It’s already the end of the year in a blink of an eye.
Li Wei studied with Li Jianbo every day. She was smart and Li Jianbo was good at giving lectures. Li Wei accepted new knowledge very quickly. In just a few days, he gradually became enlightened.
As the Chinese New Year approaches, the brick and tile factories have also shut down. These days, Li Minghua and Li Jianping are both at home. Even Li Minghua and Liu Chunzhi are still fighting in the cold war.
No matter how angry the New Year was, Liu Chunzhi took Li Jianbo and Li Wei to the streets to buy New Year goods.
The atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger. Even in such a remote town, the streets are filled with all kinds of red lanterns, Spring Festival couplets and door gods. Liu Chunzhi also wants to buy a few pairs to post at home. Li Wei looked at the Spring Festival couplets, all of them were printed. Although the paper is beautiful, it has the same font all over it. In Li Wei's view, these fonts are not beautiful, but rather rigid and devoid of beauty.
"How about we buy some Weihong paper and write Spring Festival couplets ourselves? We can also save some money." Li Wei asked Liu Chunzhi.
A large piece of guard red paper cost only two cents, so two at most would be enough. However, a pair of Spring Festival couplets costs thirty cents.
Liu Chunzhi knew how to do the math. She glanced at her son and thought it was Jianbo's idea, so she nodded and agreed, "Okay, I bought red paper and we can write it ourselves."
Liu Chunzhi only bought two pairs of doorkeepers, a pair of Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong, and a pair of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.
After buying the door god, Liu Chunzhi went to buy a pound of white sugar and a pound of brown sugar. Two pounds of pork suet and one pound of sesame seeds.
The narrow streets were bustling with people and seemed a bit crowded.
Li Wei looked here and there, making her dazzled.
When the three mothers came out of the supply and marketing cooperative, a mother and son walked towards them. The mother is the same age as Liu Chunzhi, and the son next to her is about the same age as Li Wei.
"Li Wei!" The boy opposite suddenly called Li Wei.
Li Wei looked up and was dumbfounded. Isn't the boy in front of me the one in the photo? His name is Zhou Bin.
She thought of the entanglements between her original self and Zhou Bin, and she had no good impression of this boy.
Then Zhou Bin suddenly shouted from behind: "Li Wei, do you really not study?"
Li Wei cursed in his heart, wasn't it also your fault that he couldn't read? She pretended not to hear and continued walking forward.
Zhou Bin's mother pulled her son's arm and said somewhat unhappily: "You are such a shameless person, why are you still talking to others?"
Zhou Bin pursed his lips tightly. There were many people on the street, and Li Wei's figure had long since disappeared into the crowd and was never seen again. Did he go too far in what he did before? Even if you don't like it, you shouldn't make such a big fuss.
"Are you a classmate?" Li Jianbo came from behind.
Li Wei agreed vaguely. Fortunately, Liu Chunzhi didn't see Zhou Bin, otherwise the two families would have fought.
After walking on the street for two hours, the three of them returned home.
As soon as Liu Chunzhi arrived home, Li Jianping complained that he was hungry. Liu Chunzhi said angrily: "There are noodles at home, don't you know how to cook them yourself?"
Li Jianping chuckled and said: "My own cooking is not delicious, how can I expect my mother to be so good at cooking?"
Liu Chunzhi said, "You're just lazy." At the same time, she asked Li Wei to help light the fire, and started cooking after cleaning up.
When the food was on the table, but Li Minghua was nowhere to be seen, Liu Chunzhi asked, "Where is your dad?"
Li Jianping said: "Dad has gone to my uncle's house."
Liu Chunzhi stopped talking and everyone sat and ate together. After finishing the meal, Liu Chunzhi asked Li Jianbo to write Spring Festival couplets.
Li Jianbo was dumbfounded: "You want me to write? My calligraphy is so ugly, will I post it to make people laugh? Didn't our family write it ourselves this year?"
Liu Chunzhi looked at her daughter again, and Li Weiwei whispered: "If second brother can't do it, then I will write it."
The three people all looked at Li Wei. This Li Wei wrote like a dog crawling, but he could actually write calligraphy. Isn't this strange? When did she practice
Li Wei explained with some embarrassment: "I have a writing brush at home, so I practiced it when I had nothing to do. I thought it shouldn't be too difficult."
Before anyone else said anything, Li Jianbo returned to the room first, and not long after, he came out with pen, ink and paper.
"Weiwei, just write a word and let's take a look."
Li Wei felt that she had fallen into a trap. If she had known that Li Jianbo could not write, she would not have suggested buying red paper.
Li Wei held the brush, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote a big "李" on the white paper in full view of everyone.
Liu Chunzhi recognized a few characters, and she also felt that the characters written by her daughter were really good. Li Jianping scratched his head and looked at it, and said strangely: "I didn't expect you to be so secretive."
Li Jianbo was stunned for a moment and then said, "Write a few more words and let's take a look."
Li Wei thought about it for a while, then he picked up a pen and wrote a row of small regular script on the paper. Li Jianbo took a look and saw that it was written "When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue." It was still a traditional Chinese character. , he finally gave Li Wei a thumbs up and praised: "What a great person! His handwriting is better than our teacher's."
"Weiwei, when did you learn it? Why didn't I know?"
Li Wei planned to deal with it and said: "I just practiced blindly when I had nothing to do. After practicing for a long time, I will be able to write."
Li Jianbo was full of surprise and secretly thought that the word "sister" looked sophisticated and could not be learned in just a few days. There is something strange about this sister.
Li Jianbo helped cut the paper, and Li Wei wrote. If the Spring Festival couplets are ready-made, they will be very easy to write. In less than twenty minutes, Li Wei had already written three Spring Festival couplets.
Li Wei looked at the words on the red paper and suddenly had an idea in his mind. He pulled Li Jianbo and said, "Second brother, let's go to the town to set up a stall tomorrow."
"Set a stall? What do you sell?"
Li smiled and said: "Of course we are selling Spring Festival couplets. How about I write them and you sell them."
This is a good idea. Li Jianbo hesitated for a while: "Can our mother agree?"
"As long as she can make money, she will definitely agree." Li Wei is very confident about this.
Later, the brother and sister told Liu Chunzhi their plan. Liu Chunzhi asked in surprise: "Will anyone buy the words you wrote?"
Li Jianbo said with guarantee: "It will definitely be sold."
The brother and sister discussed for a while where to set up a stall and where to buy red paper and ink. The two were very interested.
The next morning, just after breakfast, the brother and sister went out. Li Jianbo did not go to Liu Chunzhi to ask for the capital, but took out the private money he had saved.
They went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy paper and ink. Li Jianping helped them move a table, and the stall was officially set up. Li Jianbo helped cut the paper, and Li Wei wrote. Li Jianping volunteered to help. It was a rare thing for a little girl to write Spring Festival couplets in the street. After a while, some people gathered to watch.
(End of chapter)