Chapter 232 Killing Matt
Because he has to leave for the exam in a few days, Zhu Pingan has been writing couplets at home these days besides reading. Couplets are used at home during the Chinese New Year, and they are expected to be used in the old house this year. You have to write it yourself, and the eldest brother’s future sister-in-law’s family will probably want to write it himself. In addition, the eldest brother also needs to use couplets when he gets married, so Zhu Pingan has been writing couplets at home these days.
Couplets to welcome the New Year:
“The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and the red plum blossoms welcome the New Year.”
“A harmonious family, a happy family, peace and spring all year round. .”
"Everything will be prosperous if your home brings good fortune, and everything will be prosperous if your door welcomes wealth and honor."
Writing with interest, Zhu Ping'an also wrote his name in the Spring Festival couplets in a playful way:
"Guo Prosperous family, prosperous country May you be safe, old and young, safe and sound, young and old.”
Of course, there are also couplets that need to be posted when the eldest brother gets married:
“Twin hearts are bound by a century of love, and a thousand-mile marriage is tied by a thread.”
"The auspicious clouds surround the jade, the phoenix and the phoenix join the Qin and Jin Dynasties, and the purple air rises to celebrate the orioles and the swallows compose new songs together."
While writing a wedding couplet for my eldest brother, my mother, Ms. Chen, came over with a sewing basket and a pile of coats. Zhu Pingan checked his body, then cut it twice with scissors, and then sat aside to make new clothes for Zhu Pingan.
"Mom, you have made me two new sets of clothes, which are enough to wear." Zhu Pingan put down the brush, feeling sorry for his mother Chen, who had been making clothes for him for days, and the dark circles appeared under his eyes.
"What do you know? You are going to be at the feet of the emperor. How can you make it without a few new sets of clothes? You can't be looked down upon."
My mother, Mrs. Chen, was threading her needle in front of the sun. While telling Zhu Ping'an some things to pay attention to when going out.
"Mom, let me thread the needle."
Seeing that his mother Chen failed to thread the needle after several attempts, Zhu Pingan put the brush on the inkstone, took the needle and thread from Chen's hand, and pointed it at There was sunshine outside the door, so he put it on immediately and then handed it to Mrs. Chen.
Ms. Chen took the needle and thread and was very satisfied. She started sewing under the warm sunshine. After doing it for a while, Mrs. Chen would put the needle on her hair and rub it twice before continuing. Do needlework. Under the sun, the clothes' stitching is neat and fine, like fish scales, ensuring that the clothes are durable and strong.
The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer.
“Xie’er, what are you writing?”
When Mrs. Chen was making a large prototype of the clothes, she saw Zhu Ping'an still writing couplets and asked.
"I'm writing couplets. These are for my eldest brother when he gets married." Zhu Pingan replied.
Hearing this, Mrs. Chen became interested and said to Zhu Ping'an:
"Well, what about a pig? Write a couplet on your eldest brother's wedding room and marry his wife. Don’t forget mother.”
Uh
Ginger is still spicy.
My mother gave orders, so Zhu Ping'an naturally had to obey. After thinking for a while, he wrote a couplet:
"Don't forget your mother when you marry your wife, and you will be happy forever."
After listening to Zhu Pingan read the couplet, his mother Chen was very satisfied and asked Zhu Pingan to make a small mark on the couplet with a brush. When the time came, she would let people hang the couplet on the eldest brother Zhu Pingan. On the door of Pingchuan's wedding room.
Looking at Mrs. Chen’s serious look, Zhu Ping’an couldn’t help but want to say: My mother is mighty.
"When you get married, you will have to put up a couplet like this." After watching Zhu Pingan mark the couplet, Mrs. Chen gave Zhu Pingan another instruction.
"Son, I'll post a few more when the time comes." Zhu Ping'an said with a cowardly smile.
Ms. Chen, the mother, was amused by Zhu Pingan's dog-legged appearance. She stretched out her finger and tapped Zhu Pingan on the head, and said with a smile: "I have been sweet-mouthed since I was a child, but I haven't been able to get into shape since I was shot."
Zhu Pingan smiled naively.
"It seems that I have to find you a wife to take care of you, so that you won't have a proper appearance all day long." Mrs. Chen saw this and said with a smile.
"Then you have to find a beautiful one for your son."
Zhu Ping'an thought Chen was joking, so he said with a smile without taking it seriously.
"Okay, let me find you a beautiful fairy-like wife." Mrs. Chen thought of Li Shu in Shanghe Village. Isn't that little girl as beautiful as a fairy? So she said with a smile.
Fairy-like?
Isn’t that a joke? Zhu Pingan didn’t take it seriously.
In the evening, Zhu's father drove his ox cart home from Kaoshan Town. Far away, he heard the bells on the necks of the big black oxen. As soon as his mother Chen heard the bells, she put down her sewing work. He walked out for a while.
"Dad, did you buy it back?"
My mother, Mrs. Chen, asked outside the door before she could reach it.
What did my mother want my father to buy? She takes it so seriously. You must know that even if mother searched for Zhu's father's money to drive the car, she only waited until Zhu's father came in. Now, before Zhu's father came in, mother Chen walked out.
Zhu Pingan was a little curious.
"Bought it back."
Zhu's father's voice sounded from outside the door, with a sense of asking for credit.
The big black cow rang the bell very loudly. In the past, the big black cow never rang the bell so happily when he arrived at the door of the house. Everything revealed something different from usual.
唴咴崴
A horse neighed suddenly from outside the door.
Could it be that someone is coming?
Zhu Ping'an curiously walked out of the gate, and then saw Zhu's father talking to his mother Chen at the door. There was a black horse tied to the side of the ox cart. Well, maybe it can't be described as a horse. , compared with the legendary Lu, Red Rabbit and other good horses, this guy has a complete sense of déjà vu among the horses.
The dark horse is about 1.2 or 1.3 meters tall, not tall at all. He has black hair and a very long mane, and he doesn’t look very handsome. A bunch of hair fell off the horse’s head and was parted to the side, covering half of his eyes. He looked like a non-mainstream killer, short and The setback is completely the result of the horses hanging on the wire.
The big black bull was a little unfriendly to the black horse, and kept shaking the bell around its neck as a demonstration.
The black horse with hanging silk is still a little arrogant. The horse's head turned and its nostrils turned upward, ignoring the provocation of the big black bull.
"Dad, how much does this horse cost?" Mother Chen asked.
“Ten taels of silver.” Zhu’s father untied the black horse from the cart and smoothed the black horse’s mane.
“Where are the ten taels?” Mother Chen felt a little sad. The ten taels of silver were almost as much as she had made in a year before the family was separated.
"This is an acquaintance. If it were someone else, it would cost more than a tael." Zhu's father explained without hesitation of taking credit.
“Really?”
As soon as she heard that it was more than one tael cheaper than others, her mother, Mrs. Chen, was a little happy. She looked at the dark horse beside her and said with satisfaction, "Well, it would be great to have this horse. It will be easy for Xie'er to go to the capital to take the exam." "More."
It would be nice to have this horse. It will be much easier for Xie'er to go to the capital to take the exam. It turns out that her mother asked Father Zhu to buy this horse for herself to take the exam in Beijing.
A gust of north wind blew up the dust on the ground and blew it onto Zhu Pingan. The wind in the cold winter felt like a spring breeze blowing on his face, full of warmth. (End of this chapter)