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Chapter 104: Negative Weng Zhao Wentao

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    "Daughter-in-law, it's really well written, but can we write more neatly next time." He read it for a long time and didn't recognize any of them.

    "Do you know what this is called?" Ye Chuchu followed him and said.

    "What kind of body, daughter-in-law's body?" Zhao Wentao said casually.

    "Fuck you, don't talk nonsense!" Ye Chuchu laughed angrily: "This is called Yan Ti, Xing Cao."

    "Wow, daughter-in-law, you are so good!" Zhao Wentao didn't know what facial features were, but that didn't prevent him from praising his daughter-in-law. He nodded and said, "I understand. This kind of cursive cursive just doesn't make people write well."

    "Why are you so annoying, I won't tell you anymore! Go post the pair!" Ye Chuchu gave him a push.

    Zhao Wentao laughed and went.

    There is a pair of pairs for each door of the two houses, a pair of pairs for the entrance of the main room, a pair of pairs for the gate of the backyard, and four horizontal batches, plus hanging money.  Eight or ten stickers are pasted at the gate of the yard, which is a good omen for the four seasons to be safe, the sixth and sixth days to be smooth, the eight blessings to come, and perfection.

    In addition to this, the rabbit nest also needs to post two hanging money. If they are in pairs, they will not be posted for pairs. If they are posted, what is this?  Say hello?  wrong!  Zhao Wentao read what his wife wrote for a long time, but he didn't recognize a single word in the end.

    "Daughter-in-law, what did you write about this rabbit nest, why don't I recognize it?"

    Behind each pair is written where to post it, so Zhao Wentao asked this question.

    "Low your head to pick up money." Ye Chuchu came out, stood at the door and smiled at the man: "Do you like it?"

    Zhao Wentao grinned happily: "I like it, this is good, I bow my head to pick up money, daughter-in-law, you are so talented!"

    Ye Chuchu raised her chin triumphantly, and went back to the house. She knew that the man liked it, well, she liked it too.

    Just after posting the pairs, Zhao's mother came. She didn't know how to write well, and she didn't even see that the words on the pairs were different from what they posted.

    "Where is the pair of Lord Stove Lord, and all the immortals, have they all been posted?"

    Ye Chuchu froze for a moment, then looked at the man.

    Zhao Wentao said: "Forget it, mother, there is no need to post it, you can just post it!"

    "Just talk nonsense!" Zhao's mother hit her son, folded her hands together and bowed in a circle, muttering about offending and offending, asking all the immortals to forgive and forgive her, and then said: "You live on your own now, what?  You must have a set, this first year, the Xian family came to see that there is no place, so why not be angry?"

    Seeing that what her mother-in-law said was very similar, Ye Chuchu couldn't help laughing.

    Zhao Wentao said: "Mom, that's all superstition"

    "Don't talk nonsense, I used to confess secretly." Mother Zhao glared at him: "What superstition, just bless you, you run a business, you can't offend the fairy family! Listen to your mother, go, go to Wenzhi,  Finding his father to write a pair, this is no joke."

    Ye Chuchu said: "Wen Tao, there is still red paper at home, you can take it." Believe it or not, it is mainly because of the kindness of the mother-in-law, and it is not easy to disobey it during the Chinese New Year.

    Zhao Wentao hummed: "Okay, I'm going to write. Mom, have you finished posting over there, I will post it for you later?"

    "It's been posted a long time ago. Go quickly, don't delay, and you will have to make a confession at night when you ask for the New Year." Zhao's mother said: "I knew you forgot, thanks to my coming, otherwise, what should I do?"

    Zhao's mother watched Zhao Wentao take the red paper and went to Zhao Wenzhi's house before returning.

    The Zhao family is also very busy at this time. Except for He Songzhi, who is raising the baby, the women are all busy on the ground for the lunch at noon.  When people write pairs, some people can procrastinate, and they don¡¯t write until the end, and some are scratched when they are pasted, rewritten, or missing to make up.

    "Wentao is here, is it right?" Zhao Wenzhi's mother greeted Zhao Wentao when she saw him come in.

    "Yes, ma'am, let me write some fairy pairs." Zhao Wentao said.

    "Let's go to the east room, your uncle is writing for others." Zhao Wenzhi said something and went back to work.

    Zhao Wentao entered the east room, and there was a round table on the floor. Zhao Wenzhi's father was sitting there, wearing reading glasses and writing with a brush in his hand, but the paper used was yellow.  There are also red couplets on it.

    This old Mengtou always writes at this time, and he can't be shaken.

    Zhao Wentao greeted Lao Mengtou, and stood at the table to watch Zhao Wenzhi's father write. He still felt that Zhao Wenzhi's father wrote better than his wife, because he knew him well.

      After Mr. Zhao finished writing, he put down the brush, put the paper on the sewing machine aside, dried it, and said to Zhao Wentao, "Why did you come to write at this time, kid?"

    "I'll just write a few couplets from the Immortal Family." Zhao Wentao put the red paper on the table: "There's also the Stove Lord's."

    "I wrote everything else, who wrote it?" Only he and his son in the village could write it. Who did Zhao Wentao ask to write it.

    "My wife." Zhao Wentao said cheerfully.

    "Your daughter-in-law can also write pairs?" Mr. Zhao leaned at him, his eyes behind the reading glasses were scrutinizing.

    Zhao Wentao smiled and said, "I'll be fooling around, I can't do anything if she wants to write about it."

    The old man smiled and stopped asking. He took the red paper brought by Zhao Wentao and began to cut, crease: "Do you have a memorial tablet from the Xian family?"

    "No." Zhao Wentao shook his head after thinking about it.

    Old Mengtou said: "No one has to write a memorial tablet before offering it."

    "That's okay, uncle, you can help write one, I don't understand this either." Zhao Wentao said.

    "You young people don't have any sense of awe, that's not good." The old man said as he took out a stack of yellow paper from a drawer in the cabinet, and asked, "What kind of immortals are you enshrining?"

    Zhao Wentao thought for a while and thought about what gods his mother would enshrine in the past, but unfortunately he didn't pay attention to these, and forgot, so he said smartly: "All enshrined!"

    Old Mengtou was surprised: "Does your family worship?"

    "We have separated, I will worship!" Zhao Wentao said with a calm face and heartbeat: "I am in business, and I hope all the gods will bless you."

    The old man smiled, and took out four pieces of yellow paper, which were rectangular, with the top two corners folded back, let them spread out on the table, and began to write with a pen, with a word on each corner of the two sides: worship, vertical in the middle.  Write, protect the family fox fairy.

    The same is true for the remaining three cards, but the fox fairy is rewritten as, Changxian, and Huangxian.

    This is the tablet of the immortal family, followed by the pair, and the pairs of the immortal family are different from each other.

    ?After writing these, I wrote again, the position of Guanshiyin Bodhisattva in the South China Sea, and the pair, and finally the Stove King.

    "It's a good thing to say in the sky, and it's safe in the lower realm." Zhao Wentao read, nodded his head and said: "I remember this, this is the match of the Stove Lord."

    The old man returned to the front and closed his pen: "Yes, this is the match of the Stove Lord. Go back and ask your mother before posting. This is not a blind post." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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