Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Fireworks are expensive things whether in ancient times or modern times. Song Yan still spent a lot of effort to get some.

But as for money, Song Yan felt it was worth spending it on something that could bring happiness.

Perhaps because she had more money, Song Yan became more generous. Not only did she buy fireworks, she also hired a troupe of actors to perform from the first to the fifth day of the New Year.

A stage was also set up on the open space outside the village, and villagers from nearby could come and watch.

This can be considered as a good relationship that Song Yan, the landlord, has accumulated for himself.

In this land, living in harmony with the villagers is the long-term solution.

The upcoming spring ploughing will also require the help of the villagers.

Only by making good friends can you win people's hearts.

Otherwise, why do you think Mr. Huang worked so hard to build his reputation? It was to gain a foothold in this place.

Mr. Huang has been working in this area for many years and knows the importance of word of mouth.

He usually did things like building bridges and roads, and providing porridge to the poor. Although it might be suspected that he was just doing it for show, he really left a good impression on the villagers.

Therefore, whenever the villagers mentioned Mr. Huang, there would be some respect in their words.

Even though Mr. Huang has moved here a long time ago, the villagers still often talk about his good deeds.

If it weren't for Shu Changyu's move, the Huang family would probably still be the most prominent family in this area.

Ahem, the topic has gone too far.

Back to the present, early in the morning on New Year's Eve, Shu's mother asked the Shu brothers to help put up Spring Festival couplets and hang lanterns.

Song Yan also lent a hand from the side. Seeing the three brothers of the Shu family being ordered around by Shu's mother, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He thought that even if the three brothers were almost a hundred years old in total, they could still obey Shu's mother's orders.

Song Yan was secretly laughing when Shu Changyu slowly approached him and poked his waist with his hand. Song Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Mother Shu looked over and said with a smile, "What are you laughing at, kid? Come and help me put this blessing word straight."

Song Yan quickly stopped laughing, trotted over, and together with Shu's mother, pasted the word "Fu" neatly on the door.

After sticking it on, he stepped back a few steps, looked at the bright red word "Fu" with satisfaction, and muttered to himself: "Once this word "Fu" is stuck, the new year will be filled with blessings and everything will go smoothly."

After hearing this, Shu's mother smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes revealed tenderness. She reached out and touched Song Yan's head: "Thank you for your good words. With you in our family, this blessing is definitely unstoppable!"

Feeling the warmth from Shu's mother's palm, Song Yan's nose felt a little sore. He had been an orphan since childhood and had never experienced such warm maternal love.

If it weren’t for Shu Changyu, Song Yan would not have had the opportunity to feel this precious family love.

At this time, Shu Changwu came over with a string of firecrackers in his hand and said to Song Yan, "Xiao Song, let's hang these firecrackers on the tree at the door and set them off at noon."

Song Yan quickly calmed down the turbulent emotions in her heart, put on a bright smile again, and responded cheerfully: "Okay! I'll be right there!"

He excitedly took one end of the firecracker and walked under the tree with Shu Changwen.

The two of them passed the firecrackers to each other one by one, and soon they had hung the firecrackers neatly. The long firecrackers hung down from the branches, which was very festive.

After hanging up the firecrackers, Song Yan clapped her hands and looked back at the yard. She saw Shu Changsheng and Shu Changwu hanging big red lanterns under the eaves. The warm red lanterns set against the blue sky, filled with a New Year atmosphere.

In Song Yan's two lifetimes, this was the first time he had celebrated the New Year in such a lively manner.

In his previous life, when his grandfather was still alive, it was just him and his grandfather, and the New Year celebrations were quiet and simple.

After all, my grandfather is old and doesn’t like to make too much noise. In addition, there is a smoking ban in the city, so even fireworks cannot be set off.

The New Year's Eve dinner is just a few dishes cooked by the grandparents and grandchildren, eating while watching the Spring Festival Gala. Although warm, it seems lonely.

Ever since her grandfather passed away, Song Yan felt that the New Year celebrations had lost their flavor.

While other families were having a lively family reunion, he had to be alone, just eating something to celebrate the New Year.

It was not until she was transformed into Song Dashu that Song Yan finally had a family again and enjoyed such a lively and warm New Year.

It was as if all this was compensation given to him by God because he was too lonely in the first half of his life.

Song Yan especially cherishes everything she has now, with a kind of greed like a walker embracing a campfire on a cold night.

Shu Changyu is responsible for writing the Spring Festival couplets.

I saw him pick up the pen, dip it in ink, turn his wrist lightly, and the tip of the pen moved gracefully on the red paper.

Father Shu came over to take a look, nodded with satisfaction and praised: "Not bad, not bad, you have the demeanor of a great man!"

"There are a few more paintings for the side yard and the woodshed." Song Yan urged, "Hurry up and finish them."

"Tsk." Shu Changyu responded lazily with impatience in his eyes and brows, but the pen in his hand did not stop. In the blink of an eye, several spring couplets were completed in one go.

He put down his pen and pushed the written couplet to Song Yan: "Take it."

Song Yan took it and ran to the door happily, shouting as he ran: "Brother, where is the paste?"

Shu Changwen glanced at the calligraphy on the Spring Festival couplets: "Let me see, 'The wind is gentle in the small courtyard, and the secluded residence can still enjoy the three spring scenery; the wooden door is warm in the sun, and the humble room still contains the blessings of the four seasons.'"

Song Zhengdu also came forward and looked at the couplets carefully. He couldn't help but admire them. The calligraphy of Shu Sige was elegant, yet sharp. Every stroke was so powerful that it penetrated the back of the paper. It seemed that he wrote casually, but in fact, the composition was rigorous.

No matter how many times he copied it, he could never comprehend the essence of it.

"Not only is this couplet by Changyu good in calligraphy, but it also has a wonderful meaning!"

"Just put it here, and this side yard and the woodshed will immediately look different." Shu Changwen smiled, "Only you, Xiao Song, can make Chang Yu do what he wants."

Shu Changsheng at the side could not help but complain: "In previous years, he was not so easy to talk to. When I asked him to write a few more Spring Festival couplets, his face was so long... Ouch!"

As he was speaking, a walnut flew over from somewhere and hit Shu Changsheng on the head accurately.

Shu Changsheng felt the pain and covered his head and cried out, "Who is it? A surprise attack!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw Shu Changyu playing with another walnut in his hand. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Shu Changsheng, saying with a smile: "If you keep talking, go back to the woodshed and sleep."

Shu Changsheng immediately shut his mouth and pretended to be mute, never daring to reveal Shu Changyu's "past" in front of Song Yan again.

Hang up the lanterns, paste up the Spring Festival couplets, everything is ready.