Gao Yuan said nothing and wrote the couplet according to Cheng Hui's request.
But there were no outsiders in the room, so he suddenly said: "These couplets you wrote are really good and very literary."
Cheng Hui laughed: "I didn't write it. There is an ancient book that teaches how to write couplets. I have read it."
"There are also books like this. My wife is really well-informed and has a good memory." Gao Yuan said.
Cheng Hui laughed.
If Gao Yuan's current appearance were to be seen by his brothers, they would be scared to death.
While Gao Yuan was writing, he turned to look at Cheng Hui. She smiled so beautifully.
Cheng Hui looked at the writing under his hand. He didn't stop at all. He was writing completely blind, but it was still beautiful.
Suddenly, Cheng Hui shouted: "Stop! Change the font, this one is too murderous."
Just thinking about his beautiful handwriting, I forgot who he was.
His calligraphy is as powerful as a frightening dragon, with iron hooks and silver hooks, revealing murderous intent.
Gao Yuan also realized that this was not his usual calligraphy practice. He was writing however he wanted. This was writing Spring Festival couplets. It was not good to have too much murderous intent.
He immediately changed his handwriting.
Not only does his handwriting have his own style, he can also imitate others, and this time he specifically chose a righteous font to write in.
"Hmm, she looks beautiful this time! My husband is awesome!" Cheng Hui praised next to him.
Gao Yuan looked down at her and smiled, his narrow phoenix eyes shining slightly.
"By the way, what were you thinking about before?" he asked.
Cheng Hui knew he was talking about the time in the car.
She paused and said honestly: "I miss you."
Gao Yuan's hand shook and he almost failed to write. Fortunately, writing has been integrated into his bones, and he stopped the pen perfectly with a turn of his wrist.
"Hahaha." Cheng Hui laughed for a while before saying: "To be honest, no kidding, I'm just thinking about you.
"I wonder what your life experience is. I heard others say that your mother is from the capital and escaped from hardship.
"Don't you want to go to your maternal grandfather's house? Or your biological father's house? Do you know any news about them?" Cheng Hui asked.
Gao Yuan lowered his head and continued writing. It turned out to be this, and it was right. She should be curious about him.
If you are not even curious about his life experience, then you don't have him in your heart. on the contrary......
Gao Yuan's words are flying like dragons and phoenixes. The faster he writes, the more beautiful he becomes.
"I know who they are and where they are. My mother told me before she died." Gao Yuan said, "But I don't want to go find them."
"Why?" Cheng Hui asked pretendingly.
In fact, she knew why in her previous life.
When Gao Yuan's mother ran away from home, she didn't know she was pregnant. She was just pregnant, so her husband's family didn't know she was pregnant.
As a result, her mother encountered kidnappers, rebels, and bad guys successively. After several tortures and escapes, she finally came to Gaojiatun, married Gao Laosan with a pregnant belly, and finally had a stable place to live.
If the child hadn't been born very similar to her husband, she wouldn't even be sure that the child was her husband's...
Women in troubled times are miserable.
Now that there is no DNA technology and his mother is dead, how can he prove that he is the child of two wealthy families?
He was just asking for trouble when he came to the house to recognize his relatives. He never thought about recognizing these two relatives.
He's asked around, and they're all not bad...
It was just his mother's last wish. She hoped that he would go back and visit her parents. If possible, he would fulfill his filial piety for her. If not, forget it.
However, Gao Yuan still couldn't open his mouth to explain these words to Cheng Hui because he was afraid of scaring her.
"This is more complicated to say. I'll tell you when I come back next time." Gao Yuan said.
"Okay, let's talk about it whenever you want." Cheng Hui said considerately.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Cheng Hui continued to work. He had to brush the photosensitive adhesive before dark because it needed sunlight.
Fortunately, this thing is fast. Three or four strokes of a gauze are enough.
"Brush, brush, brush", before the more than 30 long gauze was finished, Gao Yuan's 10 words were finished.
"Practice on the red paper again, and you will write on the hard plastic later. The size should be the same as the red paper." Cheng Hui said.
Gao Yuan nodded without asking why.
