Seeing Lao Li Gang leaving so anxiously, Yang Heng was really amused. Are you so anxious? However, Yang Heng admired Lao Li Gang's attitude very much. He was teaching students seriously, so he was anxious to go to the academy and give rewards to the students.

"Boy, let me come and write what to write? By the way, I will write about punching the tiger in the South Mountain and kicking, um." Dad suddenly got stuck. Yang Heng knew why Dad was stuck, because his lower couplet was kicking the evil dragon in the North Sea, but the word "dragon" was a taboo. Why? You compared me to the evil dragon and you have to kick it with your feet. Is it so easy to bully? So, Dad got stuck, but how did Yang Heng know this? Because this sentence is what he often said. If there are no outsiders, it doesn't matter. His family will not report to Li Er. If this is written in the Spring Festival couplet, it would be a taboo.

"Kicking the evil ghost in the North Sea, how about that?" Yang Heng knew that his father wrote this because he was a military general, and it seemed more domineering when he wrote it, so it was OK to change the evil dragon into an evil ghost.

A pair of Spring Festival couplets with fangs and claws were written under my father. Fortunately, Yang Heng had already folded the grid on the paper, so my father did not write the characters outside the grid. In fact, there is no need to look at the content. Just looking at the characters, you will know that this is the home of a military general.

"Well, good, good, domineering, how about it, kid, learn a little, you must know that I am always me." Compared to the regular script written by Li Gang, the father's handwriting with his claws can indeed be called me. It is not that he wrote it well. But he wrote it too primitively. If he didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to recognize who wrote the words. Since that's the case, Yang Heng would not be able to make a fool of himself. If the words "The father and son" were circulating in Chang'an City within one day, it would be a joke.

"Next, little girl, come on. This is your stage." Since the Mulan film, there has been a sudden addition to the noble family in Chang'an City, and there is another team, that is the stage and the opera troupe. Only Yang Heng's family has no additional team. They only do a one-year report performance during the Spring Festival, but the stage is well built, all of which are made of good wood, and can be moved and disassembled. Now the stage has been assembled long ago. It is for the New Year, when building the stage, Yang Heng reserves a place to post couplets, but it has not been posted. This time it can be posted. And if it is appropriate, it can even be carved directly on wooden pillars next year.

"Brother Heng, what do you write?" The little girl was also very excited. She was actually the third person to write couplets, which was really worth being excited.

"The first couplet, joy, sorrow, separation and events in the world, the second couplet, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and joy, and joy." "Okay." The little girl shouted loudly, and she took the pen with a stroke. People knew at a glance that this was a little lady's word, very delicate, and it was just right to stick it on the stage. However, this couplet is really not suitable for the stage of Yang Heng's family, but there is no way. Yang Heng remembers these. If he doesn't copy it, he can't write it.

"Brother-in-law, I, I still have me." It seems that Yu Zhang has slowly replaced Xiao Niang's previous status. Why, Yang Heng didn't feel any discomfort?

"You, you will post it on the door where you live. Just this piece of paper. Listen, the first couplet, the sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, the second couplet, the plum blossoms celebrate the New Year, how about it, you are a little lady, it's good to write some sentences with flowers."

Sure enough, Yu Zhang wrote the same as Xiao Niang, and it was also in a beautiful font, which was very suitable for hanging on her door.

"Come on, madam, you should also post a pair on your door," "And I?" Changle was a little surprised, because Yang Heng hadn't written it yet, and this husband hadn't written it, how could he write it first?

"Yes, but it's not about writing Spring Festival couplets from your princess's house, but about the Spring Festival couplets in our house. The first couplet is the red plum blossoms are sunny and the second couplet is the spring and the beautiful people are beautiful." "Okay, I'll give it to you." "No, don't worry, write a pair on my door. The first couplet is for one night and two years, and the second couplet is for five o'clock and two years." Without words, I took out this classic couplet.

