Chapter 33 33: What happened?
There is no doubt about the importance and role of the soul.
The reason why Chen Jin can write characters into characters and thoughts into swords is mainly due to having a powerful soul;
The same principle applies to facing ghosts and gods, dimensionality reduction attacks, and being wiped out in a snap.
But it is precisely because the soul is too powerful that the current physical strength cannot match it, so every time it is used, one must be careful.
Otherwise, there is a risk of going crazy.
He has been thinking about solving this problem.
Now I have obtained this Kuixing Wenhuo Lamp, and after refining it into a magic weapon, it can provide effective help.
However, refining a magic weapon is not an easy task and requires the collection of a lot of materials.
Chen Jin's eyes flashed, and he took out the Four Treasures of the Study, picked up the brush, and started sketching on the blank paper.
……
Time flies, and as the new year approaches, the weather is getting colder day by day, and the winter rain is continuous. Once it starts, it will never end.
It looks like it's going to snow.
During this period, Chen Jin lived a very fulfilling life: daily homework, refining Qi, reading and writing, practicing swordsmanship...
Especially for "Sword Manual on the Mountain".
This sword art is extensive and profound. It was a gift from the master and contains great mysteries.
Chen Jin regarded it as a magical offensive power that he had studied all his life.
"I'll see the green mountains in nine days."
Nowadays, it is the ninth cold weather.
Practicing swordsmanship in the mountains in the middle of winter, stepping on mud and falling leaves, encountering cold currents and icy springs, and seeing grass growing on bluestones...
Withering and decay, new life and prosperity, in the process of alternation between the old and the new, a contradictory and harmonious scene is formed.
By contemplating it, you can get a response and gain enlightenment.
……
This morning, the weather rarely cleared up.
Chen Jin put the book on his back and went to his uncle Chen Abu's house.
"Ajin, you are here."
Chen Abu welcomed him in with a smile on his face.
But in the small courtyard, two wooden tables had been set up and put together to form a long table.
There is a roll of red paper neatly placed on the table.
Chen Jin came here to write a couplet to his uncle.
The New Year is just around the corner.
In the Qian Dynasty, the Spring Festival was the most important festival, which was very grand and included many folk activities: sweeping dust, staying up late on the New Year's Eve, pasting Spring Festival couplets, exchanging peach charms, worshiping the Kitchen God, etc.
Since his nephew was a scholar, Chen Jin was basically the one to write the couplets at Chen Abu's house.
This year is no exception.
In fact, during the Chinese New Year in the past, scholars would also help other villagers write couplets and receive a certain amount of remuneration.
It's like making a living, which can help support the family.
Don’t underestimate this business. You can earn ten or eight cents from a pair of poems, excluding the cost of writing and ink. The more you write, the more you can earn.
This was a rare extra income for the scholars at that time.
Of course, he was not the only scholar in the village, there were others, such as old school teachers Chen Mingcheng, Chen Liang and others.
Therefore, during the year, there were only about ten households who asked scholars to write couplets, and they were considered old customers.
Today is different from the past. Chen Jin doesn't care about that little money.
Chen Abu also knew that his nephew was now rich and no longer had to make money by writing couplets for others. He hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously: "Ajin, will you still write couplets for others this year?"
Chen Jin replied: "Write, as long as they come to me."
Chen Abu touched his chin: "Someone must be looking for me, neighbors. In fact, they found me early in the morning. Please ask me to ask you about your story."
When he said this, the look on his face was one of pride.
This is the influence, favor and face that a person in one's blood relatives can bring. Chen Jin chuckled: "It's a good thing to help everyone write couplets and write the word "blessing". You can make some money and practice calligraphy at the same time, why not?"
“But this year, there may be more people.”
"There are so many nice people, it doesn't matter."
Chen Jin said nonchalantly.
After getting the confirmation, Chen Abu said happily: "Okay, I'll call them later."
Because Chen Jin came to write a couplet today, a large pot of chicken porridge had been stewed at home for a long time. A lot of medicinal materials and mushrooms were added to the stew, which was delicious.
Chen Min cleverly brought Chen Jin a large bowl.
As for the aunt Chen Li, she was already pregnant at this time, and her belly was gradually getting bigger.
However, country peasant women are not so squeamish and still do a lot of housework and even light farm work.
In fact, this is fine, if you exercise more, you will be better off when the time comes.
You must know that in such a dynasty, once a pregnant woman has dystocia, it is really fatal.
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After breakfast and a short rest, Chen Jin rolled up his sleeves and prepared to start writing.
Chen Min hurried over: "Brother, let me help you grind the ink."
She is no stranger to ink grinding and has helped with it before.
"Okay."
Chen Jin smiled and agreed.
When the ink is polished, I immediately pick up the pen, fill it with thick ink, and start writing.
What is written is a couplet, so naturally it is not easy to use random strokes. Instead, it is written in block letters, paying attention to the clear strokes and the spirit of the font.
This is written for my uncle’s family. I wrote it with great care:
"As time goes by, people live longer, and spring fills the universe with blessings."
It’s a very clichéd pair, which means good luck and good fortune.
Of course, there is more than one pair for a family, but multiple types.
Courtyard door, main entrance, kitchen door, etc.
There are also door-passing notes, which are written on red paper such as "Additional children will make a fortune", "Safe entry and exit", "Six livestock are prosperous", and so on.
After writing this down, it’s a thick stack.
People with poor family backgrounds would naturally not write so much, but Chen Jin here would definitely have to write everything for his uncle's family.
"Good calligraphy! So well written!"
Chen Abu was illiterate, but when he saw Chen Jin's writing, he felt energetic and happy, and he was full of praise.
Every time Chen Jin finished writing a piece, he would carefully take it from the side, blow dry the ink with his mouth, and then fold it carefully.
These things are all written in advance and then posted on New Year's Eve.
After half an hour, I finished writing it all.
Chen Jin took a short rest and said to Chen Abu: "Uncle, it's still early. Go and ask who wants to write a couplet, and call them here together."
Chen Abu said "Oh": "Okay, I'll call you right away."
He asked his mother-in-law Chen Li to put the couplets back in the room and put them away, while he went out to call for someone.
Chen Jin sat there and asked Chen Min with a smile: "Xiao Min, are your hands tired?"
Chen Min rubbed her wrist and said with a grimace: "Brother, I didn't expect grinding ink to be more tiring than chopping firewood. You must have written too much this time."
Mrs. Chen Li interrupted: "Look what you said. Brother Jin's handwriting is very good now. It's the New Year. If you write more, you can keep your family safe."
Chen Jin said: "It's not that exaggerated. It's mainly about seeking good luck... Xiao Min, I have to continue writing when people come."
Chen Min immediately said: "It's okay, I can hold on. Brother, don't worry, I can grind as much ink as you write."
Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard the sound of people rushing in this direction. The leader was none other than Chen Abu, who was blushing.
Chen Min looked up and said: "..."
Chen Jin: "..."
Isn't this person too many?
Did everyone in the village come here?
What happened?
(End of chapter)