Miao'an's farming life

After Laba, the atmosphere of the new year is getting stronger and stronger. The farmers have been busy for a year, and the poor and the rich have to prepare for the new year, in order to reward themselves, and to welcome the new.

In the morning, Miao An, who was dreaming of excluding ways to make money, paced the yard with his hands behind his back.As the old house of Mo Mansion, the house and yard they live in have been expanded now. The large area of ​​weeds when Mo Su first moved in has been cleared away. The snow that fell a few days ago has not completely melted, and the corners of the walls are white.

Miao An kicked the stone and watched it hit the wall with a grunt, bounced back, and fell into the soft snow.

The road to entrepreneurship is difficult and difficult.Some people say that pigs can fly when standing on the wind, but now Miao An can't wait for the wind to rise, because there is no government support, and he is already thankful for not emphasizing agriculture and suppressing business.

The different times make consumption patterns and values ​​very different. Many modern methods are not applicable, and he knows many things but does not know why, so he is quite entangled.Miao An tried Qiuwen to add modern clothes, but the result was not satisfactory, most people still prefer traditional styles.

In fact, this is also understandable. When the miniskirt first came out, many people criticized it as immoral, but Qiuwen really likes to tinker with new things, so I left it to him to study slowly for the time being.

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is inherently kind." There was a faint voice of Youyou endorsing the book in the small study.

Having finished reading the few enlightenment books at home, Miao An wrote some "Three Character Classics" and "Hundred Family Surnames" for him to recite from memory.

"Dogs don't bark, cats don't jump."

Of course, there are many mistakes.Miao An yelled in the direction of the source of the sound: "Wrong! If you don't teach, your sex will change. Gou means if."

There was silence for a while, Miao An thought that the correct version of Reading 2.0 would come out again, but only heard a burst of unscrupulous laughter.what happened?His curiosity was aroused, and he strolled over.

The small study is the place where Master Mo, that is, the place where Mo Su’s father used to study hard. After moving, most of the books have been settled in the town with others. An liked this kind of "non-mainstream" very much, and read it with relish for several days, and learned a lot of words because of it.

Pushing open the door, I saw a maroon wooden table facing the window, with a few books scattered on it, four writing brushes hung in a shape, oh, and a dark inkstone.

Yoyo is sitting in front of the table, the chair is a bit high, he can't reach the ground, his legs are dangling around and playing.And what he just read, the "textbook" compiled by Miao An, was being flipped through by Mo Su who was standing aside, his serious expression made him feel like he had written something destructive.

Miao An leaned over and was about to ask what he was laughing at when he saw Mo Su put down the book, picked up a pen instead, dipped in some ink, crossed out a typo on the "teaching material", and added a a correct one.

Mo Su's handwriting is beautiful, not only the words on the paper, but also his whole body when he writes.Farm clothes are more convenient, and save the wide sleeves that are not conducive to movement, so Mo Su doesn't have to roll up his sleeves when writing, one hand is behind his back, the other hand hangs his wrist to write, calm and relaxed, and his slender figure is quite proud of the world feeling.

Be good to me, Miao An found that he seemed to fall in love with Mo Su all over again.

This guy must be a college bully, the kind who wrote eight tanks of water just to practice calligraphy when he was young.Looking at the handwriting written by others, it is handsome yet resolute, and it makes people feel comfortable with horizontal strokes and vertical strokes. Compared with my own "calligraphy" that is crooked like a ghostly talisman, that handwriting is simply outstanding, with aristocratic temperament.

Seeing Miao An looking at him adoringly, his eyes almost turning into stars, Mo Su couldn't help laughing, he studied hard to please his father when he was a child, and he didn't know he was bald just by practicing calligraphy A few pens, but his father still didn't see him, and he couldn't see his hard work. Later, Mo Su, who gave up on himself, even regretted that he had wasted so much time and energy, but he couldn't get anything back.

Now Mo Su only feels lucky, because his husband seems to like people with ink in their stomachs very much, and to get Miao An's hot eyes, years of hard work are worth it.

Moreover, Mo Su rubbed his chin, and if he wanted to suggest teaching him to write, then he could stand behind Xiao An, wrap him in his arms, and hold his hand to write together.While gently stroking his thin waist, pecking and kissing the back of his white neck, listening to his uncontrollable but suppressed panting, feeling his trembling from time to time...

Cough cough, Mo Su shook his head, quickly stopped the car, his nose was hot, and if he thought about it, he would have a nosebleed.

"Hahaha!" Yoyo, who had read it for a long time, pointed at Miao An's handwriting and laughed, "Brother, your handwriting is so ugly, it's like an earthworm."

The corner of Miao An’s mouth twitched slightly, blame me, let a person who has spent 20 years learning Simplified Chinese characters with a hard pen for 20 years write traditional Chinese characters with a soft brush, the beautiful writing is scary, okay?

However, Mo Su's handwriting is really beautiful. Although Miao An has never learned calligraphy, he has seen some calligraphy works. Of course, there is still some gap between Mo Su's writing and theirs, but the advantage is that he is more free and easy, which makes people look at him. Happy.

