Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

"This is good, this is good, give it to me!"

From a distance, Lao Liao, who was carrying a bag of steamed buns, heard it, and hurried over, threw the steamed buns on the table, grabbed a corner of the Spring Festival couplet, squinted at Kong Aichun, and looked at him with vigilance.

Kong Aichun was helpless.

"No one is competing with you, Xiao Su can write it, okay?"

Lao Liao snorted: "That's different, this is the first pair!"

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"Do you think it's the first pair? And the first pair." Kong Aichun couldn't bear to watch.

Su Chen reminded Lao Liao: "Uncle Liao, wait until the ink is dry before rolling it up."

"Hey, hey, I'll blow it, blow it~"

"There's also a banner, don't forget it."

Su Chen waved his pen: "Take it!"

"Hehehe," Lao Liao looked satisfied, his face almost close to the Spring Festival couplets, blowing constantly, and finally looked at A Biao in disdain: "A Biao, you light a fire, don't you see it's so cold? Let us roast it too!"

A Biao was convinced: "Uncle Liao, can't you do it yourself?"

"Don't you see I'm holding the Spring Festival couplets, how can I have time?" Lao Liao said confidently.

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of firecrackers suddenly rang out in front.

Everyone looked up.

Aunt Li smiled: "Lao Chai's shop is being renovated, it will be ready in a while."

Su Chen nodded, retracted his gaze, picked up the pen and wrote a few big words.

"The heavenly dog ​​descended to the earth and passed the exam in spring, and the God of Wealth stopped at the door of joy."

As soon as Kong Aichun saw the God of Wealth, she immediately protected him.

"This one is mine, don't snatch it from me!"

Old Liao swallowed his saliva and wanted to speak, but when he looked at the one in his hand, he struggled again.

Su Chen let them snatch it and wrote several more in a row. Seeing that the ink was gone, he stopped to grind the ink and asked A Biao and the others: "Have you bought the door gods?"

"Door gods?" A Biao scratched his head, "It seems that we don't have the tradition of posting door gods in Cuicheng?"

"Why not?" Aunt Li disagreed, "It's only in recent years that it's gone. It used to be there, not those years...what, it's gone!"

As she said that, her eyes lit up and she looked at Su Chen: "Xiao Su, why are you asking this?"

"Anyway, the Spring Festival couplets have been written, so why not draw the door gods as well to protect the family."

"Let alone the wandering ghosts, at least they can't get into the house."

When he said this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Old Liao was the first to urge: "Then Xiao Su, stop talking, hurry up and draw."

A Kui asked about the size of the red paper needed for the door gods.

Su Chen said something, and she and Aunt Li immediately started folding and cutting again.

Hearing that there were free Spring Festival couplets here, many passers-by also gathered around.

Lao Liao was anxious: "Hey, hey, hey, make way, make way, Xiao Su wrote for us, not you, and there are still people here who haven't taken it."

He said, and then he raised his voice: "Lao Zhang, Lao Chai, Lao An, come quickly, if you don't come, your Spring Festival couplets will be snatched away!"

Su Chen smiled and shook his head, looking at Kong Aichun next to him: "Aunt Chun, you should calculate how much our neighbors want, and we will give away the remaining ones."

He handed one of the couplets to Lao Yu: "Uncle Yu, Happy New Year!"

"Hey, hey, happy New Year!"

Lao Yu left with satisfaction, and was stopped on the road.

"Old Yu, you put up Spring Festival couplets in your shabby toilet?"

Old Yu glared at the man fiercely: "I love to put up Spring Festival couplets, it's none of your business!"

Not only did he want to put up Spring Festival couplets, he also wanted to buy beautiful flowers, Zi Gu loved flowers the most.

More and more people were watching, some liked Su Chen's big characters, and some liked Wang Haitao's neat characters. Seeing Su Chen stop grinding ink, someone soon came forward to help attentively.

