I was engaged in construction in ancient times

Duan Shubai stood on the snow with a hesitant expression on his face, Xiao Yuhe smiled brightly when he saw his expression, and urged: "Go, husband, my child and I are waiting to see the snowman you made !"

"Okay." Duan Shubai closed his eyes, went all out, picked up his sleeves, quickly rolled a few snowballs on the ground and piled them on top of each other.

"What did you pile up?" Xiao Yuhe looked at the pile of snowballs curiously, and asked hesitantly, "Could it be me again that you piled up?"

Duan Shu said in his heart: How dare I pile on you.

Then he glanced at the pile of snowballs with a strange expression. The round shape, which he said looked like Xiao Yuhe, was actually right...

"I piled up a bunch of real candied haws!"

"Candied haws?" Xiao Yuhe was stunned, and then said with a smile: "Didn't you make a clay figurine like me before? Why don't you use a snowball to be me?"

Duan Shubai patted the snow off his hands, looked back and said with a smile: "If I really piled up one of you, I'm afraid my husband will be so angry that he will hit me with a snowball."

Xiao Yuhe snorted, "For you are self-aware."

After Duan Shubai wiped his hands clean, he walked back to stay beside Xiao Yuhe, who had a strange temper, and continued to walk around with Bai Pangpang. Maybe he went out for a walk, Xiao Yuhe was in a good mood, or maybe he was in a good mood today. The snow scene in Er'er was pleasing to the eye. After Xiao Yuhe returned to the wooden building, he stood by the window of the study with great interest, and began to paint the snow scene outside the window with great interest.

Duan Shubai grinded it for him himself, Xiao Yuhe picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and he drew a beautiful picture of snow accumulation in two or three strokes. After the painting was finished, Xiao Yuhe couldn't help admiring it for a while. Duan Shubai looked at his picture, but couldn't help but sigh.

"What are you sighing for?"

Duan Shubai coughed, "I feel sorry for my child."

Xiao Yuhe: "????"

Duan Shubai pretended to be melancholy: "It's a pity that our previous heirloom, our children have no chance to see it."

"!!!"

Xiao Yuhe immediately remembered how the "family heirloom" was destroyed. The other party pressed him on the bed to "discuss" how to have a child. The things that came out in a blurred state happened to land on the snow-white paper... Recalling Thinking of all the past, Xiao Yuhe's handsome face flushed with embarrassment, Duan Shubai saw his restless expression, flustered for a moment, and secretly scolded himself for being stupid, Xiao Yuhe's current appearance, is he able to tease him?

Duan Shubai quickly wrapped him in his arms, and comforted him: "Okay, okay, I said something wrong, if you want to beat, scold or bite, I will take care of you."

"I won't beat you or scold you, but you have to promise me that you will never mention this matter again."

Duan Shubai closed his eyes and promised: "Okay, okay, from now on I promise not to mention this matter in front of you. If I break my oath, I'll be a bastard." Don't mention this matter in front of Xiao Yuhe, but in front of others in the future... Hehehe.

He glanced at Xiao Yuhe, wondering if his Bai Pangpang could tell.

It may really be "one pregnancy and three years of stupidity", Xiao Yu and Yu Guang glanced at the pen and paper on the table, strangely did not point out the flaws in his sentence, "You can talk about it later, I won't let you off lightly, hehe , I won’t forgive you now.”

Xiao Yu and Gogou pointed: "Come here"

"what?"

"Bring your face closer."

Duan Shubai hesitated, and carefully put his handsome face into Xiao Yuhe's hands. Xiao Yuhe held his face with a smile, and painted on his face with high spirits. The place was itchy, "Have you finished drawing yet?"

"Not yet, you wait."

After Xiao Yuhe finished the second painting, he clapped his hands and said with satisfaction: "I will draw you a bastard first, so that you won't break your oath when the time comes."

Xiao Yuhe thought of it like this: I want to enjoy the result first.

Duan Shubai with ink on his face was speechless: What kind of logic is this?

Draw me a bastard first, which means I can break my oath?

But what's the point of all this?

After the snowy wind stopped, it was sunny and warm for a few days in winter. The light snow melted, and the transparent and elegant sunlight fell on people's shoulders. It took a long time to feel a little bit of warmth.In the boundary of Yangzhou, there are only two or three light snowfalls a year. When the snow melts, it is as if it has never been here before. The only thing that remembers it is probably the green vegetables in the field, the immature cauliflowers that have been molested by Xiaoxue. , The bitterness faded away, leaving only bursts of sweetness in my heart.

"Qiu Ran, didn't you go out to bask in the sun? Why did you come back?" Xiao Yuhe wondered, the color of the winter outside just now suddenly became more intense, Qiu Ran was excited to go out to bask in the sun, but she didn't go out twice. retracted again.

Qiu Ran hugged her shoulders and shrugged, "Master, the sun outside is so cold."

