Chapter 89
Shi Zelan stared at Shi Xiaoliu in amazement: "The neighbors are all kind-hearted people. Didn't you explain to them that I'm only ten years old?"
“It was explained, but they still expressed their concern.”
Shi Zelan was very grateful at this moment. Her registered age was only ten years old, which saved her countless troubles.
Shi Zelan looked at Shi Xiaoliu sympathetically: "It's not easy to be a good person."
Shi Xiaoliu looked at her unhappily: "Master and uncle can dislike talking to others because they are scholars, and you can also act capriciously because you are young. Can I do that?"
Shi Zelan sympathetically handed Shi Xiaoliu a Qingxin Talisman and said, "Try it for a few days and see if you can avoid the enthusiastic people."
Shi Xiaoliu recognized the Qingxin Talisman, took it and smiled: "I am already clear enough.
OK, I'll use it for a few days and tell you the results. ”
Shi Zelan looked at him and said with a smile: "If this talisman doesn't work for you, I have other talismans for you to use."
Shi Xiaoliu looked at her and became a little worried for a moment: "Lan Jie'er, if someone says a few more words to you and you get impatient, don't use the silence spell on others."
Shi Zelan was very unhappy when she heard his words and said, "Are ordinary people worthy of my using the talisman?"
Shi Xiaoliu thought of Aunt Zhang, who always expressed her care and concern to him.
But she would always say a few polite words to Shi Zelan and leave it at that, even if she asked, Shi Zelan still didn't understand.
After hearing this, Shi Xiaoliu was so angry that he almost laughed. Is he the one who has come to his senses?
When he met Aunt Zhang later, he gave her the cold shoulder, but others could still talk endlessly in front of him.
Shi Zelan left very calmly. During her short stay in Black City, Shi Zelan didn't want to have too much interaction with her neighbors.
Shi Xiaoliu originally had the same idea as her, but in daily interactions, he had little interaction with the scholars, but instead had interactions with the neighbor aunts.
Since they were planning to stay in Black City for some time, Master Decheng and Master Shanzheng asked the two children to store food for the winter.
When the Chinese New Year was approaching, Master Decheng and Master Shanzheng suddenly had an idea and decided to take their two children to the entrance of the alley to write Spring Festival couplets for everyone.
Shi Xiaoliu and Shi Zelan were both shocked and looked at them: "Master, Uncle Master, you won't change your mind?"
Master Decheng nodded affirmatively: "We should give something to share in the joy of the New Year in the secular world."
Shanzheng Zhenren said to Shi Zelan: "Don't worry about your handwriting. I've walked around these past few days and your handwriting is still passable."
Shi Zelan was really grateful to her master, but the elders had made the decision, so she and Shi Xiaoliu could only obey.
The four of them set up a table at the entrance of the alley, prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write Spring Festival couplets for their own yard.
A neighbor came forward to inquire about the situation out of curiosity. After hearing their plan, he smiled and said, "Our alley is full of scholars. If you are really interested, go to the entrance of the alley ahead."
Zhenren Decheng was a kind and harmonious person with a caring heart. The next day, he went to the entrance of an alley in front.
The two of them sat at the table, while Shi Xiaoliu and Shi Zelan stood at the table behind them.
A passerby looked at the four of them and asked boldly, "Do you want money to write Spring Festival couplets?"
Decheng Zhenren pointed to the sign that said free Spring Festival couplets could be written: "Guests just need to bring their own red paper."
The person asking the question turned around and said to the person who came with him: "How about we give it a try?"
"We haven't met these four people yet. What if they write something bad?"
"Every penny you can save is a penny you can save. If you write badly, it's just a piece of paper."
Someone came forward and asked Master Decheng to write the word "Fu". He wrote it seriously.
After the words were written, more people came over, and Shi Zelan quickly said to the women who came over: "Everyone line up, the four of us can write Spring Festival couplets for everyone."
The women looked at Shi Zelan and said disdainfully, "You are just a little kid, so don't join in the fun. We need your parents to help write the Spring Festival couplets."
Shi Zelan smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, but if we're in a hurry, my brother and I can also write Spring Festival couplets for everyone."
The women still lined up. The most people were sitting in front of the tables of Master Decheng and Master Shanzheng. There were also two or three people in front of Shi Xiaoliu's table as they were in a hurry to go home. Only the table of Shi Zelan was empty.
Shi Xiaoliu cherished this opportunity very much and wrote Spring Festival couplets for the guests very seriously. Then five or six more people came to his table.
Throughout the day, Master Decheng and Master Shanzheng never stopped working. Shi Xiaoliu also worked on twenty or thirty Spring Festival couplets. Only Shi Zelan was the least busy. An old lady took pity on her and asked her to write the character "Fu".
The next day, they continued to write Spring Festival couplets. They stopped Shi Xiaoliu at the entrance of the alley and asked in a low voice, "Did you have good business yesterday?"
Shi Xiaoliu looked at her and said, "We are writing Spring Festival couplets for others, not doing business."
"You can't do this. You're taking away the livelihood of the poor scholar."
When the two masters heard what the woman said, they turned around and said, "We will only write for today. We will come back tomorrow and study hard."
After they left, the woman informed the people in the alley of the news and sighed, "The people of all ages have read so much that they have become dull. They don't even know how to earn a few cents for their writing."
The people in the alley wanted to watch the fun, so they went to the entrance of the alley and were amazed to see it crowded with people writing Spring Festival couplets.
There were people in front of Shi Zelan's desk now. They were holding written Spring Festival couplets and talking around her desk.
They asked Shi Zelan: "Little girl, will your father and uncle still be here writing Spring Festival couplets tomorrow?"
"I won't come tomorrow."
After Shi Zelan answered, a woman became anxious: "Why won't you come tomorrow? I have already sent a message to my brother from my mother's family."
Shi Zelan glanced at her and said, "Aunt, we can only write Spring Festival couplets for free for two days. If we exceed that, it will be a bit bad."
Several women left in a hurry. A young woman looked at the couplets in her hand and said, "How much will it cost for the ink and paper to write the couplets for you in the future?" ”
Shi Zelan looked up at the woman who asked the question and said with a smile, "It depends on fate. Right now, I can't answer randomly."
At noon that day, Master Decheng and Master Shanzheng ate the spring rolls given by the guests.
Shi Xiaoliu and Shi Zelan returned to the yard to eat. After the meal, they took some pens and ink and sent them over.
At dusk, Master Decheng and his entourage returned home, and met two or three scholars waiting for them at the intersection.
They politely saluted to Master Decheng and Master Shanzheng and said, "Two great calligraphers, when are you free? We would like to come and ask for your advice."
Zhenren Decheng and Zhenren Shanzheng looked at the red paper in their hands and said with a smile: "We are just people who like to write, and we really can't be called masters of calligraphy."
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