Director Zhou said at the beginning that the backyard was more spacious, but it was occupied by the people in the yard and turned into a vegetable garden that everyone shared, so he approved the land of the East Cross-yard for him.

After strolling back home, Zhang An had already come in through the side door.

"Boss, why are you back? Hurry up, write the couplet and you will go back to your hometown to visit the grave tomorrow. If you don't write today, it will be too late tomorrow!" Seeing Zhang Yan coming in, Zhang Fusheng urged.

"It's time to come, wait for me to put down my bag!"

"Brother-in-law, I'll help you get the bag!" Little Radish Head ran up and took Zhang Yan's briefcase.

Zhuangzhuang also walked towards Zhang Yan with her calf. When she was still two or three steps away from Zhang Yan, she jumped up and rushed towards Zhang Yan.

This is a game between Zhuangzhuang and Zhang Yan. If you don’t meet this distance, there will be only one result, lying on the ground.

Zhang Yan naturally would not let his son lie on the ground and bent down to catch Zhuangzhuang who was rushing up.

"Hi!" Zhuangzhuang was very happy with the interaction with his father, hugging Zhang Yan's neck and giggling.

"Boy, it's so dirty again!" Zhang Yan slapped Zhuangzhuang's butt.

"Display the whip! My uncle took me to whip! My aunt didn't dare to whip!" Zhuang Zhuang didn't care at all about being spanked. He hugged Zhang Yan's neck and told him what he did today.

This son is so naughty now. Zhang Yan has a premonition that when he gets a few years older, he will definitely be beaten. Not to mention beating eight times a day, three beats a day are probably inevitable.

You know, Tong Mei resigned from her leadership position in order to take care of her three sons, as well as her son or daughter who may be born in the future. She has time in the future and can beat her son to relieve her boredom when she is fine.

He came to the main hall with his son in his arms. Zhang Ping had already prepared the things and was waiting for him to come back to write Spring Festival couplets.

Zhang Yan put Zhuangzhuang on the ground, "Go to play by yourself! Dad is going to work!"

"Dad, I'll help you with work!" Zhuangzhuang followed Zhang Yan's butt and said eagerly.

"Okay! You're helping to get things!"

Zhang Yan picked up the brush, dipped the ink on the inkstone, then spread the red paper and started writing.

The red paper has been cut, and Zhang Yan can tell from the size of the red paper, where the Spring Festival couplets are pasted.

The contents of the outside gate, the couplets in the main hall, and the couplets in the east and west wing rooms are all different, and there must be highlighted.

Zhang Yan wrote it very quickly. After a while, he wrote down the Spring Festival couplets he needed at home, and then began to write the Spring Festival couplets of the second and third families.

Finally, write the word "Fu" and paste the word "Fu" on every door and window.

To explain, in the 1960s, you could still post Spring Festival couplets. It was not allowed to post Spring Festival couplets in the late 1960s and 1970s.

After Zhang Yan finished writing, Zhang Fusheng took his second and third brother out to paste Spring Festival couplets.

According to custom, it should be New Year's Eve or New Year's Eve to post Spring Festival couplets, and money will be paid.

However, because this year is not thirty years old, tomorrow is the 29th New Year's Eve, and they will go back to their hometown to visit their grave tomorrow, so they posted Spring Festival couplets in advance today, so they were in a hurry tomorrow and it was too late.

"Uncle Zhang, why are your family posting couplets today?"

"We are going back to our hometown to visit the grave tomorrow..." Zhang Fusheng explained with a smile.

"I really envy you. If you can go back to your hometown to visit the grave during the Chinese New Year, we can only kowtow to the tablets at home to our ancestors." Someone sighed.

Many people in this era were the first generation of Beijingers. They came to Beijing after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and were arranged for work and housing.

It is not easy to go back to my hometown in this era.

"Where did you buy these Spring Festival couplets? This word is very well written!"

"It's written by my boss!" Zhang Fusheng said proudly.

"Director Zhang wrote it? It's so beautiful. I didn't expect that Dean Zhang is not only skilled in medical skills, but also writes so well!"

"This is not worse than those great calligraphers."

Everyone gave another compliment.

The smart ones had already run home, took the red paper I bought, ran to Zhang Yan's house, and asked Zhang Yan to help write Spring Festival couplets.

"Director Zhang, the Spring Festival couplets you wrote are so beautiful. Please help me write them."

"Yes, let our family also enjoy the talent of Dean Zhang..."

Zhang Yan naturally would not refuse the neighbor's request. Anyway, there is nothing to do now. As long as you take it, Zhang Yan will write it.

After writing for a while, Zhang Yan felt something was wrong. Where is his son? Why didn’t he hear any movement?

When he turned around, Zhang Yan couldn't help laughing.

"Boy, get up quickly and see what you are doing on the face!" Zhang Yan reached out and picked Zhuangzhuang up, slapped him twice on the butt.

Zhang Yan will put the written Spring Festival couplets on the ground first and dry the ink.

Zhuangzhuang was lying on the ground, reaching out to imitate Zhang Yan, and huh back and forth on the Spring Festival couplets on the ground.

The two of them were pitch black and their faces were also black and white.

"Hehe!" Zhuangzhuang didn't care at all. It didn't hurt anyway, and he thought his father was playing games with him.

He stretched out his little hand and grabbed Zhang Yan's face.

Good guy, now, both of you have become black-faced, and you can play Zhang Fei.

"You little brat, you dare to apply it to my face!" Zhang Yan laughed and slapped twice.

Then he shouted to the outside: "Little Radish Head, hurry up and take your big nephew away!"

"Brother, give it to me! I'll wash it off for him!" Juanzi heard Zhang Yan's shouting, and when she came in, she saw that Zhang Yan and Zhuangzhuang had turned into black faces, she said with a smile.

"Come on him quickly, you can't take any dirty things." Zhang Yan handed Zhuangzhuang to his sister, and then continued to write Spring Festival couplets.

Zhang Yan wrote out all the Spring Festival couplets in one breath before going out to wash his hands and face.

Thanks to the fact that it is already 28th, many neighbors have prepared Spring Festival couplets at home, and there is not much money needed by Zhang Yan to write.

Only three or four schools can Zhang Yan finish writing so quickly.

After Zhang Yan washed his hands, he found that Zhang Fusheng and the second and third brothers were not there. No need to ask, he must have gone to the second and third brothers' house to post Spring Festival couplets.

"Dad, why isn't it dark yet?" When Zhang Yan walked out, the little radish head had just put a second kick. Zhuang Zhuang was jumping around happily. Seeing Zhang Yan coming out, he immediately ran over and hugged him.

asked with Zhang Yan's legs.

"Then you have to wait a while. After dinner, it will be dark." Zhang Yan smiled and touched Zhuangzhuang's head.

Zhang Yan frowned and looked at the little radish head, "Little radish head, who gave it to you the second kick just now?"

"I changed my Red Army Brother!"

"Boy, I think you really deserve a beating. Wait, I'll scream your elder sister's head out now, see how she dealt with you!" Zhang Yan gently kicked Xiao Luobo's head and cursed with a smile.

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"No! Brother-in-law, I was wrong, don't tell my elder sister!" Xiao Luobo asked quickly.

"How many more? Send all these two kicks back to Ge Hongjun.
Chapter completed!