Zhao Jiner felt uncomfortable when she listened to everyone's words.

Why did Zhang Fangfang get such a mother?

Qin Muxiu whispered in her ear, "Get a few couplets and give them one."

Yes, yes, it’s still my husband who is thoughtful.

Zhao Jiner quickly took out a few couplets from the basket and gave them to Li Zheng and a few young men. "Thank you, Mr. Li Zheng and a few older brothers,"

Li was raising his hand and refused to accept it.

"It is the duty of the whole village to resist this crazy woman returning to the village. If you find that she reports immediately, we will drive her away. Everyone is doing their own things. How can you ask for your couplet?"

Zhao Jiner smiled with her eyebrows and eyes curled, "This couplet was written by Asu, my family, and it's not worth much. Just accept it, Master Li Zheng. You paste it on the door. Our Asu still has a face."

These words were so complimenting that I was just smiling, "Then I'll take them back and post them."

When the other young people saw that the village was about to accept it, they also accepted it one after another.

After all, every household is not having a good time this year, and a pair of Spring Festival couplets will cost about ten copper plates.

If Zhao Jiner didn't send these Spring Festival couplets, they even planned not to post Spring Festival couplets this year.

After sending the Spring Festival couplets, the couple continued to go to the town.

The people in the countryside have a difficult life, and the market business is also depressed. In previous years, people who went to the market were flocking to each other. This year, the streets are only in groups of three or three, and not many people buy things yet.

Zhao Jiner found an open space and spread the old cloth she brought on first to put the couplets on the cloth.

She always takes care of Qin Muxiu's efforts.

Qin Muxiu's calligraphy is good and the couplet is good. After a while, someone came to mind.

"Miss, how do you sell this couplet?"

Zhao Jiner was afraid that she would not be able to sell it if she opened high, so she only had eight words to sell it.

The person who asked nodded repeatedly, "It's two cents cheaper than in the shop, give me a pair."

An old lady next to her said, "You can buy two cabbages for eight cents, and stew a big pot of cabbage, which is enough to eat for several days. In this situation, how dare you spend this money!"

The person who wanted to couplet counted the copper plates and said, "Don't our merchants look forward to the New Year all year round? This year has been so hard, so I can't get a good start next year? I would rather not eat those two bites of cabbage than stick the door red. Looking at the festive season, I have a bright future!"

The few people next to him who were originally hesitant nodded when they heard this.

"Life is about making a big fortune. You can avoid eating cabbage, and you must stick couplets. Otherwise, the end of the year will seem to have passed in vain."

"Miss, give me a pair."

"Miss, give me one too."

Zhao Jiner quickly packed it for the customer. When she came, she specially ordered a small roll of red velvet thread from Mrs. Qin, rolled the couplets into rolls, and then tied them with red velvet thread, which made it look more particular.

When customers receive it, they feel pampered.

In just half an hour, more than 60 couplets were sold half.

Even the firework vendors not far away were envious, and moved the stall to them, and smiled, "We sell all New Year's goods, I'll share your popularity, don't you mind?"

Zhao Jiner smiled and said, "Don't mind, this street is public, and Besides, the things we sell are different. You can bring each other's business together!"

"You are late. It's almost noon. Everyone is going home for dinner. I have to wait for the afternoon before I get on. Do you two want to go eat something? I'll take care of you at the stall."
Chapter completed!