The night before, I was drunk with my comrades in Xiqianyuan, but Guifang came over and called Xiaohe and Xiaoshu went to carry him back.

Xiaohe was secretly happy in his heart, and he finally didn't have to stand firm tomorrow morning.

After only two days of standing, Xiaohe was about to die of ecstasy and regretted telling his elder brother about applying for the military academy.

Who would have thought that the next day, the wax fish was 28, and early in the morning, before dawn, Zhang Lang shouted the river, the little tree, and the big girl again.

Zhang Lang is a god or a magic power after all. He can't do anything else, so it's okay to quench his wine.

That is, he is unwilling to cheat in front of his comrades, otherwise Zhang Lang could have been able to drink thousands of cups without getting drunk.

After being carried back, Zhang Lang calmed down with the help of Tang Feifei, and did not delay the things the two of them loved to do. How could he delay the next day's morning exercise?

"Stand up! Is this how I taught you?" Zhang Lang's roar floated in the courtyard.

When Zhang's mother, who was getting up early, she just smiled knowingly. It was a good thing that the eldest son was teaching his younger son to practice martial arts.

She didn't go to the front yard, and she couldn't help feeling distressed when she saw it.

When she was a child, she saw her brother practicing martial arts. If she didn't do a right move, her father would use a stick to get it!

The view of rural people is that they will not become successful without fighting.

"Uh, uh!"

I don’t know what’s going on, but Zhang’s mother is a little disgusted recently.

She didn't take it to heart, thinking that the food she ate during the Chinese New Year was too greasy and she laughed at herself for not having a life of happiness.

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On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, steamed buns and flowers are added.

The so-called applique flowers are to post New Year pictures, Spring Festival couplets, blessing characters, and window flowers.

After breakfast, Zhang Lang ordered his two younger brothers, "Go! Move a table over! Take the brush and inkstone over!"

"Brother! Do you want to write couplets?"

"Well! Let you see the word "Brother" and don't look at the word "Brother is not educated!"

"Good!"

When the elder brother heard that he wanted to write couplets, the three siblings were inspiration. The two brothers ran to the room to move the table, while the elder sister ran to the elder brother's study to get a brush and inkstone.

Tang Feifei also made fun of it, ran over to take the red paper I bought yesterday, and cut the long strips with her mother-in-law according to the specifications.

After getting all the things started, Zhang Lang started grinding, thinking about what to write while grinding.

"Brother! Let's write about the one on the door first!" Xiaohe helped the brother lay the red paper.

"Okay! Just write this."

Zhang Lang was filled with ink and began to write.

A great time for a hundred years

The eternal world is coming to a new world

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The Gang of Four was crushed, reformed and opened up, and now the country is the time for everything to be renewed.

I saw Zhang Lang's calligraphy, with a majestic brushstroke. The pen was like an iron painted silver hook, with both hardness and softness, and like a flowing cloud and flowing water.

"Okay! That's great!" Xiaohe clapped his hands and applauded Zhang Lang's words.

Zhang Lang's calligraphy was written by his master since childhood. Usually, people only see Zhang Lang's kung fu learning, but they don't know that Zhang Lang has learned a lot of traditional culture with Taoist Master Qingyuan.

"Brother! This is from the second door." Xiaoshu took away the written couplet, and Xiaohe then changed it to a pair of red paper.

"Um!"

Zhang Lang nodded and signaled that he knew.

More work and more happiness for everyone

Good harvest sweet every year

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"Brother, this is on the wall of the door!"

People are safe and prosperous

Good weather and rain

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"This is on the main entrance of the main hall."

Harvest harvest in a good year

I have been thrifty for more than a year

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Zhang Lang wrote more than a dozen couplets in a row.

These couplets have distinct characteristics of the times. Nowadays, the couplets written by Zhang Lang are naturally closely linked to the times.

The couplets that were ten years ago were different.

The most widely circulated couplet is, "Listen to the ** and follow the **."

There are other things like:

Don’t forget to dig wells when drinking water, and you will be able to turn over;

The cafeteria cooks thousands of meals, and the commune warms the hearts of thousands of people;

They all have very distinct characteristics of the times.

Less gossip, Zhang Lang discovered the big shortcomings of the yard for the first time, and there were too many couplets to write.

The street door is opposite, the house door is opposite, the short spring strip, and the big spring strip is the key is that the door is opposite, and there are 81 rooms in the yard with three entrances and two spans. This is the eighty-one couplet.

That's not all. Zhang Lang wrote a pair at home, but he didn't know who came out.

First, they were close to each other and came to Zhang Lang to write. The villagers in the village were calling each other, and Zhang Lang was embarrassed to refuse, so he wrote it.

Now that we were poking the hornet's nest, everyone came to him to write when they saw Zhang Lang's pair.

Some of them even had already written a pair of papers and came to Zhang Lang to write.

They are all from the same village, and they are almost the same as the distance. They are not allowed to write to anyone or not.

Only write them all.

Yesterday he counted the money and counted his hand cramps, but today he wrote the pair and his hand cramps.

I kept writing until three or four o'clock in the afternoon to send everyone away.

Zhang Lang and Tang Feifei rubbed their sore hands and kept swearing that they would never write again next year.

These are the two families of Zhang and Dong, and there will be nine surnames next year. If you write this, even the gods will not be able to stand it.

At first, Zhang Lang wrote, but later, when Tang Feifei saw that Zhang Lang was too busy, she took the initiative to help write.

As a result, I got trapped myself.

When everyone saw that the little aunt wrote very well, and she was more elegant than Uncle Wolf, and the ones ranked behind all went to Tang Feifei to write.

Zhang Lang did nothing to interfere in the couplets, and the two brothers Xiaohe and Xiaoshu were dealt with.

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"Wolf cub! Do you eat steamed buns that have just been out of the pot?" Zhang asked, holding the steamed buns that have just been out of the pot.

According to the rules of the Northeast, these steamed buns that have just been cooked cannot be eaten first, and they must be worshipped first.

The reason why Zhang's mother gave Zhang Lang first was because she always believed in her heart that her son was the reincarnation of a god.

My son is a god, so naturally he has to eat the steamed buns that have just been cooked.

As for the rumor that Zhang Lang was not a god, the gods showed their spirits and replaced the statues.

Zhang's mother didn't believe it at all. She changed it to her own son. She had her own statement that the statue of God would not be replaced early or late, but her son would only change it when she came back.

It must be that my son has not yet achieved his merits and does not want to make a statement.

Don't say this, you're infinitely close to the facts.

Zhang Lang wrote a pair for a day and was too hungry. He reached out to get the steamed buns, but his fingers were sore and he didn't pick them up for a long time.

"Mom, I'm not hungry! I won't eat it now, let's eat it together tonight!" Zhang Lang was angry and simply stopped eating.

"Oh! OK, I'll put that first, you want to eat it and take it yourself!" Zhang's mother put down the steamed buns and left again.

She is also busy steaming rice cakes and sticking bean bread.

This is what is sung in the song, making cakes and steaming buns.

Of course, in some places, there are twenty-eight handfuls of noodles and twenty-nine steamed buns.

The customs of different places are different. The northeast is 28 steamed buns, and 29 oil is used, which means making fried goods.
Chapter completed!