Zeng Xubai looked out the window. It was snowing heavily today. It had been a long time since it snowed this heavily. Although the wind and snow here had never stopped in the past few months, it was particularly heavy today. Because of the heavy snow, he was reluctant to let Liu Jing go out. The road was slippery in the snow and he was afraid that she would fall.
"My third uncle is one of the few educated people in the village. I heard he comes from a family of scholars. During the war, my family came here to escape the world. I heard his ancestors even had high-ranking officials."
"Get to the point."
Zeng Xubai pulled up his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat from Liu Jing's forehead. It seemed that just walking still scared her, and she was sweating coldly.
Oh, Liu Liang understood, and she got the point.
"Every year during the Lunar New Year, the couplets in the village are written by our third uncle. We went to ask for a couplet for our family. After all, we should always celebrate the Lunar New Year in a festive manner. Even though we are trapped in this mountain valley, we still have to have what we should have. She doesn't want other families to celebrate the Lunar New Year with great fanfare while her family doesn't even have a couplet."
"I'll go, you stay home."
Zeng Xubai glanced towards the door again and said, "It's snowing heavily outside."
"don't want."
Liu Jing shook her head. "I want to go. I want to see the writing process, not the results."
"All right."
Xu Bai said to her, "Just go, dress warmly."
Liu Liang put on three layers of clothes inside and outside, and also wore a hat to protect her ears. Oh, and a scarf, which is absolutely indispensable.
"How are we going to get there?"
Liu Jing picked up the crutch. She could only walk a few steps at most. It was really frustrating with such heavy snow. Otherwise, should she crawl over?
“I rented a tricycle.”
"Rented?"
Liu Liang blinked her eyes. How could they rent one? The people in the village all regarded tricycles as treasures. Although every household had one, they were never willing to lend it to others. In 80% of the villages, they were the only ones who didn't have one. After all, they were not villagers of the village.
"You can rent it if you pay."
Zeng Xubai felt that Liu Jing had lived here for too long, perhaps because she was living too comfortably, so her IQ had declined a little.
Liu Liang was stunned.
She seemed to have forgotten that the people in the village were not really isolated from the world. They were just temporarily unable to go out, which did not mean that they would never leave the village for the rest of their lives. Moreover, they did not use silver to buy things, but money.
She had no money, because when she was rescued, she had nothing but clothes and not even a bag. But Zeng Xubai had money. No matter how much money he wanted, he could give it to him as long as he said it.
Renting a tricycle is not a difficult task. Even the villagers are willing to rent one to her. Maybe the rent for two or three months can buy her a new one.
"Let me think about what to give to my third uncle."
Liu Liang took out a bag of fish skin peanuts, a bag of rice crust, and a bag of fried peanuts, and wrapped them in paper. Oh, and also a few boxes of cigarettes and a pack of tea.
These gifts are considered important gifts to the people in the village.
That was all. When she put all the things in the bag, Zeng Xu had already pushed the tricycle out.
There is a small carport he built on the tricycle, which is covered with thick bedding and hot water bottles. With this combat vehicle, Liu Liang will not have to worry about heavy snow when he goes out in the future.
Liu Jing sat in the car, covered her legs with the quilt, and held a hot water bottle in her arms. It was as warm as she wanted.
And I didn't feel cold at all.
The main roads in the village are always cleaned by the villagers, so no matter how strong the wind and snow are, at least the roads in the village are easy to walk on, and there is no need to take a detour due to snow.
My third uncle's house was right next to the main road, and Zeng Xubai arrived there after riding for about fifteen minutes.
At this time, a lot of people had gathered at the door of my third uncle's house.
Although it was at the doorstep, there was a shed, so the snow couldn't fall under the shed.
In the middle, there was a table covered with red paper. Uncle San put one hand behind his back and wrote a couplet with a few strokes.
He had just finished writing a piece, but before the ink had even dried, it was snatched away by the villagers.
Zeng Xubai supported Liu Liang and walked over. She was now considered a celebrity in the entire village. No matter how many people there were in the village, she was the only doctor. Although she was not a villager of the village, she enjoyed the same treatment as the villagers. No one treated her as an outsider, so when they saw her at this time, the villagers almost all made way for her without any prior agreement.
Liu Liang walked carefully and had already reached the front.
"Little Doctor, you're here."
Third Uncle laughed and was naturally very polite to Liu Jing. This was the village doctor who had saved several lives in the village. Although Third Uncle was not talkative, he kept some things in mind.
"That's perfect. I'll give it to you once I've finished painting it."
Third Uncle dipped his brush in ink and quickly wrote a couplet. Liu Jing didn't know much about calligraphy, but the words written by Third Uncle looked pleasing to the eye.
Third Uncle blew on the ink on the Spring Festival couplets, and after the ink dried, he placed them in front of Liu Liang.
"Thank you, Third Uncle."
Liu Liang took it without hesitation. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She quickly took it to the tricycle and put it away. Fortunately, the shed built by Zeng Xubai on the tricycle was not small and could completely shelter her from the wind and snow.
Zeng Xubai put the things Liu Liang brought on the table.
"Thank you, Third Uncle, for taking care of her. This is a thank you gift. Please accept it."
Third Uncle raised his eyes to glance at the things on the table, then smiled and said, "I'm sorry for the expense."
“It should be.”
Zeng Xubai nodded politely to his uncle and took Liu Jing back to paste Spring Festival couplets. Everyone in the village did the same. After getting the couplets, they would rush home to paste them up. It seemed to be a custom, as if it would bring good luck, even though the Chinese New Year was still a few days away.
Although Zeng Xubai didn't quite believe in this, they still had to adapt to the local customs.
Zeng Xubai rode his tricycle back home. The closer he got to their home, the easier and cleaner the road became.
Zeng Xubai sweeps the snow in the yard several times a day, including outside, so there is rarely any snow accumulation in front of their house.
After waiting, Zeng Xubai used double-sided tape to stick the Spring Festival couplets. I have to say, after sticking the Spring Festival couplets, the festive atmosphere seemed to be even stronger.
Liu Jing counted the time on her fingers. There were only five days left before the Chinese New Year. It was the first time for them to celebrate the Chinese New Year away from home, and she didn't know how things were going at home.
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