Xiao Yuhe laughed, took a small unicorn and pressed walnuts for himself to eat. He looked outside the house and saw that red lanterns had been hung on the peach blossom trees not far away. His husband said he was going to take the whole city with him. For a joyous New Year, thousands of lanterns have been prepared long ago, and they are hung under the eaves of wooden buildings and on the peach blossom trees beside the road. The branches are still wrapped with red colored silk, decorated with lanterns and festoons, which looks extraordinarily festive in the withering of everything.

Thanks to Duan Shubai's good design before, there is a wide road between the wooden buildings. In addition to rows of peach blossom trees, many ginkgo trees, crabapple trees, etc. were planted outside. I planted pear trees, jujube trees, loquat trees, etc. Although the winter in Yangzhou is cold, there are still some Xiao Yu and unrecognizable trees that are still green, and there are still patches of green on the treetops. Emerald green leaves.

The longevity flower in the corner blows the cold wind, and quietly blooms flower buds of different colors.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and Duan Shubai is leading people from door to door to deliver Spring Festival couplets and red paper. In addition, each household also has a string of fiery red super red peppers sent by their generals hanging at the door. The Spring Festival couplets presented by Duan Shubai contained words and sentences that Mr. Shi and a group of literati had thought up together, and those who could write afterward all ended up writing dozens of Spring Festival couplets. Spring Festival couplets at people's door.

Mr. Shi wrote several copies with great interest. His calligraphy is proficient and has a strong character. He is a well-deserved calligraphy handed down from generation to generation. endless rush.

"This pair is mine!"

"This pair is mine! Mr. Shi promised me..."

The quarrels between literati are always full of quarrels, ingenious, elegant words, chicken and duck talking... Zhang Changle blinked, looking at the scene where "quoting scriptures" on the surface is actually no different from "shrew cursing the street" Amazing.

He was also forced to write dozens of Spring Festival couplets, and his hands were tired and paralyzed.

Duan Shubai wrote down more than a dozen Spring Festival couplets with great interest, walked to Zhang Changle in three steps and two steps, and patted the lieutenant's shoulder with the corner of his mouth curled up, "Why are you sighing? Come distribute the Spring Festival couplets with me."

Zhang Changle looked at Duan Shubai with an excited expression, his expression... he no longer knew what to look like.

In the eyes of those literati, Mr. Shi's calligraphy is hard to find, but in the eyes of the residents in the city, the general's calligraphy is their fanaticism. Duan Shubai's handwritten couplets have been enthusiastically sought after and welcomed by countless people. , as soon as it was taken out, it was immediately robbed.

"The general's handwriting is so beautiful!"

"General Duan is both civil and military!"

Zhang Changle: Obviously my handwriting looks better.

Duan Shubai went out with the Spring Festival couplets, and a large group of people gathered around them. Even if they didn’t get the general’s calligraphy, they would still accept the Spring Festival couplets that the general touched. Block it, don't worry, every household has it."

"General, send this side first!"

"No, no, send it over here!!!"

……

After going out for a while, Duan Shubai sent out all the Spring Festival couplets in his hand. Not only that, he also dragged a bunch of small things back, all of which were small gifts from some city residents. He flipped through them casually, and there were a few beautiful I don't know which ingenious person cut out the paper-cut. Duan Shubai glanced at the picture of Naochun appreciatively, then he accepted the paper-cut and planned to go back and paste it on the window.

After going back to see Xiao Yuhe, Duan Shubai couldn't help bragging in front of his sweetheart: "Do you know how popular your husband's calligraphy is outside?"

Xiao Yuhe smiled and said, "How popular is it?"

Duan Shubai couldn't help covering his mouth and smiling, it can't be blamed that he is so complacent today, the ten-year-long dog crawling word has been wronged and praised by others, why shouldn't he be complacent? ?

"As popular as you want, you haven't seen how enthusiastic they are surrounding me..."

Xiao Yuhe couldn't help attacking, "Are you sure they're looking at your handwriting, if you're not a general—"

"Hey——" Duan Shubai interrupted him with a wave of his hand in front of him: "There is no such thing as an if." He blinked and wagged his tail, his phoenix eyes were full of majesty: "I am their general, Lord of Xinyang City!"

After speaking domineeringly and proudly, Duan Shubai shook off his boots rather rascally, using behavior to show that he didn't care. He only enjoyed the process of being praised, and he didn't care about the reason.

He is a very transparent man!

Duan Shu quickly poured himself a cup of tea, took a few sips, his eyebrows were beaming and triumphant.

After learning that Xiao Yuhe was pregnant, Duan Shubai seldom drank in front of him.

Xiao Yuhe hugged his chest and squinted at someone who was extremely proud. This scene was really exciting. He curled his lips and reminded: "There is also my credit for this, don't forget, if it wasn't for me Urging you to practice calligraphy, you, the lord of the city, will lose face in front of your citizens today."

Duan Shubai rubbed his nose, snorted and said: "What shame and shame, can't you hope that your husband will be better? Don't worry, my husband is smart. If I didn't practice my calligraphy well, how could I come up with something? This matter..." He was very self-aware.

Xiao Yuhe: "..."

So the reason you post Spring Festival couplets is to let others praise your words?