Chapter 123 Writing Spring Festival Couplets
Shuiqing was also making tofu dumplings.
There was a stone mill and a donkey-pulled mill at home, so it was not tiring and convenient to make, so she made more soy products.
In addition to tofu dumplings, she also fried radish dumplings and lotus root dumplings.
One by one, they were fried golden and fragrant with batter, and laid flat on a bamboo plate to cool, and saved for the New Year and the first month of the year.
Fan He brought Fan Hu to steal one from time to time.
"If big brother knew there were these delicious foods, he would definitely be reluctant to go back." Fan Hu said quietly with his cheeks full of food.
Two days ago, Uncle Bai sent someone to pick up big brother to go home for the New Year.
Fan He said indifferently: "The Bai family is big and powerful. Big brother, what do you want to eat? There must be a lot of delicious food."
Fan Hu thought so too.
However, he still thought that the food made by A Niang was the most delicious!
He was unwilling to exchange it for anything delicious.
The two were like little hamsters. Not only did they come to eat secretly, but they also took it away secretly.
Took it back to Ling Ran, Yan Qiuxing and others to eat.
Shuiqing chose to turn a blind eye to the two people's behavior.
Now there is enough food, unlike when she first came here when she was hungry and cold, and it was just a little food, and there was no waste, so there was no need to blame.
The house was full of various delicious foods, and the atmosphere of the New Year became stronger.
On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the sanitation was cleaned, the sheets and quilt covers were all washed, dried and replaced, snacks and cakes were stocked, food for the New Year was prepared, and rice wine was closed until the third day of the New Year.
The man was responsible for killing chickens and ducks, and Shuiqing took Yan Qiuxing back to make food that took a long time to prepare.
On the 29th, they ate a little to fill their stomachs, and the family made every effort to prepare for the New Year's dinner on the second day.
The next day.
As soon as the sky got light, the sound of bang bang bang came from Shanshui Village.
It sounded like the sound of firecrackers.
Of course, it was impossible to buy firecrackers, and no family in the village was willing to spend that money.
This was the sound of burning bamboo.
The same was true for Shuiqing's family.
Fan Jin got up early and started a fire. The bamboo was cut yesterday and placed on the brazier.
After a while, the Shanshui branch village also heard bangs.
Yan Qiuxing was so scared that he covered his ears.
Jianghehu and the other two jumped up and down in excitement.
Ling Ran looked at a little girl who covered her ears, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose.
Shuiqing was busy preparing food in the kitchen.
The braised food was braised yesterday and kept in the marinade to taste. It was heated before eating and cut into a plate and served on the table;
The old hen was stewed in a large iron pot in the morning and then put into a casserole, and then transferred to the charcoal fire to simmer.
Dry pot duck, boiled rabbit, braised pork, clear soup fish head... one by one, they were all transferred to the charcoal fire and stewed on a low fire.
The kitchen was steaming.
After the cannons were set off in the yard, the fire in the brazier was not wasted. It was moved to the corner of the dining room to add warmth to the cold house.
Fan Jin moved a long table out and placed it in the yard. He also took out paper, inkstone, and brushes, and led the six children to write Spring Festival couplets.
"Yan Qiu, you write the Spring Festival couplets for your house." Fan Jin said with a smile and a warm voice.
After practicing calligraphy every day for more than three months, Yan Qiu's calligraphy cannot be compared with that of a calligrapher, but it is beautiful and beautiful.
It is more than enough to write the couplets for her own house.
Yan Qiu suspended her wrist, calmed her mind, and finished writing carefully.
Then she looked up and looked at her father, waiting for his comments.
"Peaceful, simple, and natural, it's already very good." Ling Ran, who was tall and tall, lowered his eyebrows and commented in a low voice.
Yan Qiu heard this obviously high evaluation, and her smile was as bright as the morning sun.
She knew that her calligraphy was not as good as Ling Ran said, but she was always happy to be praised.
Fan Jin looked at Ling Ran, slightly surprised.
Judging from the words used by Ling Ran in his comments, his calligraphy skills must be good, but how good is he?
He wanted to test it, but it was too obvious.
He turned to Fan Jiang beside him and said, "Da Jiang, why don't you try writing about the pigpen?"
Fan Jiang was puzzled, "Dad, why did I write about the pigpen?"
"Your handwriting is ugly, and I'm afraid that if you write it and hang it in front of your door, it will affect your mood for the whole year." Fan Jin pursed his lips and chose to tell the truth.
Fan Jiang: ... Dad, sometimes you don't need to be so honest.
Really.
He also wants to save face, okay!
Fan Jin felt that he had hurt his son's heart, so he made amends: "Why don't you write about the pigpen first, and if it looks good, then write about your house?"
Fan Jiang took a deep breath and stumbled to write: Eat more, sleep more, grow fat, and have essence, fat and taste!
Fan Jin looked at the crooked brush calligraphy and fell silent.
The people around him were also silent.
Fan Jiang stared at the caterpillar on the red paper and felt that face was not so important sometimes.
Fan Jin coughed, "Actually, as long as you don't care, it's okay. Don't worry too much about other people's opinions."
The implication was that it was ugly.
Fan He comforted his elder brother: "Brother, don't mind it!
It's hanging on your own door anyway, it's not someone else who's ugly, as long as you don't mind it."
Fan Jiang wanted to cry but had no tears.
He mind!
Such ugly words, it's fine if only his family knows about it, but if it's posted on the door, everyone who sees it will know that he wrote it?
"I, I don't want it! Dad, you should write the couplet for me at the door of my room!"
He wants something nice, the best looking!
Fan Jin agreed.
The remaining children wrote one by one.
Even the youngest Fan Hu's handwriting is better than Fan Jiang's.
Fan Jiang was even more determined to have a pair of couplets with the most beautiful font!
Finally, Fan Jin looked at Ling Ran and asked warmly: "Do you want to write one too?"
Ling Ran instinctively wanted to refuse.
The five little ones below quickly persuaded: "Brother Ling, you want to try too?"
"It's okay to be ugly. Anyway, I have a big brother to protect me."
"Hmph! Maybe Brother Ling's is uglier than mine?"
"Forget it, brother, look at your handwriting. Anyone who can write should be as good as yours!"
"Brother Ling, I'm a little curious about your handwriting. Write it down. I promise I won't laugh at you."
As he spoke, he handed the ink-stained brush to his hand.
Ling Ran helplessly curled his lips into a smile and finished writing in one go.
The pen moves like a wandering dragon, with great momentum.
The amazement in Fan Jin's eyes could not be concealed. He couldn't help but praise sincerely: "Vigorous and powerful! Good words!"
Fan Jiang couldn't tell how good it was. He looked up at his father and asked blankly: "How good is it? Is it better than what you wrote, dad?"
If dad can get the job of copying books, the handwriting must be beautiful.
Brother Ling is only fifteen years old, can his handwriting be as good as his father's?
"Yes, it's much prettier than dad's!" Fan Jin commented bluntly and unabashedly.
The five little ones opened their mouths slightly.
The eyes he looked at Ling Ran were filled with admiration.
"Ling Ran, I don't have to go to Fucheng to transport rice wine these days. I will do the work of feeding the animals. Would you like to teach a few younger brothers and sisters how to write?" Fan Jin asked for advice.
When he met a pair of bright eyes next to him, his heart was beating wildly. Ling Ran hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and responded: "...Okay."