The two of them devoted themselves to it, one hour... two hours...

A Kui was helpless: "A Biao, go get some more red paper, it's gone!"

"Hey hey hey, I'll go right away."

Old Liao got angry and waited for a long time. Before Su Chen could draw the door gods, he couldn't help but urged him.

"Uncle Liao, do you have work to do at home?"

Kong Aichun was annoyed: "His son and daughter-in-law are lazy, I guess the house hasn't been cleaned yet."

Old Liao hurriedly explained: "I swept it, I swept it last night."

It's just... too anxious and too rushed, not thorough, maybe not very clean.

"Xiao Su, please help me draw the door gods. I still have to bathe my grandson and wash clothes. I also have to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner later. We usually eat the New Year's Eve dinner at three or four o'clock."

Su Chen smiled, wrote a couplet, and changed the red paper for the door gods: "I'll draw it now."

Old Liao jumped up all of a sudden.

"Oh, look, Xiao Su is still easy to talk to!"

Kong Aichun rolled his eyes: "How many dishes are there for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"It must be ten, perfect!"

"Ten steamed buns?"

"Hey!" Old Liao was indignant, "I can make more than just steamed buns, okay?"

He finally remembered and pointed to a bag of steamed buns he had put down before: "Xiao Su, Xiao Wang, these steamed buns are newly made by me. I added brown sugar, so sweet, remember to try them!"

"Well, eat them when you are tired and rest later, thank you Uncle Liao."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Taking the door gods, Old Liao immediately approached the fire and started to bake them carefully.

After drying, he held the Spring Festival couplets and door gods and waved to everyone: "Everyone, I'm leaving first, happy new year and good luck!"

This time, not only the stall owners he knew, but also the onlookers responded.

Another hour later, Wang Haitao couldn't hold it anymore. He rubbed his wrist, ate the steamed bun, and looked at Su Chen sadly: "Don't your hands hurt?"

"Not bad," Su Chen glanced at him, but he didn't stop writing. He finished writing another couplet, but it was snatched away by someone. Kong Aichun immediately handed him a new piece of red paper, "Did you forget to come to my house for the New Year's Eve dinner? Come home with me later."

Wang Haitao scratched his ears: "What a joke, how could I forget this?"

Akui shouted again: "Abiao, the red paper is gone again!"

In this way, Abiao took the red paper four times. Su Chen and Wang Haitao continued until two o'clock in the afternoon. Abiao waved his hand: "I don't want to write couplets anymore, there are no more, everyone go away!"

Someone pointed at the remaining red paper: "Isn't there still paper?"

"This is for our neighbors."

"The master has been writing for a long time, everyone please understand."

Most people left with understanding, and a few people were full of resentment: "You should have said it earlier, making me wait so long!"

Abiao was so angry that he almost rushed up to arrest people, but was stopped by Akui.

"It's New Year's Day, why are you arguing with others?"

"I'll go in and help my mother prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, you clean up here."

A Biao finally endured it.

Kong Aichun and Aunt Li looked at each other and laughed together.

"It's true that there is always a counter to another~"

A Biao didn't blush, but he still coughed lightly.

Painting door gods is really not something Wang Haitao can do.

With just a few strokes of Su Chen, Shen Tu and Yu Lei came to life on the paper.

Kong Aichun asked Su Chen in a low voice: "Xiao Su, the door gods are drawn here, right?"

Su Chen: "..."

"No."

"How do they protect the house?"

"They will appear when they sense danger."

"Oh, I see. I thought the door gods could be as many as Sun Wukong."

Wang Haitao held his forehead: "Aunt Chun, you are really bold!"

"Sun Wukong is a fabricated thing. If there is such a powerful person in the world, wouldn't it be a mess? Right, Master Su?"

"Master Su?"

Wang Haitao looked at Su Chen carefully.

The latter had stopped writing at some point, his pupils shrank slightly, and he seemed to be thinking about something.