Because he has to leave for the exam in a few days, Zhu Pingan has been writing couplets at home in addition to reading these days. During the Chinese New Year, couplets will be used at home. He will probably write them himself at his old house this year, and his eldest brother and his future sister-in-law will also probably do the same. I want to write it myself. In addition, my eldest brother also needs to use couplets when he gets married, so Zhu Pingan writes couplets at home these days.
Couplets to welcome the New Year:
"The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year, and the blooming red plum blossoms welcome the new year."
"A harmonious family enjoys peace and spring all year round."
"Everything will be prosperous if your home brings good fortune, and everything will be prosperous if your door welcomes you wealth."
Zhu Pingan wrote his name in the couplets in a playful way:
"The country will be prosperous, the family will be prosperous, the country will be prosperous, and the old and young will be safe."
Of course, there are also couplets that need to be posted when the eldest brother gets married:
"Two hearts are bound by a century of love, and a thousand-mile marriage is tied by a thin thread."
"The auspicious clouds surround the jade, and the phoenixes and the phoenixes join the Qin and Jin Dynasties, and the purple air rises to celebrate the orioles and the swallows compose new songs together."
When I was writing a wedding couplet for my eldest brother, my mother, Mrs. Chen, came over with a sewing basket, checked Zhu Pingan with a bunch of coats, then cut them twice with scissors, and then sat aside to rush to make new ones for Zhu Pingan. clothes.
"Mom, you have made me two new sets of clothes, which are enough to wear." Zhu Pingan put down the brush and felt sorry for his mother, Mrs. Chen, who had been making clothes for him for days, and the dark circles appeared under his eyes.
"What do you know? You are going to be at the feet of the Emperor. How can you do it without a few new sets of clothes? You can't be looked down upon."
While her mother, Mrs. Chen, was threading her needle in front of the sunshine, she gave Zhu Pingan some things to pay attention to when going out.
"Mom, let me thread the needle."
Zhu Ping'an saw that his mother Chen couldn't thread the needle after trying several times, so he put the brush on the inkstone, took the needle and thread from Chen's hand, faced the sun outside the door, put it on at once, and then handed it to Chen Shi.
Mrs. Chen took the needle and thread, very satisfied, and began to do needlework in the warm sunshine. After working for a while, Chen will put the needle on her hair and rub it twice before continuing her needlework. Under the sun, the clothes are neatly and carefully stitched. Like fish scales, it ensures the clothes are durable and strong.
The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the wanderer's body.
"Xie'er, what are you writing?"
When Mrs. Chen was making a large prototype of the clothes, she saw that Zhu Ping'an was still writing couplets. Then he asked.
"I'm writing couplets. These were posted for my eldest brother when he got married." Zhu Pingan replied.
After hearing this, Mrs. Chen became interested and said to Zhu Pingan:
"Well, what about you? Write a couplet for your eldest brother and his wife in their wedding room. Don't forget your mother when you get a wife."
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Older gingers are more spicy.
Zhu Ping'an naturally had to obey his mother's orders. After thinking for a while, he picked up a pen and wrote a couplet:
"When you marry a wife, don't forget your mother. Happiness will last forever."
After hearing Zhu Ping'an read the couplet, his mother Chen was very satisfied and asked Zhu Ping'an to make a small mark on the couplet with a brush. When the time came, she would have the couplet hung on the door of his elder brother Zhu Pingchuan's wedding room. .
Seeing Mrs. Chen's serious look, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but want to say: My mother is mighty.
"When you get married, you will have to put up a couplet like this." After watching Zhu Pingan mark the couplet, Mrs. Chen gave Zhu Pingan another instruction.
"Son, I'll post a few more when the time comes." Zhu Ping'an said with a cowardly smile.
His mother, Ms. Chen, was amused by Zhu Pingan's dog-legged appearance. She stretched out her finger and tapped Zhu Pingan on the head, and said with a smile: "I have always been sweet-mouthed since I was a child, but I haven't been able to get into shape since I was elected."
Zhu Pingan smiled naively.
"It seems that Mom has to find a wife to take care of you. It will save you from being in a formal state all day long." When Mrs. Chen saw this, she smiled.
"Then you have to find a beautiful one for your son."
Zhu Ping'an thought Chen was joking, so he laughed without taking it seriously.
"Okay, I'll find you a beautiful fairy-like daughter-in-law." Mrs. Chen thought of Li Shu from Shanghe Village. That little girl was as beautiful as a fairy, so she said with a smile.
Fairy-like?
Isn't that a joke? Zhu Pingan didn't take it seriously.
In the evening, Zhu's father drove the bullock cart home from Kaoshan Town. He heard the bells on the necks of the big black cows far away. His mother, Mrs. Chen, put down her sewing as soon as she heard the bells. Go outside immediately.
"Dad, did you buy it back?"
Mother Chen asked outside the door before she could reach it.
What does mother want father to buy? She takes it so seriously. You must know that even if mother searched for Zhu's father's money for driving the car, she waited until Zhu's father came in. Now, before Zhu's father came in, mother Chen walked out.
Zhu Pingan was a little curious.
"Bought it back."
Father Zhu's voice sounded from outside the door, with the air of asking for credit.
The big black cow rang the bell very loudly. In the past, the big black cow never rang the bell so happily when he arrived at the door of the house. Everything revealed something different from usual.
唏咴咴
A horse neighed suddenly from outside the door.
Could it be that someone is coming?
Zhu Pingan walked out of the gate curiously, and then saw Zhu's father talking to his mother Chen at the door. There was a black horse tied to the side of the ox cart. Well, maybe it couldn't be described as a horse. It was similar to the legendary one. Compared with Lu, Red Rabbit and other good horses, this guy has a sense of déjà vu.
The dark horse is about 1.2 or 1.3 meters tall, not tall at all. He has black hair and a very long mane, and he doesn’t look very handsome. A bunch of hair fell off the horse’s head and was parted to the side, covering half of his eyes. He looked like a non-mainstream killer, short and The setback is completely the result of the horses hanging on the wire.
The big black bull was a little unfriendly to the black horse, and kept shaking the bell around its neck as a demonstration.
The black horse with hanging silk was still a little arrogant. The horse's head turned and its nostrils turned upward, ignoring the provocation of the big black bull.
"Dad, how much does this horse cost?" Mother Chen asked.
"Ten taels of silver." Father Zhu untied the black horse from the cart and smoothed the black horse's mane.
"Where's the ten taels?" Mother Chen felt a little sad. The ten taels of silver were almost as much as she had earned in a year before the family was separated.
"This is an acquaintance. If it were someone else, it would cost more than a tael." Zhu's father explained without hesitation of taking credit.
"Yeah?"
As soon as she heard that it was more than a tael cheaper than others, her mother, Mrs. Chen, was a little happy. She looked at the dark horse beside her and said with satisfaction, "Well, it would be great to have this horse. It will be easy for Xie'er to go to the capital to take the exam." too much."
It would be great to have this horse. It would be much easier for Xie'er to go to the capital to take the exam... It turns out that her mother asked Father Zhu to buy this horse for herself to take the exam in Beijing.
A gust of north wind blew up the dust on the ground and blew it onto Zhu Ping'an. The cold wind in the twelfth lunar month felt like a spring breeze blowing against his face, full of warmth. (To be continued.)