By the time Cheng Hui finished brushing all the screens and took them out to bask in the sun, Gao Yuan had already written on a pile of red paper.
In addition to a few people in charge of production who were still busy in the workshop, Guo Dajun, Wang Hui, and Li Yan had nothing to do, so they came to watch the fun.
"I didn't expect the word Xiaoyuan to be written so well!" Guo Dajun said: "The more work you do, the more happiness you will get, and the harvest will be abundant and sweet every year. I want this!"
"I have been diligently cultivating for many years and have a good harvest, and I have been diligent and thrifty for more than a decade. I want this." The old gangster said.
"The east wind turns rain into mountains and green mountains, and the policy is focused on spring everywhere. I want this."
Everyone picked.
The Spring Festival couplets Cheng Hui selected from his mind are all very characteristic of the era.
Words that are like making money and attracting wealth are not acceptable and are not recommended.
Everyone is working on a dead wage, and if they want to make a lot of money, they have to go through crooked ways.
It is enough for each person to choose a few couplets. A family needs to post Spring Festival couplets on up to two doors. Those who choose more than one are intended to be given away.
Guo Dajun looked at Gao Yuan who was writing furiously and asked Cheng Hui: "Let him write alone?" He couldn't write so much red paper in his lifetime, right?
"I'm making a printing plate, aren't I? When we do manual printing, one person can make thousands or ten thousand sheets a day. This little red paper is not enough for two days." Cheng Hui calculated the calculation: "No, I still have to do it. I have to buy some more red paper.”
"Don't, don't, don't. It's too late to buy them when these are used up. There are many large and small paper mills in the provincial capital, and there is plenty of red paper." Guo Dajun said.
One person uses thousands of pieces of red paper a day? Humanoid machine? He looked at the "window frames" outside and couldn't think of anything.
Cheng Hui didn't explain to them, and asked everyone to wait next door to make space for Gao Yuan, who was about to start writing on the plastic paper.
Gao Yuan is used to writing beautifully on any medium, so the plastic board does not affect his performance at all.
After finishing the 10 Spring Festival couplets, I started writing the word "福" in various fonts and sizes.
The sales volume of "Fu" characters is greater than that of Spring Festival couplets.
Nowadays, not every family can afford to buy Spring Festival couplets or hire someone to write them for free. Some people are reluctant to pay a few cents on red paper.
But you have to buy a few small fortune cards to add joy and make it look like a Chinese New Year.
Two hours later, as the sun had just set, more than 30 screen versions were ready.
Cheng Hui finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Everyone, watch out, I'm going to start showing off!" Cheng Hui said with a smile in the staff lounge.
Everyone immediately clapped and cheered, although they didn't know what they were cheering for.
The dining table is not as long as the Spring Festival couplets, so Cheng Hui displayed the screen version of the Chinese character "福".
Press the red paper, put the square screen on it, pour in the ink, scrape it with a scraper, and you're done in a few seconds.
The screen version was raised, and everyone's applause stopped abruptly.
Ten beautiful little blessing characters are neatly arranged, and they look as good as printed by a machine.
"Take it away," Cheng Hui said.
No one understood what was being taken away.
Gao Yuan stepped forward and took away the printed piece of red paper.
Cheng Hui put down the screen version and swiped it again, and there was another page full of blessing characters.
Everyone kept applauding, stunned.
To be honest, this speed is much faster than the current garbage printing press!
Even decades later, screen printing has not been eliminated. Part of the reason is that after skilled operation, it is faster than machine printing!
Now this is an inappropriate table and a waste of time.
If there are long tables arranged in a row, one or two people can carry the screen and move it.
The speed is "shushing", printing 10 editions in one minute, 600 editions in one hour, and more than 14,000 editions in 24 hours.
Of course, this is theoretical. Cheng Hui gave them 4,000 pieces of red paper. If they kept working 24 hours a day, the 100,000 pieces of red paper would be used up in a day or two.
She said 20,000 a day because she was modest, fearing that if she told the truth all of a sudden, Fan Guangyao would be frightened and he would not dare to come to her to beg for food.
