Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

Posting couplets was something Wu Yuan was already familiar with.

However, the content of these couplets written by Song Chunhong are more formal in content, and they mainly highlight the unique cultural level.

So at first glance, Wu Yuan really couldn't tell the connection between the upper and lower parts.

After all, as a carpenter, my education level is limited.

Fortunately, it’s much better now that the child’s godmother can provide on-site guidance.

Not only that, Wu Yuan also discovered.

The child's godmother brought paste to paste the school couplets on, and he was clearly suffering a lot.

Even if I finish pasting my own Spring Festival couplets, it will still be more than enough.

Seeing this, Wu Yuan knew that Teacher Song had come prepared.

It just hasn't been revealed.

When all the couplets are pasted, they are just right, no more and no less.

Lin Miaomiao looked regretful and said, "Is there not much? I still want to take it back and stick it on the door of my room."

How could there be so many?

During the guidance process, Song Chunhong made special guidance and arrangements for where to post each couplet.

For example, the master bedroom on the first floor focuses on the harmony of couples.

The small building's kitchen restaurant specializes in three meals a day and four seasons.

On the garage door, the main entrance and exit are safe...

This means that she didn't prepare it specially for her family.

Even fools don't believe it.

When the couplets were posted in Wu's small building, Song Chunhong found that she couldn't hide her thoughts.

Immediately he got into the car and ran away on the pretext of going to school to do some work.

The two children happened to be walking around with the cat and playing with the dog, so they did not continue to pester her.

When Yang Luoyan saw this, he pushed his man and said, "Teacher Song goes to school to post Spring Festival couplets. You go and help."

Good guy, is there ever a time like this when you would send your husband into a tiger’s mouth?

Song Chunhong pushed into the car and left.

Wu Yuan was pushed by his wife again, so he simply followed her.

After all, the Spring Festival couplets have been put up, so there is no need to go to the market to buy them today, as the time is free.

If you can help, please help.

Seeing her old uncle leaving, Lin Miaomiao said as if she was afraid that the world would be in chaos: "Auntie, do you want me to watch them for you?"

Yang Luoyan said inexplicably confidently: "No, please stop causing trouble."

The conversation changed and he said earnestly: "It's you, today is New Year's Eve, until what time do you plan to go back?"

Lin Miaomiao simply lied: "I really want to leave, but now..."

Yang Luoyan could only say: "Okay, I will drive you back when your uncle comes back from his work."

Lin Miaomiao's little idea succeeded: "That's pretty much it."

In the village primary school.

The campus, which has been in use for more than half a year, still looks new but not old.

After Song Chunhong opened the door, she did not post it immediately.

Instead, I first found a broom and cleaned every door where couplets needed to be posted.

At first glance, this kind of dedication is not comparable to that of my eldest brother-in-law, Lin Xianxue.

Wu Yuan wanted to help, but she refused to give in: "You don't need to do this. Just stand by and smoke your cigarette. Just help me look at the heights on both sides."

This sweep caused dust to fly.

After all, I have been on vacation for half a month now, and we are in a rural area, so this is very normal.

Song Chunhong was afraid that her down jacket would be stained, so she simply took off her clothes to work.

Wu Yuan lit a cigarette without smoking, letting it burn.

In the smoke, looking at this picture of beautiful women working is quite interesting.

Song Chunhong was already busy working, and knowing that she was being stared at by Wu Yuan, her body couldn't help but feel hot, but she didn't feel cold at all.

After the dust was almost swept away, Wu Yuan advised: "Put it on quickly, be careful of catching a cold."

I did sweat a little from the dusting I just did.

When Song Chunhong put on her down jacket, she saw Wu Yuan holding half a piece of Huazi in his mouth, carrying a bucket in one hand and a brush in the other.

The brush moves smoothly, opening and closing.

Seeing Song Chunhong, she couldn't help but be fascinated, until Wu Yuan reminded: "It's almost time."

Only then did he come back to his senses, find the corresponding couplets, and with Wu Yuan's reminder, stand on tiptoes and stick them to both sides of the door, keeping them at the same height, and stick them carefully.

A busy job.

Not only the school gate, but also the teachers’ offices had couplets posted.

Moreover, several classrooms, as well as Wang Feng’s canteen, have corresponding Spring Festival couplets posted on them.

It seems that last night, one of the two women spent the whole night making tofu, while the other was busy writing Spring Festival couplets.

After all this work, there are still two bowls of paste left.

Wu Yuan handed it back to Song Chunhong and said, "Take it back and feed it to pigs or dogs."

Song Chunhong hummed softly.

Farm paste is originally made of grain, so there is nothing wrong with feeding it to pigs and dogs.

But when they said goodbye at the door, Song Chunhong said softly: "I wish you a happy New Year in advance."

"Same for you," Wu Yuan said casually, and then added: "What a coincidence, today is a special holiday among Western festivals. So whether you celebrate an Eastern festival or a Western festival, you are all happy."

Song Chunhong's pretty face turned red instantly.

She is a self-taught English person, so she naturally knows that today is not only the Chinese New Year's Eve, but also the Western Valentine's Day.

He actually knows this...

On the way back, Song Chunhong felt dizzy all the time, as if she was floating in the clouds.

A happy Valentine's Day.

It made her really drifting, even the greetings from passers-by on the road were somewhat difficult to deal with.

As for being able to ride safely to the second ditch without falling into the ditch, it is all driven by the instinct of commuting to get off work every day.

Return to Wu's small building.

Seeing Yang Luoyan busy preparing tribute dishes for ancestor worship and burning paper, Wu Yuan was about to help.

Lin Miaomiao suddenly jumped out unexpectedly.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Without waiting for Lin Miaomiao to answer, Yang Luoyan took the opportunity to say: "The road is a bit far, so you can drive her back."

However, Wu Yuan was not used to her.

Pointing directly to the garage, he said: "Either you ride back by yourself, or I ask Baojun to take you back."

Lin Miaomiao snorted, made a face at Wu Yuan and said, "I knew I wasn't so kind, I already called Baojun over!"

Sure enough, it took half an hour.

Zhao Baojun came over and took the person away.

It's noon in the blink of an eye.

Eight tribute dishes, two snacks, a total of ten tributes, Yang Luoyan has prepared them all.

The family's life is getting better, and even the ancestors are enjoying the blessings.

Before Wu Yuan could express his emotion, this scene was seen by Xiong Gang who came to burn the paper. He took out a cigarette and praised: "My brothers and sisters are really prepared for this."

Wu Yuan felt the same and said: "She is the daughter-in-law of our old Wu family. If she doesn't care, who will?"

Yang Luoyan did not argue, but urged: "The preparations are done here, I will take the children there first, and you can help me drive the car out."

I'm going to my father-in-law's house for a reunion dinner during the Chinese New Year.

Yang Luoyan not only had to take his two children with him, but also brought a lot of eels and black fish.

There is nothing wrong with driving.

It's just that her driving skills are good enough to drive on the main road.

There are still some uncertainties in meeting traffic on narrow roads.

Although she got hit by a car, it was not a big deal to her.

But during the Chinese New Year, it’s a bit disturbing, isn’t it?

Fortunately, while Wu Yuan was holding a cigarette in his mouth, he drove the Mercedes-Benz out of the courtyard gate smoothly and stopped at the door.