianguo didn't understand, "Wife, what are you doing?"
"We have just divided it temporarily, which is the first step. There is also the second step, which is to eliminate the other party's taboos.
For example, if this person’s wife is a Hui, then we have to take out the sausage we gave her, which is made of pork.
It is best not to give such people processed things whose raw materials are unknown, as they will not feel safe eating them.
Replace it with a bag of dried shrimp. "
Wei Jianguo gave her a thumbs up and said, "Wife, you are amazing."
Song Shuqian was a little proud. They had lived such a quiet life these years, and it was inseparable from everyone's help.
Among them are old friends of the Song family, people who helped the Song family in the past, and Wei Jianguo’s comrades-in-arms and leaders.
After getting married, Song Shuxi would prepare these things every year.
Of course, these people will also send gifts in return.
It's just a social interaction.
Wei Jianguo was busy with work and was not good at these things, so Song Shuqian never asked him for help.
After packing everything, Song Shuqian leaned back in her chair tiredly, "Just mail these out this afternoon."
As she spoke, she stood up again, "Oops, I forgot about your new master. This is a close friend, so I have to give him something substantial. Does he have any dietary restrictions?"
Wei Jianguo himself had forgotten about it.
"The old man likes tea very much, and it seems that he doesn't like anything else."
Song Shuqian said, "Then give us a horse intestine, which almost everyone can eat.
Give another piece of clothing as a gift so that you can wear new clothes during the New Year.
As for tea, does he like green tea, white tea, black tea, oolong tea or something else? "
Wei Jianguo...
"Wife, there are so many kinds of tea?"
He saw his wife drinking tea all day and thought there was only one kind.
"Yes, there are many kinds of tea. What do you think he likes to drink?"
"Wife, just give it to me as you see fit. I really don't understand this."
"Okay, I have some seven-year-old white tea. It is said that white tea is 'one year old tea, three years old medicine, and seven years old treasure'. I'll give him half a tael.
It's not that I can't bear to give it away, it's just that this thing is so rare that it would be bad if I gave too much as a gift.
Then give him one or two cups of Tieguanyin. That will be all."
Wei Jianguo came over and hugged Song Shuqian, "Wife, what are you thinking about? Why do I think you are stingy?
You must have your own reasons for doing things. If I don’t understand, you can just do it.
I trust you.
What's more, tea is hard to come by these days and leaders don't have any targets, so what you're giving away is probably your stock.
Are you enough yourself? Make sure you have enough to drink before giving it to him.
You are the most important. "
Song Shuqian scolded him, "You are so dishonest. Since we have recognized you as our master, we should be filial to you and fulfill our duties as a disciple."
The items were all ready, so they were packed up in no time and Wei Jianguo sent them out together.
After finishing one thing, Song Shuqian leaned back in the recliner and basked in the sun.
The winter sun is very comfortable, not as strong as the summer sun. The perfect temperature can penetrate the clothes and melt the coldness in the body.
It makes people feel relaxed and comfortable.
Wei Jianguo was responsible for all the chores at home.
He was also the chef for this year's New Year's Eve dinner, so Song Shuqian was happy to have some free time.
It’s so pleasant to read books, write and make clothes every day.
Wei Jianguo has improved a lot in Kung Fu under the guidance of a famous teacher, and has recently shown a strong interest in practicing martial arts.
When I have time, I will go to the yard to practice.
Song Shuqian really disliked Wei Jianguo's handwriting. She practiced it for a while when she first got married and made great progress during that period.
Then I got busy and put it on hold.
Wei Jianguo's handwriting is considered good among those rough guys in the military region.
But in Song Shuqian's eyes, it was just a little bit off.
With a quick thought, Song Shuqian said, "Honey, you know, calligraphy and martial arts are related.
Although the brush tip is soft, its force penetrates the back of the paper, like a hammer scratching sand; it is like using softness to overcome hardness.
Wei Jianguo really took the bait and said, "Tell me what I have to say, wife."
Song Shuqian suppressed the corners of her mouth that were rising, and said casually, "Legend has it that the famous calligrapher Mr. Zhang Xu met Gongsun Dani who was dancing with a sword. Seeing her sword skills, "The sword shadow dances like a startled wild goose, and the combination of hardness and softness is as powerful as a rainbow. It is just like the dance of dragons and snakes in cursive script, and the sharp edge is proud of the sky." He was inspired by it and created a unique cursive script."
Wei Jianguo became interested, "What kind of cursive calligraphy is it?"
Song Shuqian pulled him and said, "Come and grind the ink for me, and I'll write for you."
Wei Jianguo had no objection and happily went over to help.
After so many years of marriage, he often helped Song Shuxi grind ink and had become a skilled worker.
Song Shuqian still felt that this was not enough, and continued, "The ancients used things to sharpen their minds. I heard that practicing martial arts is the same, and you have to practice basic skills for many years to sharpen your temper. Is that true?"
Wei Jianguo thought about it and agreed with this statement, "That's true. You need to practice hard to lay a solid foundation."
After grinding the ink, Song Shuqian picked up the pen and wrote the three words "Bizhentu".
She said, "You see, calligraphy and martial arts both require structural symmetry. Only with symmetry can there be a whole.
From the simplicity of seal script to the boldness of cursive script, calligraphy seeks transformation in style, while martial arts seeks transformation in momentum and force.
"Bizhentu" was written by Lady Wei of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It uses vivid metaphors to describe the key points of writing different strokes in calligraphy. For example, "dots" are like "rocks falling from a high mountain", which emphasizes that dots and strokes should have a sense of power, just like a rock falling from a high mountain, with a swift momentum. "
At this point, Wei Jianguo knew his wife's purpose and flicked her head lightly, "You little fox, you've learned to beat around the bush when talking to your husband. If you dislike my ugly handwriting, just say it directly. How can I not listen to you?
Find a copybook and I’ll start practicing right away. It's impossible that I have the ugliest handwriting in our family of four. "
Song Shuqian smiled, but she didn't say anything, because it was certain that among the four members of the family, his handwriting was the ugliest.
The two kids have been trained since childhood, and she taught them personally, so they should be good.
Song Shuqian still has this confidence.
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