When she heard Yang Anjin say he was leaving, Zhu Cuilan grabbed a handful of everything, wrapped them in paper, and stuffed them into his arms, asking him to take them back and eat.
"Thank you, auntie. I'll leave first." Yang Anjin waved as he walked out of the yard.
"Well, go back slowly. Come and play when you have time. I haven't heard you talk for a long time. I miss you so much."
"Why."
In addition to snacks, couplets and other items were also bought early. There was an old man in the village who had beautiful calligraphy, so it would be a good idea to ask him to write a couple for me before the New Year.
It’s just that the old man is old, and now when he picks up a pen his hands tremble uncontrollably, so it seems that he can’t write anymore. In the past two years, everyone has gone to the town to buy one.
Zhao Fangyu made some money this year, and Zhu Cuilan didn't seem as distressed as before, and she bought things without hesitation.
Yang Donghu sighed as he unloaded the things from the cart. Except for the chickens that were raised at home and did not need to be bought, Zhu Cuilan bought a lot of pork and beef, which totaled several dozen kilograms.
It took a while to move so many things down. A small half of them were bought by Zhao Luochuan. The couplets and snacks were divided out first so that they could take them to their own yards.
The meat was to be used for frying New Year's goods. Zhu Cuilan said that it would be convenient to fry them together and then divide them up, and it would save the trouble of using the fire twice if they were cooked in one pot.
Everything was ready. Yang Donghu agreed to come and help tomorrow, so he took the other things back first.
After dinner in the evening, Yang Donghu continued to sit on the bed and cut paper-cuts. He remembered clearly what Zhao Fangchu had told him during the day, but the ones he cut out himself were not the same.
After cutting another piece of paper, Yang Donghu looked at the scattered red paper in front of him dejectedly, feeling a little frustrated.
"What's wrong? Why are you so unhappy?" Zhao Luochuan lit the stove and sat over, holding Yang Donghu in his arms.
Yang Donghu picked up the red paper and showed it to him, muttering, "I clearly cut it according to Fang Chu's instructions, but it just doesn't work."
"This is so beautiful! I think it's quite beautiful." Zhao Luochuan took the red paper from his hand and said with a smile, "It's okay, I don't blame you. It must be Fang Chu's poor teaching. Come, I'll teach you."
When Zhao Luochuan was a child, he watched his mother cut paper-cuts and learned how to do it a few times. It was not difficult for him.
He held Yang Donghu in his arms and hugged him from behind. He covered Yang Donghu's hand holding the scissors with his hand and carefully cut out an exquisite cloud pattern on the red paper.
Yang Donghu didn't expect him to be able to do this. He turned his head and said in surprise: "So beautiful, you are so amazing, you can do everything."
Seeing him holding the window paper-cut and unable to let go, Zhao Luochuan felt a great sense of accomplishment. He bent down and kissed him on the cheek, then picked up the scissors and said, "Come on, let's cut another one and then paste it on every window."
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