On New Year's Eve, people worshiped their ancestors and put up Spring Festival couplets, and the whole village was filled with the flavor of the Spring Festival.
"Shengli, Xiaorou has gone back?" Su Shicheng stood at the door of his house and shouted to Zhang Shengli.
"I'm going back, I went back last night!"
It is a custom in the village that on New Year's Eve, all family members must be in place before posting the Spring Festival couplets, otherwise they cannot be posted. But as soon as the Spring Festival couplets are posted, you can go out to play and go to whose house you want to go.
"By the way, master, have you seen Xiaobai?"
Zhang Shengli was wondering. Xiao Bai has not been seen this morning. He has been very wild recently and has not been seen every day. Look at Xiao Jin. He is in the fairy garden all day long and only occasionally goes to the back mountain. These two
Comparing him, he is just a naughty kid and a good baby.
"I seem to have gone to the back mountain!" Su Shicheng wrote the Spring Festival couplets with a smile. He also heard a little about Xiaobai's recent situation, and sometimes he would be so happy when he heard it.
Old people are different from young people. The older generation writes Spring Festival couplets by themselves. If they can’t write, they directly ask others to write. But young people are different. How many young people today can write calligraphy?
Even if I could write, it would still be ugly.
Therefore, young people nowadays go to the streets to buy Spring Festival couplets, and few of them write them. Seeing Su Shicheng writing Spring Festival couplets, Zhang Shengli suddenly felt that the ones he had were more than one grade behind.
"No, it's better to write it yourself, otherwise it won't be worthy of your own small building." Zhang Xinsheng began to worry in his heart.
"Master, do you have any extra red paper?"
"Yes, there are many in the house. I asked Xiaorou to help me buy them a few days ago." Su Shicheng put away the brush in his hand and completed a Spring Festival couplet written by himself.
Seeing Zhang Shengli throwing the Spring Festival couplets he bought directly into the house and arriving in front of his house, Su Shicheng burst into laughter.
"What, you want to write it yourself?"
Zhang Shengli was a little embarrassed. He tilted his body and glanced at the master's calligraphy, and said shamelessly: "I can't write this calligraphy, so how about master write it for me."
As if he had already guessed Zhang Shengli's thoughts, Su Shicheng pointed at the other party and said: "You, these Spring Festival couplets are about an atmosphere. It doesn't matter whether you write well or not, but you must do it yourself to feel the taste of it."
It's such a principle. It's not that Zhang Shengli doesn't understand it, it's just that he can't use his ugly words. What will he do if he gets laughed at?
"Okay, feel free to write. I've seen your calligraphy before. It's not ugly. It's not too much of a challenge compared to some calligraphers who claim to be masters."
Hearing his master praising himself, Zhang Shengli scratched his head in embarrassment, and on a whim, he directly took the pen from his master's hand and said: "That's good, just write it, at worst, it will be ruined."
Su Shicheng laughed loudly and said: "Is this what young people should be like? Don't start to be timid before you have done anything."
After receiving the pen, Zhang Shengli became nervous, fearing that he could not write well or that his writing would be ugly, but the master's words rang in his ears, affecting his state of mind like a magic voice.
Taking a deep breath, he gradually calmed down. He seemed to have found that feeling, and the breath in his body began to move automatically, flowing throughout his body. For a moment, the whole person seemed to have reached a state of selflessness.
With a swipe of brush and ink, Zhang Shengli began to write, and without breaking a breath, he finished writing a Spring Festival couplet.
"good!"
Su Shicheng clapped his hands and applauded, saying: "The writing is majestic, the gestures are wild, the victory is unintentional and the intention is victorious. Your skills are not weaker than mine."
Zhang Shengli's mind went blank at this time, and he still didn't come back to his senses until he finished writing.
Zhang Shengli didn't realize that when he was writing, a figure came behind him. When he stopped writing, the other person suddenly applauded and praised him repeatedly.
"I can't tell, brother-in-law, your calligraphy is better than my teacher's."
"Shuai Shuai, when did you come here?" Only then did Zhang Shengli react. He took another piece of red paper handed over by the master, spread it on the table, and asked Tang Shuai: "Have you finished pasting the Spring Festival couplets at home?
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"I finished the post early. My dad wrote it himself. Am I sending some meat to Mr. Su?" As he said that, Tang Shuai raised the steaming pork that had just been taken out of the pot.
Zhang Shengli picked up the pen again and had the first experience. This time he seemed to have found the trick. He had several years of experience in learning calligraphy, so this time his writing was much smoother, even better than the first one.
Be good.
"Okay, I'll keep these two for myself, just enough to stick on them. You can write the rest yourself." Su Shicheng laughed loudly, and at the same time took the pork from Tang Shuai's hand and said, "Have you also learned calligraphy?"
"Yes, my sister is the only one who doesn't know how to write." At this point, Tang Shuai glanced at Zhang Shengli who was writing and said, "But it's far behind my brother-in-law."
"It's good to learn calligraphy. Calligraphy is just like traditional Chinese medicine. It's something passed down by our ancestors. Looking around the world, which country can turn writing into an art like ours?" Su Shicheng heard that Tang Shuai also learned calligraphy and asked him.
I like it even more.
"Yes, my teacher said so too."
The old man and the young man were pasting Spring Festival couplets and chatting while Zhang Shengli was writing alone.
At this time, an old man from the village came to the table with freshly fried meat in his hand.
"Shengli, didn't you buy it the day before yesterday? How come you started writing it yourself?"
Zhang Shengli laughed and said: "Uncle Cheng, don't you feel that what you wrote has a New Year flavor, so while the master is writing, I also wrote two pieces by the way. What? Give the master something to eat?"
"Isn't this some meat fried at home and given to Mr. Su?"
Zhang Shengli nodded, and he did not stop the villagers from doing this, because not only here, no matter where they are, the village doctor is always the most respected.
Who doesn't have some minor ailments in life? In the past, there were no doctors, and you had to travel several miles to treat the disease. Now that the master is here, how could the villagers not welcome him? Moreover, he only charges the cost of medicinal materials for treatment and does not care about money at all.
So in just a few months, everyone in Longhuan Town knew the name of his master. He would say hello to him when he saw him on the road. If he needed help, he would definitely be obligated to do so.
This is the countryside, as long as you treat them well, they will always remember you.
"Okay, then you get busy first!"
In this way, when Zhang Shengli was writing a Spring Festival couplet, a dozen or so families came to bring food to Mr. Su. Some said it was not easy for Mr. Su to be here alone, some said that they had made more at home, in short, they had all kinds of food.
There are reasons.
Mr. Su also accepts everyone who comes, and he knows more about this matter than Zhang Shengli.
The people in the village are honest and honest. If you don't accept them, you will feel uncomfortable.
Just when Zhang Shengli finished writing the Spring Festival couplets and was about to post them, a white figure passed in front of his eyes.
"Xiaobai! You ate it again!"
Zhang Shengli yelled at Xiaobai, this was the first time, and every time he disappeared, he must have gone to the back mountain, either to catch a hare or a pheasant, and throw it directly to Zhang Shengli when he came back.
After being scolded by Zhang Shengli several times, it learned to be smart and would not give it to Zhang Shengli after catching it, but would throw it directly to Lin's Snack Bar.
In this way, Lin Shu and Xiao Bai seemed to have reached some kind of agreement. As long as he caught a game, Xiao Bai would get half of the cooked food.
Now for Xiaobai, the back mountain is simply a food breeding base. If there is nothing wrong, he can go in and catch one, and then come back to have a tooth ceremony.