The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 1080 Posting Spring Festival Couplets at Thirty, Posting to a New Level

Posting couplets is something Wu Yuan is already familiar with.

 However, the content of these couplets written by Song Chunhong are more formal in content, and they mainly highlight the unique cultural level.

 So at first glance, Wu Yuan really couldn’t distinguish the upper and lower lines.

 After all, as a carpenter, my education level is limited.

 Fortunately, it is much better to have the child’s godmother to provide on-site guidance.

 Not only that, Wu Yuan also discovered.

The child’s godmother brought paste to paste the school couplets on, and he was clearly suffering a lot.

Even if I finish pasting my own Spring Festival couplets, it will still be more than enough.

 Seeing this, Wu Yuan knew that Teacher Song was well prepared.

 It’s just not revealed.

 When all the couplets are pasted, it will be just right, no more and no less.

Lin Miaomiao looked regretful and said, "Is there not much? I still want to take it back and stick it on the door of my room."

How can there be so many?

During the guidance process, Song Chunhong made special guidance and arrangements for where to post each couplet.

Like the master bedroom on the first floor, it focuses on the harmony of husband and wife.

 Small building kitchen, specializes in three meals a day and four seasons.

 On the garage door, the main sign is entering and exiting...

 This means that she did not prepare it specially for her family.

 Even fools don’t believe it.

By the time the couplets were posted in Wu’s small building, Song Chunhong found that she couldn’t hide her thoughts.

I immediately pushed into the car and ran around on the pretext of going to school to do some work.

The two children happened to be walking around with the cat and playing with the dog, so they stopped pestering her.

When Yang Luoyan saw this, he pushed his man and said, "Teacher Song goes to school to post Spring Festival couplets. You go and help."

 Good guy, is there ever a time like this when you would send your husband into a tiger’s mouth?

Song Chunhong pushed into the car and left.

Wu Yuan was pushed by his wife again, so he simply followed her.

 After all, the Spring Festival couplets have been pasted, so there is no need to go to the market to buy them today, as the time is free.

If you can help, please help.

Seeing her old uncle leaving, Lin Miaomiao said as if she was worried about the world being in chaos: "Auntie, do you want me to watch them for you?"

Yang Luoyan said inexplicably confidently: "No need, please stop causing trouble."

The conversation changed and he said seriously: "It's you, today is New Year's Eve, until what time do you plan to go back?"

Lin Miaomiao simply said: "I want to leave, but now..."

Yang Luoyan could only say: "Okay, I will drive you back when your uncle comes back from his work."

Lin Miaomiao's little idea succeeded: "This is more or less the same."

 In the village primary school.

 The campus, which has been in use for more than half a year, still looks half-new but not old.

 Song Chunhong did not post it immediately after opening the door.

 Instead, I first found a broom and cleaned every door where couplets needed to be posted.

 At first glance, this kind of dedication is not comparable to that of the eldest brother-in-law Lin Xianxue.

 Wu Yuan wanted to help, but she refused to give in: "You don't need to do this. Just stand by and smoke your cigarette. Just help me look at the heights on both sides later."

With this sweep, the dust flew into the air.

 After all, the holiday has only lasted for half a month, and since we are in a rural area, this is quite normal.

Song Chunhong was afraid that her down jacket would be stained, so she simply took off her clothes to work.

Wu Yuan lit a cigarette without smoking, letting it burn.

In the smoke, it is quite interesting to look at this picture of beautiful women working.

Song Chunhong was already busy working, and knowing that Wu Yuan was staring at her, her body couldn't help but feel hot, but she didn't feel cold at all.

 When the dust was almost swept away, Wu Yuan advised: "Put it on quickly, be careful of catching a cold."

　　I did sweat a little from the dust removal just now. When Song Chunhong put on her down jacket, she saw Wu Yuan holding half a stick of Chinese medicine in his mouth, carrying a bucket in one hand and a brush in the other.

 The brush moves like clouds and flowing water, opening and closing widely.

Seeing Song Chunhong, she couldn't help but feel crazy, until Wu Yuan reminded: "It's almost time."

Just then he came back to his senses and found the corresponding couplet. Under Wu Yuan's reminder, he stood on tiptoes and stuck it to both sides of the door, keeping the same height and sticking it carefully.

　　A busy job.

　　Couplets were posted not only on the school gates but also in teachers’ offices.

And several classrooms, as well as Wang Feng’s canteen, have corresponding Spring Festival couplets posted on them.

It seems that last night, one of the two women stayed up all night making tofu, while the other just wrote Spring Festival couplets.

 After all this work, there are still two bowls of paste left.

Wu Yuan handed it back to Song Chunhong and said, "You can take it back and feed it to pigs or dogs."

Song Chunhong hummed softly.

Farmer's paste is originally made of grain, so there is nothing wrong with feeding it to pigs and dogs.

Just when they were saying goodbye at the door, Song Chunhong said softly: "I wish you a happy New Year in advance."

"Same for you," Wu Yuan said casually, and then added: "What a coincidence, today is a special holiday among Western festivals. So whether you celebrate an Eastern festival or a Western festival, you are all happy."

Song Chunhong’s pretty face turned red instantly.

  She is a self-taught English person, so she naturally knows that today is not only the Chinese New Year's Eve, but also the Western Valentine's Day.

 He actually even knows this...

On the way back, Song Chunhong felt dizzy all the time, as if she was floating in the clouds.

 Happy Valentine's Day.

　　It made her really drifting, and she couldn't even cope with the greetings from passers-by on the road.

As for being able to ride safely to the second ditch without falling into the ditch, it was all driven by the instinct of commuting to get off work every day.

 Back to Wu’s small building.

Watching Yang Luoyan busy preparing tribute dishes for ancestor worship and burning paper, Wu Yuan was about to help.

Lin Miaomiao suddenly jumped out unexpectedly.

 “Why haven’t you left yet?”

Without waiting for Miao Miao to answer, Yang Luoyan took the opportunity to say: "The road is far away. Just drive you and send her back."

However, Wu Yuan was not used to her.

He pointed directly at the garage and said, "Either you ride back by yourself, or I ask Baojun to take you back."

Lin Miaomiao snorted, made a face at Wu Yuan and said, "I knew I wasn't so kind, I already called Baojun over!"

 Sure enough, it took half an hour.

Zhao Baojun came over and took the person away.

 It was noon in a blink of an eye.

Eight tribute dishes and two snacks, a total of ten tributes, Yang Luoyan has prepared them all.

The family is getting better, and even the ancestors are enjoying the blessings.

Before Wu Yuan could express his emotion, this scene was seen by Xiong Gang, who came to burn paper. He took out a cigarette and praised: "My brothers and sisters are really prepared for this."

Wu Yuan felt the same and said authentically: "She is the daughter-in-law of our old Wu family. If she doesn't care, who will?"

Yang Luoyan did not argue, but urged: "The preparations are done here, I will take the children there first, and you can help me drive the car out."

I am going to my father-in-law’s house for a reunion dinner during the Chinese New Year.

Yang Luoyan not only had to take his two children with him, but also brought a lot of food including eels and black fish.

 There is nothing wrong with driving.

 It’s just that her driving skills are good enough to drive on the main road.

 There are still some uncertainties such as passing traffic on a narrow road.

Even though she got hit by a car, it was not a big deal to her.

 But the Chinese New Year is a bit troublesome, isn’t it?

Fortunately, while Wu Yuan was holding a cigarette in his mouth, he drove the Mercedes-Benz smoothly out of the courtyard gate and stopped at the door.

 (End of this chapter)