Changle Village and Feng Dao Tomb are only separated by a hill. If you turn over, you can see Changle Village under the hill. It only takes more than ten minutes to walk.
"Xiao Ding just came here and is not familiar with our village. You will gradually become familiar with it in the future. Oh, Lao Chai, if there are weddings and funerals in the village after you leave, who will write the words?" Secretary Feng said with regret.
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"Hey, the transfer order from above came down and asked me to go back to the bureau. No, Xiao Ding was sent here. He is also from our bureau. From now on, it will be his job to write letters for weddings and weddings in the village." Lao Chai looked back.
Ding Changlin, who was following behind him, said.
Ding Changlin said nothing, he was just looking at the village. From here, the village was still very beautiful, and the village was surrounded by hillsides, and there were terraces on the hillsides.
"Xiao Ding, how are we doing here? Although there are not many people now, in spring and autumn, there are many people who come here to take photos. They are all taking photos of the terraced fields. I don’t know what is good to take pictures. We do it every day.
Even though I’m looking at it, I can’t see anything good about it,” Secretary Feng said.
"It's not bad, it's pretty good-looking." Ding Changlin nodded and said.
"Hahaha, Xiao Ding, once you get familiar with this place, you will like it. There are still many unmarried girls in the village, and there are also a few beautiful young widows staying at home. If you have the ability, just go and seduce them.
I'll take care of you if something goes wrong. By the way, are you married?" Secretary Feng is a generous person, and it's only been so long since we've met that he dares to make such a joke.
Lao Chai looked back at Ding Changlin and didn't see any expression on Ding Changlin's face. He didn't know anything about Ding Changlin, so the conversation wasn't very deep. But one thing was clear. This Ding Changlin was not treated by the Bureau at all.
See you, otherwise I wouldn't be sent here.
Ding Changlin's hometown is in the countryside, so he is not unfamiliar with the countryside at all. If nothing else, the village cadres in each village, especially the village director or branch secretary, must be the best in the construction of the village. This seems to be
It should seem that those who can become a village cadre must have some wealth, and no one will care about you if you are broke.
From afar, I saw a red lantern hanging on a tall gatehouse. The light bulb was on even in broad daylight. There were several children playing at the door. Secretary Feng's family had many people, and all the villagers from the village came to help.
With the help of these people, Secretary Feng had time to go to Shanbao to ask for Lao Chai, otherwise he would not have time to go out.
When they saw Secretary Feng and Lao Chai coming, everyone, whether standing or sitting, greeted each other. It seemed that Lao Chai was indeed very well-connected here. Ding Changlin was hiding behind, wanting to have a free meal and save the money.
Went back to cook.
Pens, inks, paper and inkstones have been waiting for a long time, and everyone has made way for Lao Chai. Happy couplets are posted on the door, including wedding invitations to the in-laws and invitations to the village, all of which need to be written by Lao Chai.
Lao Chai turned around and glanced at Ding Changlin. This guy was huddled behind and watching the chef practicing his knife skills in the yard.
"Xiao Ding, come here," Lao Chai shouted.
Ding Changlin knew he couldn't escape, so he walked over.
"You will inevitably cause trouble to Secretary Feng in the future, why don't you show your support now?" Lao Chai said.
Ding Changlin suddenly said: "Yes, yes, I forgot about this."
After saying that, he took out two hundred yuan from his wallet and wanted to give it as a gift, but unexpectedly Secretary Feng stopped him and said: "You don't have to give it as a gift. I know that your civil servants only have a few dead wages every month.
I have to support my family, and there are other weddings and funerals in the village. You have to follow the etiquette. How can your salary be enough? When Lao Chai came to our village, I made a rule: I only write words, not follow the etiquette, and I have to be the chief."
"Secretary Feng, look, I have already taken it out, why don't we make an example again?" Ding Changlin said, he also saw that this place is almost five kilometers away from the town, and it is the closest to Changle Village in a radius of several miles. If we do anything with this village
If the relationship is not good, then I really can only stay in the cemetery on the other side of the mountain.
"No, no, we can't make an exception. Lao Chai wants you to express that he's not asking you to pay, but to write, right, Lao Chai?" Secretary Feng said.
"That's right, I can't afford the money either. Xiao Ding, come on, you write, it's in your favor." Lao Chai handed the brush in his hand to Ding Changlin.
He originally just meant it, but he didn't expect Ding Changlin to actually take it. He was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Secretary Feng, I will leave the writing to Xiao Ding from now on."
Secretary Feng didn't expect that Ding Changlin actually took the brush over. Someone had already cut the paper over there, and the auspicious words were all written on a piece of paper. It was just a matter of copying it, but using the brush to write it on
On the red paper, that is the happy couplet.
Ding Changlin looked at the length and width of the paper, and then looked at the number of words in Xilian. He put his brush into the ink bottle and stirred it. The people at the scene gradually became quiet. They didn't know what this young man did, where he came from, and why.
Stealing Lao Chai's job?
Ding Changlin had the confidence to dare to take over the pen. During the four years of college and playing with his classmates for four years, he didn't even get a girlfriend, but he devoted all his spare time to calligraphy, because
He took calligraphy as an elective in his freshman year and practiced calligraphy with a teacher at the university for four years. The teacher was a master of Yan and Ti, which greatly benefited Ding Changlin.
I don't want to do it as a courtesy. If I don't show my hand, I will be embarrassed to eat this meal. Another important reason is that he has been depressed these days and has nowhere to complain about his grievances. At this time, calligraphy is the best way to resolve it.
, and also allow yourself to calm down.
Therefore, when the brush in his hand was lifted from the ink bottle, there was an aura about him. Others could not feel it, but Ding Changlin could feel it himself, so the brush moved quickly, and a happy couplet came out with one wave.
At once.
At the beginning, Lao Chai was still thinking about how to evaluate Ding Changlin's handwriting later. But after Ding Changlin finished writing, Lao Chai's mouth was open and he couldn't close it. He didn't know how to evaluate it. Is the handwriting good or not? The scene
People who saw it were in admiration.
"Xiao Ding, you can do it. This is Yan Ti. Hey, if Yan Ti has been practiced to this extent, it won't be possible to write like this in just three or two years." Lao Chai praised sincerely.
"I practiced for four years in college, and even though I was very busy, I didn't give it up. It was just a pastime when I had nothing to do. I haven't written anything for a long time." Ding Changlin finished writing the rest of the wedding couplets and invitations while talking to Lao Chai.
, this kind of ability to perform two tasks also amazed Lao Chai. With such ability, why was he sent here to guard the tomb?
Lao Chai's doubts deepened.
"Okay..." Secretary Feng called out from the side, and cheers came and went. After Ding Changlin finished writing, he threw the brush on the desk, feeling much relieved.
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