"It's alright, just add a little more water." If Xie Zhuo had poured in so much fine flour himself, he would have been heartbroken for a long time, but since Xu Yan poured it in, he didn't think much of it. It was just a little flour.
After Xie Zhuo finished applying the paste, he found a worn-out broom, washed it clean, and then used the broom to apply the paste to the wall before pasting the Spring Festival couplets on it.
Xie Zhuo wrote the Spring Festival couplets himself by cutting red paper. Xu Yan was stunned for a long time when he saw Xie Zhuo take out ink and other things from a cabinet in the main room.
As Xu Yan leaned over to hold the paper down for him, she asked, "How come you can write this?"
If Xie Zhuo were this age in his previous life, he definitely wouldn't have been able to write, since his parents only knew a few characters and none of them knew calligraphy.
He learned all of this later, practicing for five or six years. In the beginning, he saw people making money by writing Spring Festival couplets at the market, and he thought he might as well learn to write them too, maybe it would be a way to make money.
Unfortunately, I didn't write for very long after that.
“I used to practice for fun,” Xie Zhuo said. “At first, I used a broken basin filled with sand to practice, which saved me money on ink and paper. Later, I bought a cheap brush and used it to practice on stones with water.”
Although I can't mention the reason for practicing calligraphy, I can still talk about the process.
Xu Yan gave him a genuine thumbs up, "You're really amazing."
After the two of them finished putting up the Spring Festival couplets, they started busying themselves with making lunch. After lunch, they still had to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.
However, this is the procedure for other families in the village. Xie Zhuo's family is small, and they buy many things ready-made in the city.
But no matter what, lunch still had to be made. Just as Xu Yan and Xie Zhu were chatting and laughing while making lunch, Da Bao's crying suddenly came from outside.
Xu Yan shoved the things in her hand into Xie Zhuo's hand and ran out.
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