Zhang Ping soon came back with his pen and mo, and there was another person who came back with him.

Zhang Futong, an old Chinese doctor in the village.

"Uncle Tongsan, why are you here?" Zhang Yan looked at the person who came unexpectedly.

"Haha, I happened to meet Xiao Pingzi and said that you were going to write Spring Festival couplets, so I followed him and asked you to have Spring Festival couplets." Zhang Futong said as he took out the prepared red paper.

"Okay, as long as Mr. Tong San doesn't dislike my ugly word." Zhang Yan agreed readily.

In this era, most of the Spring Festival couplets that were not printed were bought by themselves and found people who could write large characters to write Spring Festival couplets.

Of course, there are also people selling written Spring Festival couplets in the market.

Generally, villagers do not charge for writing Spring Festival couplets, but for villagers, there is no such thing as a charge.

There is no need to collect melon seeds and peanuts from others by writing Spring Festival couplets.

For rural people, writing Spring Festival couplets is always free, and this is a favorable person.

Just like building a house, the villagers can’t ask for money when they go to build a house, they just need to take care of the meal.

This is also a favorable person. In the future, others will need help when building a house, which is considered a favorable person.

Of course, writing Spring Festival couplets can only be considered a very small favor, and basically no need to repay it, which means having a good popularity in the village.

Don’t underestimate this good popularity. It sometimes has a great effect in rural areas.

"I know your handwriting. I originally planned to write it with you Uncle Liang. I heard that you want to write it. I'm just going to kidnap you here." Zhang Futong said with a smile.

Uncle Liang refers to Zhang Fuliang, a private teacher in the village primary school and a teacher in the village.

"Uncle Tongsan, aren't you letting me offend people? If Uncle Liang finds out, he will still scold me?" Zhang Yan said with a wry smile.

Zhang Fuliang also taught Zhang Yan before, and he was his enlightenment teacher.

"No, no, your Uncle Liang knows, I will only thank you. You must know that in previous years, your Uncle Liang was most afraid of the New Year. Just writing Spring Festival couplets, you were so tired that your hands were cramped." Zhang Futong said with a smile.

This is true.

Although Zhangjiayu only has more than 300 households, it has a population of more than 1,000 people.

For a family, the few small door pairs are required, and the more than a dozen are required. In addition, the main door pairs and the word "Fu" are also written in a lot.

Basically, the Spring Festival couplets of one family cannot be finished in more than half an hour.

There are only seven or eight people in the village who can write big characters. On average, each person has to write dozens of sets.

Rural people naturally don’t want to spend money to buy ready-made ones. The main reason is not that they are afraid of spending money, but that they spend money to buy them. They always seem to be unpopular in the village.

Another point is that it is also a kind of viciousness of human beings. They are so tired of writing big characters that they have cramps in their hands, but if neighbors spend money to buy Spring Festival couplets, Zhang Fuliang and others who can write big characters will feel that they look down on them.

Do you think the words I write are not good?

I didn't say I wouldn't write it for you, I would spend money to buy it? Who do you look down on?

After meeting, you will definitely have a tone when talking, such as sarcastic stings.

This love accident and human relationships are really mysterious and a great question.

Next, Zhang Yan really realized Zhang Fuliang's hard work.

Originally, he thought that Zhang Futong was the only one who wrote his Spring Festival couplet out of politeness.

As a result, this could have been considered a hornet's nest.

Not long after Zhang Futong left, four or five people came before he finished writing the Spring Festival couplets of his family, all of whom were old men or cousins ​​who had not had the third-server service.

They all read Zhang Futong's Spring Festival couplets and came to Zhang Yan to write them.

Zhang Yan naturally had no choice but to refuse.

I could only let go of my own home and start writing for them.

After finally finishing writing the Spring Festival couplets of these five people, seven or eight more people came.

Zhang Yan finally realized the feeling of Zhang Fuliang and the others. As long as they come to you, you can't refuse.

There is no way, write it.

Zhang Yan continued to write until dinner. Not only did he not finish writing, but he also wrote more and more.

Zhang Yan worked overtime until after ten o'clock in the evening before he finished writing all the Spring Festival couplets.

The next morning, it was already New Year's Eve, but no one came to Zhang Yan to write Spring Festival couplets again.

On New Year’s Eve, post Spring Festival couplets in the morning and welcome the money.

After pasting Spring Festival couplets and welcome money, I went to the grave and invited my ancestors to go home for dinner.

Zhangjiayu lives in a clan, and the whole village is an ancestor, and the farthest relationship has not yet come out of the five matches.

Of course, we go to the grave together. A huge group of people, led by the fifth master, went to the ancestral tomb.

The fifth master took everyone to visit the ancestors. After worshiping the ancestors, everyone visited the ancestors' graves.

"Yanzi, we will be at home tonight and we will celebrate the New Year together!" Zhang Yan's grandfather discussed with Zhang Yan on the way home.

"Okay!" Zhang Yan agreed readily.

"Where is your father?"

"It's okay, I'm there!" Zhang Yan sighed secretly and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Zhang Yan's grandfather happily said three good words in a row.

"Master, don't worry, my second uncle's family is back, and we will celebrate the New Year together every year from now on!" Zhang Yan comforted.

My father has been spending the New Year with his grandfather since he split up with his grandfather.

This year, I saw that Zhang Yan was in charge of the family, so Zhang Yan's grandfather thought of calling the whole family together for the New Year.

The old man, when he gets old, he hopes that his children can be around him, especially during the Chinese New Year, he hopes that his children can be together and be happy.

Unfortunately, my grandfather hasn't implemented this idea for more than ten years.

First, because the third son was not good enough, he was forced to separate the family. Later, the second son went to Shanghai because of work.

Over the years, Zhang Yan's grandfather has been hoping that the whole family can spend the New Year together.

When they returned home, Tong Mei and Zhang's mother were preparing the New Year's Eve dinner at home.

"Don't prepare, let's go to grandpa's house to celebrate the New Year together tonight!" Zhang Yan said to Zhang's mother and Tong Mei.

"What are you going?" Before Zhang's mother could speak, Zhang Fusheng took the lead in speaking.

"Dad, it's the New Year, my second uncle is back, and my grandfather is here, so of course I have to celebrate the New Year together."

"We have all separated, what New Year's Day is together? We have to celebrate each other."

"Dad, you think about it yourself. You are old now, the second and third brothers. After you turn to the New Year, you will get married soon.

Do they also have to face the problem of splitting up after getting married?

At that time, do you want them to celebrate the New Year by themselves or to celebrate the New Year with you?"

"Of course I'm following me for the New Year. They are my sons. I'm not dead, so I have to spend the New Year with me!" Zhang Fusheng glared and howled.

"Yes! You are also my grandfather's own son! My grandfather is not dead yet!
Chapter completed!