"Also, and, don't worry," there are no Spring Festival couplets on the door of the main hall. Yang Heng felt a little guilty about the idea of ​​plagiarizing the couplets, so he had to make up for it and plagiarized the first couplet in history. "The first couplet, New Year's greeting Yuqing, the second couplet, and the festival number Changchun. Well, you young people, each take the red paper you need and write it yourself, but you must write it neatly." Yang Heng didn't have the brainpower to recall those Spring Festival couplets, so it would be better to let your younger brothers and sisters write it on their own with paper.

These children were waiting for each other, but when Yang Hengyi asked them to write on their own, they all scattered with their own papers. This was a new thing, so naturally they had to think about a good couplet to come out.

"Brother-in-law, are you okay? What are these small papers for?" "I know you still want to write them. Look, these small ones are written in the word Feng, don't write them in the right direction, but diagonally. These Feng characters should be posted on some granaries and other food containers. Also, don't write them in Feng, but also have to write them in it. This big one is not written in Feng, but the word Fu, by the way, write more Fu, and send some Fu characters to your father, mother and mother."

"What is this small strip written?" Yang Heng prepared very well. This was actually a habit for many years, but it was an old habit in his previous life. Before the Spring Festival, he always counted the doors of the home with his father, and even the size of the door, and then cut paper, and then asked someone who wrote the Spring Festival couplets of the good writing in the village. Now he is naturally familiar with it. He first counted the door silently in his mind, then cut paper, and then the word Fu, Feng, and some other long strips.

"This is the one from the Kitchen God, so I will write about good things and go to the ground to ensure safety. This is for livestock, so I will write about prosperity of the six animals, so I will write about health, and I will post it on the head of the bed, and I will write about happiness when you go out and you will see it at a glance after you open the door. Okay, calculate yourself, and write as much as you need."

At this time, only Yang Heng Changle and Yu Zhang were left here, and Xiao Niang had been dragged away by her brothers and sisters to refer to how to write Spring Festival couplets.

"Xuewen nephew, Xuewen nephew, I heard that you are writing Spring Festival couplets here, how about writing them for us?" The aunts came together, and they also heard something new, so they came together, "Write Spring Festival couplets, go find your son, and they can write them." Yang Heng no longer wanted to worry about that, and directly pushed them to their respective sons.

But when Yang Heng saw their couplets, he was a little amused. They were not the ones he mentioned earlier. They were two years old overnight, five o'clock in the morning, two years were divided into two years, and the New Year was celebrated, and the festival was Changchun. There was also the loyalty and loyalty passed down from generation to generation, poetry and books continued to be long, and the aunts were all very confident. Since you learned literature, how could you not let our family write it like this?

Okay, okay, you won, but you still gave him some face. At least they did not plagiarize the Spring Festival couplets of the two princesses. It was not that they didn’t want to plagiarize, they were just afraid of committing the crime of deceiving the emperor. I don’t know where they heard it, but in the end it was Xiao Niang who told the inside story. What they wanted to plagiarize was Xiao Niang who scared them, and this was to give the two princesses a face, right?

"Second sister-in-law, do you think we'll go back and paste it now?" "Press it, why not? This has been written, but you have to wait until the ink is dry before you can post it. Otherwise, how can we take it back? It will be blurred when we take it back." Forget it, I won't explain it to you. If you want to post it, it's better for me to post it first. In fact, Yang Heng didn't know. Dad had posted his fangs and claws at this time. And standing outside the door to admire it, he actually forgot that he still needed to write Spring Festival couplets in the yard.

This is amazing. The Spring Festival couplets were learned all over Chang'an City. The words were red, black, and the words were auspicious, but there was no new idea. Most people wrote about loyalty and inheritance, and a few generals also learned from their fathers. Zhang Ya and clawed wrote about punches and tigers. Even if the generals who wrote good writing were not written, they were embarrassed to post them. The father was so glorious that some generals followed the style, but they didn't know that their father's handwriting was not good. It was like this. They even went to the front of their father's door to look at it and then went back to write it.
Chapter completed!