"Mo Su, I'm going to buy some red paper, you can write a couplet."

Last year, Miao An's family posted yellow paper Spring Festival couplets. Because the filial piety period for Dad and Ah Mo had not expired, red paper could not be pasted. This year is the fourth year. After the filial piety period expires, red paper can be pasted. In addition, Miao An came to this world after On the first Spring Festival of this year, it is natural to post couplets to make it lively.

However, Miao An suddenly felt sad. She took over the original owner's body and continued to live as him. She only hoped that he could be reunited with his family in heaven and that he would not suffer so much in the next life.

"Of course." Mo Su stretched out his hand and pinched Miao An's face, his eyes were shining just now, but now he's depressed again, his husband's mood changes so quickly.

The next day happened to be the market, so Miao An went to cut some red paper and bought some ink. The owner of the bookstore smiled like a Maitreya Buddha and gave him a New Year picture.Miao An thought, being taken care of by many people on weekdays, taking this time to send a pair of Spring Festival couplets can be considered as a way of expressing gratitude. As for the candidates, Qiu Wen’s family will definitely send them, and then Zhang Liehu and the village head’s family will also send a pair, ah, Is there Miao...

After doing the calculations like this, Miao An finally brought back a large pile of red paper.

Cutting paper, grinding, Miao An was very active in making preparations, standing aside, waiting for Mo Su to wave his brush, if there is another incense burner, there is really a little bit of red-sleeves, ah no, blue sleeves add fragrance mean.

Mo Su dipped the pen into the ink, dropped it, but retracted it before touching the paper.

"What's wrong?" Miao An asked.

"I don't know what to write."

Mo Su went over the poems and articles he had learned in his mind, but he couldn't find a suitable couplet that was lively and bright and suitable for the countryside.

Miao An understood, and guessed that this kind of cheerful tone would not match the previous Mo Su. According to his situation, he might have to write some poems that hurt the spring and autumn, and resentment. He couldn't stop patting Mo Su's shoulder.

The "poor" Mo Su didn't understand the meaning in Fu Lang's eyes. He just felt that most people in the village had never been to school, and at most they knew some common characters and could do simple calculations. I understand, if they can't appreciate the beauty of couplets, Miao An's intentions will be greatly reduced.

"Everything is going well in the new year, and you will be promoted step by step. If you criticize, good things will come." Miao An recalled the Spring Festival couplets he had seen before, "How is it?"

Mo Su's eyes lit up, and his hands moved with his heart. After a while, the eighteen characters appeared on the paper. The bright red color complemented the content of the blessing, adding a sense of festiveness.

Seeing this, Miao An was encouraged, and even his thoughts became clearer, and then he said: "The spring breeze brings happiness and wealth into the household, and the years will renew the blessings of the family. Hengping, the new year is auspicious."

This time Mo Su started to write after listening to the first couplet, and stared at Miao An again before writing the second couplet, with complicated eyes.

According to his understanding, Miao An's family background is an ordinary farmer, and there is no school in the village. Although there is a school in the town, Miao An is very unfamiliar with the environment in the town and has said that he has not been there a few times, so it can be inferred that he did not go to school. Over school.But Miao An could read, but the writing was very ugly. He must have received enlightenment somewhere, but the two couplets just now were of that level.

Xiaoan, is there a secret?

Here, Miao An is still racking his brains thinking about couplets. It is not in vain to watch the Spring Festival Gala for so many years. Many couplets have left a deep impression on him.Seeing that Mo Su stopped writing suddenly, he couldn't help casting a puzzled look.

Seeing Miao An's defenseless and full of trust, Mo Su sighed in his heart, that's all, maybe he felt that it was not time to say anything.Smiling, Mo Su continued writing.

Miao An's few couplets played the role of attracting jade, and opened up Mo Su's thinking. After all, he has a lot of ink in his stomach. After Miao An exhausted his knowledge reserves, Mo Su came from behind and quickly finished writing the couplets that he was going to give away.

As soon as the ink dried, Miao An picked a pair and went straight to the next door——Qiu Wen's house. This kind of showing off, ahem, no, sharing, sharing can no longer be suppressed.

Qiu Wen was very happy to see such a beautiful and festive Spring Festival couplet, and put it away with a smile, saying that he would post it on New Year's Eve so as not to get dirty.

The remaining couplets were given by the two of them together. Miao An found that these Spring Festival couplets were loved beyond his expectations. After a little inquiring, he understood everyone's feelings.

In the past, of course, Spring Festival couplets were pasted during Chinese New Year, but none in the village knew how to write them, and the bookstores in the town sell them very expensively, so everyone usually finds a scholar from a nearby village to write them. That's how it goes year after year.Now Mo Su's words are not only more majestic and beautiful, but the content is also straightforward and easy to understand. In this way, not only is it more enjoyable to watch, but also there are more topics for discussion when we get together.

It is said that there is intention to plant flowers and not let them go, but unintentionally plant willows and willows to make shade. Miao An feels that he seems to have found a good way to make money.