In this day and age, the most you can do is blow up a snow pile, forget about blowing up cow dung or pig dung.
Nowadays, livestock manure is the treasure of the production team. It is the best fertilizer.
If you dare to blast cow dung in the cowshed, wasting fertilizer and scaring the animals, you are definitely committing a serious crime against the laws of heaven, and at the very least you will be hung up and beaten.
"Grandpa, I went to town and bought some writing brushes, ink, and red paper. How about we put up the Spring Festival couplets today?"
In the blink of an eye, it is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve.
On the 29th, at the gate of the flower garden, people put up Spring Festival couplets and write a few auspicious words on them. This is a summary of the year and an expectation for the coming year.
"Is it appropriate to post Spring Festival couplets?"
Xiao Qingyang has been on the farm for five years, and to be honest, he is not sure about the current direction of the wind.
"Grandpa, you can put it up, but you can't write anything random. You definitely can't write things about getting promoted or getting rich. You have to write spring couplets that are in line with the main theme of society."
Yang Baiyi sighed inwardly, what a cannibalistic era! Even his grandfather, who had spent half his life in the military, felt like he was walking on thin ice.
"Okay, I'll write the Spring Festival couplets."
When Xiao Qingyang was in school, he originally learned calligraphy, so writing Spring Festival couplets was not difficult for him.
"Dad, let me grind it for you."
Xiao Fuxing came over in time.
When Xiao Qingyang was a child, Xiao Fuxing would always serve him when he was writing or painting.
While Xiao Fuxing was grinding ink, Xiao Qingyang walked around the yard, counted how many doors there were, and how many pairs of spring couplets were needed, and made a draft in his mind.
After Xiao Fuxing ground the ink, Yang Baiyi spread the red paper on the table. Xiao Qingyang also had an idea in mind, so he stood in front of the table, splashed ink with his brush, and finished it in one go.
"Grandpa's calligraphy is majestic and powerful. You can tell it's from the hands of a man with deep understanding."
"Grandpa really writes like a god!"
"Dad's handwriting is still as good as it was back then."
The three young men praised him repeatedly, and Xiao Qingyang smiled so hard that his eyebrows were not visible.
When he was in power before, he received more praises from people around him, but Xiao Qingyang himself couldn't tell how many of them were sincere.
Regardless of whether the praise from his junior was sincere or not, Xiao Qingyang took it seriously.
"Please stop praising him! His tail will be lifted up! I have to study harder and keep up with him."
Mu Xue, who was teasing Yang Xiaoxiao, exposed Xiao Qingyang's past.
"You old woman, why do you say everything in front of the child?"
Xiao Qingyang used to say this often. It was a joke between husband and wife, and also to distract his wife from missing their daughter.
"Brother, hold me. I also want to see what grandpa wrote."
Yang Xiaoxiao was exactly as tall as the table, and now she couldn't see anything on the ground, so she kept jumping on the ground in anxiety.
When Chen Dahe and Chen Baiwang came over with the red paper, the Spring Festival couplets in Yang Baiyi's house had already been posted.
"Spring returns to the earth, and the vast mountains and rivers are like brocade;
All the people celebrate together, and today is the time for great men to come."
"Uncle Dahe, look at the couplets written here. They're majestic and the calligraphy is beautiful. I was right to ask Uncle Xiao for help, wasn't it? Uncle Xiao is obviously a talented person."
Standing at Yang Baiyi's door, Chen Baiwang felt that the couplet at the gate had more and more meaning the more he read it.
“The situation of stability and unity is good;
The beautiful landscape reveals a new look. "
“One billion people united;
A grand vision for the vast land."
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"Uncle Xiao is indeed Uncle Xiao. These Spring Festival couplets are absolutely amazing."
At every door, the two would stop for a while to admire and praise.
"Captain, old Party Secretary, what are you looking at? Aren't you too cold?"
Through the window, Yang Baiyi saw the two people's actions clearly.
"Doctor Yang, let's take a look at the Spring Festival couplets you posted at home. Were they written by Uncle Xiao? The handwriting is beautiful, and the lyrics are well-written, too.
Uncle Xiao, we are here to ask for your help. The Spring Festival couplets posted by the brigade before looked like ghostly calligraphy.
It’s time to put up Spring Festival couplets again, and Uncle Dahe and I are thinking of you.”
Chen Baiwang took out a roll of red paper from his armpit, which contained two bottles of Xifeng liquor.
"You can write the Spring Festival couplets, but you can take two bottles of wine back."
Writing a few pairs of Spring Festival couplets was not a difficult task for Xiao Qingyang. Moreover, when he was writing just now, he really got addicted to it.
"No, that won't do. This is my writing fee."
Chen Dahe insisted that Chen Baiwang put the wine on the table.
In the past, there was an old scholar in the village who would ask for a fee for giving names or writing couplets.
This is respect for knowledge.
"Revival, grinding ink."
While instructing his son to grind ink, Xiao Qingyang was thinking about what kind of spring couplet to write for the brigade headquarters.
“With unity, we adhere to the Four Principles and move forward steadily;
The whole nation should unite to carry forward the Yan'an spirit and open up a new future."
"Great! Uncle Xiao's couplet is absolutely perfect!"
As soon as Xiao Qingyang stopped writing, Chen Baiwang couldn't help but applaud. Although he couldn't say what was so good about it, he just felt that it was comfortable to read.
"Brother, don't bother two people with the same thing. This is for the main door. There should also be a pair for the entrance to the brigade's barracks."
Looking at the Spring Festival couplets written for the brigade headquarters, Chen Dahe nodded frequently.
“Have the means, the determination, and work hard;
Don’t lie, don’t exaggerate, and be determined to act.”
Xiao Qingyang pondered for a moment, thinking of the newspaper he read a few days ago, which had criticized the phenomenon of exaggeration, and picked up his pen to write another couplet.
"Great! Uncle Xiao really wrote what I was really thinking. The exaggerated style of the past few years has really hurt people. Every production team is competing with each other in boasting, and the people are the ones who suffer."
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