You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

"This is good, this is good, give it to me, give it to me!"

From a distance, Old Liao, who was carrying a bag of steamed buns, heard it. He hurried over, threw the steamed buns on the table, grabbed a corner of the Spring Festival couplets, squinted at Kong Aichun with a vigilant look.

Kong Aichun looked helpless.

"No one's competing with you. Xiao Su can write it, okay?"

Old Liao snorted, "That's different, this is the first pair!"

"Do you think this is the first incense? And the first pair." Kong Aichun couldn't bear to watch.

Su Chen reminded Lao Liao: "Uncle Liao, wait until the ink is dry before rolling it up."

"Hey hey hey, let me blow, blow~"

"And the banner, don't forget."

Su Chen waved his pen and said, "Take it!"

"Hehehe," Lao Liao said with a satisfied look on his face. He almost put his face on the Spring Festival couplets and kept blowing on them. Finally, he looked at A Biao, saying he was too slow and said, "A Biao, light a fire. Can't you see it's so cold? Let us roast some too!"

Ah Biao was convinced: "Uncle Liao, can't you do it yourself?"

"Can't you see I'm holding the Spring Festival couplets? How could I have time?" Old Liao said righteously.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of firecrackers suddenly rang out in front.

Everyone looked up.

Aunt Li smiled and said, "Lao Chai's shop is being renovated. Please come in a few hours."

Su Chen nodded, retracted his gaze, picked up the pen and wrote a few big words.

"The Heavenly Dog descended to earth and passed the imperial examination in spring. The God of Wealth stopped by and filled the house with joy."

As soon as Kong Aichun saw the God of Wealth, he immediately protected him.

"This one is mine, no one can snatch it from me!"

Old Liao swallowed and wanted to speak, but when he looked at the one in his hand, he struggled again.

Su Chen let them grab it and wrote a few more copies. Seeing that the ink was gone, he stopped to grind the ink and asked A Biao and the others, "Have you bought the door gods?"

"Door gods?" A Biao scratched his head. "I don't think we have the tradition of putting up door gods in Cuicheng, right?"

"Of course not?" Aunt Li disagreed. "It's only disappeared in recent years. There were some before, not those years... What? It's gone!"

As she spoke, her eyes lit up as she looked at Su Chen: "Xiao Su, why are you asking this?"

"Since I've already written the Spring Festival couplets, I might as well draw some door gods to protect my home and family."

"If nothing else, ghosts and such can't enter the house at least."

When this was said, everyone's eyes lit up.

Lao Liao was the first to urge: "Xiao Su, stop talking so much and start drawing quickly."

A Kui asked about the size of red paper needed for the door god.

After Su Chen said that, she and Aunt Li immediately started folding and cutting again.

Hearing that there were free Spring Festival couplets here, many passers-by gathered around.

Lao Liao was anxious: "Hey, hey, hey, make way, make way, Xiao Su wrote it for us, not you, and some of us haven't received it yet."

As he spoke, he raised his voice: "Lao Zhang, Lao Chai, Lao An, come quickly, or your Spring Festival couplets will be snatched away!"

Su Chen smiled and shook his head, looking at Kong Aichun beside him: "Aunt Chun, you should calculate how much our neighbors want, and we will give away any leftovers."

He handed one of them to Old Yu and said, "Uncle Yu, Happy New Year!"

"Hey hey hey, Happy New Year!"

Lao Yu left contentedly, but was stopped by someone on the road.

"Old Yu, you even put up Spring Festival couplets in that shabby toilet?"

Lao Yu glared at the man fiercely: "I just love posting, it's none of your business!"

He not only wants to put up Spring Festival couplets, but also wants to buy beautiful flowers. Zi Gu loves flowers the most.

More and more people gathered around. Some liked the big characters written by Su Chen, while others liked the neat handwriting of Wang Haitao. When Su Chen stopped grinding the ink, someone quickly came forward to help him attentively.

The two of them devoted themselves to it, one hour... two hours...

