Rise From the Humble

Because I have to leave for the exam in a few days, Zhu Pingan has been writing couplets at home in addition to reading books these days. I will use couplets at home during the Chinese New Year. I think I will write couplets at the old house this year. In addition, my elder brother and sister-in-law’s house will probably do the same in the future. I want to write it myself. In addition, my eldest brother also needs to use couplets when he gets married, so Zhu Pingan writes couplets at home these days.

Happy Chinese New Year couplets:

"The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and the red plum blossoms welcome the new year."

"Family harmony and family blessing, four seasons of peace and four seasons of spring."

"Family welcomes auspiciousness and everything prospers, door welcomes prosperity and prosperity."

Writing about the excitement, Zhu Pingan also wrote his own name into the Spring Festival couplets:

"The country is prosperous, the family is prosperous, the country is prosperous, and the old and the young are safe and the old and the young are safe."

Of course, there are also couplets that need to be posted when the eldest brother gets married:

"Hundred years of love and double hearts knot, thousands of miles of marriage together."

"Auspicious clouds surround Yucheng Luanfeng together with Qin and Jin Dynasties, and the purple air rises to celebrate Yingyan compose a new song."

When writing couplets for the eldest brother, his mother, Mrs. Chen, came over with a sewing basket, compared Zhu Pingan with a pile of coats, cut them twice with scissors, and sat aside to make new ones for Zhu Pingan. Out of clothes.

"Mom, you've already made me two new sets of clothes, enough to wear." Zhu Pingan put down his brush, feeling sorry for his mother, Chen, who had been making clothes for herself for several days, and dark circles appeared under her eyes.

"What do you know? You are going to be at the feet of the emperor. How can you do it without a few new clothes? You can't let people look down on you."

His mother, Mrs. Chen, was threading needles in front of the sun, and at the same time told Zhu Pingan some things to pay attention to when going out.

"Mom, let me thread a needle."

Seeing that his mother, Chen, tried several times but failed to put the needle on, Zhu Pingan put the brush on the inkstone, took the needle and thread from Chen's hand, faced the sunlight outside the door, put it on at once, and then handed it to Chen. Shi.

Mrs. Chen took over the needlework and was very satisfied. She began to do needlework under the warm sunshine. After a while, Mrs. Chen would put the needle on her hair and rub it twice before continuing her needlework. Under the sun, the needles and threads of the clothes are neat and fine, like fish scales, ensuring that the clothes are durable and strong.

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer.

"Hey, what are you writing about?"

When Chen made a big prototype of the clothes, he saw that Zhu Pingan was still writing couplets, so he asked.

"Writing couplets, these were posted for my eldest brother when he got married." Zhu Pingan replied in response.

Hearing this, Mrs. Chen became interested, and said to Zhu Pingan:

"Well, what the hell, write a couplet for your elder brother and their wedding room, don't forget your mother when you marry a wife."

Well

Older gingers are more spicy.

Zhu Pingan naturally obeyed the orders from his mother. After thinking about it for a while, he wrote a couplet:

"Marry a wife and don't forget your mother, happiness will last forever."

After hearing Zhu Pingchuan read the couplets, the mother, Chen, was very satisfied, and asked Zhu Pingan to make a small mark on the couplets with a brush, and then asked people to hang the couplets on the door of elder brother Zhu Pingchuan's wedding room .

Seeing Chen's serious appearance, Zhu Pingan couldn't help but want to say: My mother is mighty.

"When the time comes when you marry a daughter-in-law, you will also have to post such a pair." After watching Zhu Pingan mark the couplet, Chen gave Zhu Pingan another sentence.

"My son will post a few more copies at that time." Zhu Pingan said with a doggy smile.

His mother, Mrs. Chen, was amused by Zhu Pingan's dog-legged appearance. She stretched out her finger and tapped Zhu Ping'an's head, and said with a sneer, "I've been sweet-talked since I was a child, and I haven't been in shape yet in the middle exam."

Zhu Pingan smiled foolishly.

"It seems that mother has to find you a daughter-in-law to take care of you, so as to save you from being in a good shape all day long." Seeing this, Chen said with a smile.

"Then you have to find a beautiful one for your son."

Zhu Pingan thought Chen was joking, so he said with a smile that he didn't take it seriously.

"Okay, I'll find you a beautiful fairy-like wife." Mrs. Chen thought of Li Shu from Shanghe Village. Isn't that little girl as beautiful as a fairy, so she said with a smile.

Fairy-like?

Isn't that a joke? Zhu Pingan didn't take it seriously.

In the evening, Zhu's father drove the ox cart back from Kaoshan Town, and heard the bell on the neck of the big black cow when he was far away. As soon as the mother Chen heard the bell, she put down her needlework. Go outside for a while.

"His father, did you buy it back?"

Mother Chen asked outside the door before she reached the door.

Mother asked father to buy something, so important. You must know that even if my mother searched for Zhu's father's driving money, she would wait for Zhu's father to enter the door. Now, before Zhu's father entered the door, mother Chen went out.

Zhu Ping'an was a little curious.

"Bought it back."

Father Zhu's voice sounded from outside the door, with the taste of asking for credit.

The big black cow shook the bell very loudly. In the past, the big black cow didn't shake the bell so happily when he arrived at the door of the house. Everything revealed that something was different from usual.

sigh

A neighing sound suddenly came from outside the door.

Could it be that someone is coming?

Zhu Pingan walked out of the gate curiously, and then saw Father Zhu talking to his mother, Mrs. Chen, at the gate. A black horse was tied to the side of the ox cart. Uh, maybe it can’t be described as a horse, just like the legendary Compared with thousands of miles of horses like Lu and Chitu, this guy has a complete sense of sight in the middle of a herd of horses.

The black horse is about 1.2 or 1.3 meters tall, not tall at all. He has black hair and a very long mane. He doesn't look very handsome. A tuft of hair on the horse's head is parted sideways and covers half of one eye. He looks like a non-mainstream killer. He is short and tall. Frustrated, it's completely a rush among the horses.

The big black bull was a little unfriendly to the black horse, and kept shaking the bell on its neck, like a demonstration.

The Diaosi black horse was still a little arrogant, and Shamat's horse turned its head, its nostrils turned upside down, ignoring the big black bull's provocation.

"Father, how much is this horse?" Mother Chen asked.

"Ten taels of silver." Father Zhu untied the black horse from the ox cart, stroked the black horse's mane and replied.

"What about ten taels?" Mother Chen felt a little pained. The ten taels of silver almost caught up with the money she earned in a year when the family was not separated.

"This is an acquaintance I'm looking for. Other people will cost more than one or two taels of silver." Father Zhu explained without losing credit.

"Yeah?"

When she heard that it was more than a tael cheaper than others, her mother, Mrs. Chen, was a little happy. Looking at the black horse beside her, she said with satisfaction, "Well, it would be nice to have this horse. It will be easy for my son to go to the capital to catch the exam." too much."

It would be nice to have this horse, and it would be much easier for him to go to the capital for the exam. It turned out that his mother asked Zhu's father to buy this horse for himself to go to Beijing for the exam.

A gust of north wind blew up, rolled up the dust on the ground, and blew it onto Zhu Ping'an's body. The wind in the cold winter months felt like a spring breeze blowing against his face, full of warmth.