Ah Kui was helpless: "A Biao, go get some more red paper, there's none left!"

"Hey hey hey, I'll go right away."

Old Liao got angry and waited for a long time, but before Su Chen finished painting the door gods, he couldn't help but urge him.

"Uncle Liao, do you still have work to do at home?"

Kong Aichun was annoyed: "His son and daughter-in-law are both lazy. I guess they haven't even cleaned the house yet."

Lao Liao hurriedly explained: "We swept it, we swept it last night."

It's just... it was too hasty and rushed, not thorough enough, and maybe not very clean.

"Xiao Su, please help me draw the door gods. I still need to give my grandson a bath and wash his clothes. I also need to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner later. We usually eat the New Year's Eve dinner at three or four o'clock in our family."

Su Chen smiled, finished writing a pair of Spring Festival couplets, and replaced the red paper with the door god's paper: "I will draw it now."

Old Liao suddenly jumped up.

"Oh, look, Xiao Su is still easy to talk to!"

Kong Aichun rolled her eyes: "How many dishes are there for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"It must be ten, perfect!"

"Ten steamed buns?"

"Hey!" Lao Liao was indignant. "I can make more than just steamed buns, okay?"

He finally remembered and pointed to the bag of steamed buns he had put down earlier: "Xiao Su and Xiao Wang, these steamed buns are freshly made by me. I added brown sugar to them, so they are very sweet. Remember to try them!"

"Well, you can eat it later when you're tired and rest. Thank you, Uncle Liao."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Picking up the door god, Lao Liao immediately and carefully approached the fire to dry it.

After drying, he held the Spring Festival couplets and door gods and waved to everyone: "Everyone, I'm leaving first. Happy New Year and all the best!"

This time, not only the stall owner I knew, but also the onlookers responded.

Another hour passed, and Wang Haitao couldn't hold on any longer. He rubbed his wrists while chewing on a steamed bun and looked at Su Chen with a sad look: "Aren't your hands sore?"

"Not bad," Su Chen glanced at him, but his handwriting didn't stop. He finished writing another couplet, but it was snatched away. Kong Aichun immediately handed him a new piece of red paper, "Did you forget to come to my house for the New Year's Eve dinner? Come home with me later."

Wang Haitao scratched his ears and said, "What a joke! How could I forget this?"

A Kui beside him shouted again: "A Biao, the red paper is gone again!"

In this way, A Biao took the red paper four times. Su Chen and Wang Haitao continued until two o'clock in the afternoon. A Biao waved his hand and said, "I don't want to write Spring Festival couplets anymore. There are no more. Everyone can go home!"

Someone pointed at the remaining red paper and said, "Isn't there still some paper?"

“This is for our neighbors.”

"The master has been writing for a long time, please be understanding."

Most people left with understanding, but a few were full of resentment: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You made me wait so long!"

A Biao had a bad temper and almost rushed up to arrest someone, but was stopped by A Kui.

"It's New Year's Day, why are you arguing with others?"

"I'm going in to help Mom prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. You clean up here."

Only then did A Biao endure it.

Kong Aichun and Aunt Li looked at each other and laughed.

"There's always something better than nothing~"

A Biao's face didn't turn red, but he still coughed lightly.

Painting door gods is really not something Wang Haitao can do.

With just a few strokes of the brush, Su Chen brought Shentu and Yulei to life on the paper.

Kong Aichun asked Su Chen in a low voice: "Xiao Su, the door god is painted here, right?"

Su Chen: "..."

"No."

"Then how do you protect your family?"

"They only appear when they sense danger."

"Oh, I see. I thought the door gods could conjure up as many as Sun Wukong."

Wang Haitao held his forehead and said, "Aunt Chun, you really dare to think so!"

"Sun Wukong is a fiction. If there really were such a powerful being in the world, wouldn't the world be in chaos? Right, Master Su?"

"Master Su?"

Wang Haitao looked at Su Chen carefully.

The latter had stopped writing at some point, his pupils slightly shrank, and he seemed to be thinking about something.