Kneel down and beg to return to the field

After an episode, nothing else happened, but when Wei Lai finished delivering the basket of meat, it wasn't too early.

Wei Lai returned the gift with a half-basket on his back, and he was in a good mood, chatting and laughing with He Zhi all the way, seeming closer and more casual than ever before.

The two delivered meat from near to far, and by the time they finished delivering the last family, they had almost reached the other side of the town.When I came back, it was faster to walk from the only street in the town, not to mention that the New Year's Eve was approaching, and this street was also bustling.

Sure enough, the streets that had been sluggish for a long time in winter regained their vitality and prosperity.Wei Lai and the others walked all the way, and saw that there were many stalls on the street, and shopkeepers carrying burdens were everywhere. There were so many pedestrians on the street that one wondered if the whole town had run out.

Ms. He rarely looked around with great interest, and she really saw everything new.

Most of the items on the stall today were New Year's goods, and most of the customers who came and went were preparing for the New Year, but this was the first time He Zhi saw such a scene.Naturally, her family is also going to celebrate the New Year, but it's not her turn to intervene in some matters. Even if she wants to go out for a stroll before the New Year's Eve, Madam He will refuse because of the severe cold weather.

Wei Lai saw that He Zhi was interested in these things, so he slowed down his pace like a gentleman, and while walking, he introduced He Zhi to all kinds of New Year's goods on the street.Needless to say, although Ms. He is well-read and well-read, her status as a lady also determines that she sometimes doesn't know the five grains. She really doesn't know everything on the street. It is naturally better to have Wei Lai explaining .

The two walked through most of the street talking and laughing. Ms. He would occasionally see some interesting little things, and before she could speak, General Wei, who rarely lit up the skill of observing words and expressions, would take the initiative to buy them for her .

Walking down this half street, there were four or five items in Wei Lai's back basket.Fortunately, He Zhi is a self-made person, and she doesn't have the problem of wanting to buy everything when she sees it like many young ladies, otherwise Wei Lai might not have enough money to pay the bill today.

When approaching the end of the street, Wei Lai caught sight of a stall selling red paper.There are not many such stalls on the street, because there are not many people who can read and write in the town, and most people who buy red paper also want to buy Spring Festival couplets, and people who can't write really can't do this business.Wei Lai and the others walked down the same street, and this was the first stall selling red paper.

Thinking about the dilapidated Spring Festival couplets at the door of my house, they naturally need to be replaced before the New Year.

Wei Lai had an idea in his mind, pointed at the small stall and smiled at He Zhi: "In the past, I bought all the Spring Festival couplets in my family. I don't know if I am lucky this year. Can I ask Jin Rui to write it for me?"

The New Year's Eve is approaching, and the small courtyard of Wei's family is very busy. Even the most insignificant coachman has been pulled by Aunt Wei to help move things these two days, but He Zhi is the only one who always has nothing to do.She was so depressed that she heard the words, not only did not refuse, but she narrowed her eyes with a smile: "Since Alai invites you, there is nothing you can do."

Thinking back, He Zhi was quite famous in Beijing, but it was a pity that she was overwhelmed by the name of "Kefu", and people forgot her name as a talented woman.Just picking up a pen to write a few words, of course it won't bother her, apart from other things, she doesn't believe that there is someone in this small town who can write better than her.

With He Zhi's affirmation, Wei Lai was also in a good mood, happily ran to the stall to buy a few pieces of red paper, and declined the boss's suggestion to write for him.It was only at the end that he thought of the predicament in his family where no one could read and couldn't even find a pen, so he could only lead He Zhi back, and went to the only study in the town that sold pens and inks to buy pens and inks.

After all these tosses, it was getting late.The daylight doesn't grow long in winter, and by the time Wei Lai took He Zhi back to the small courtyard of Wei's family with a basket on his back, the sky had already darkened.

"The time flies so fast, it's almost dark, it seems that we can only write the Spring Festival couplets tomorrow." Wei Lai looked up at the sky, and said regretfully.

Changning Town is too remote, and the people in the town almost all follow the original rules of sunrise and sunset. Even if it gets dark early in winter, few people work under oil lamps.Naturally, the few oil lamps in the Wei family couldn't illuminate as brightly as day, and the oily smoke was still heavy, so it's better not to let Ms. He toss about it, lest you hurt your eyes and get smoked all over your face.

Wei Lai had good intentions, and He Zhi naturally would not refuse, so he nodded in agreement.

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Writing couplets for the Spring Festival is really nothing to He Zhi.

Early the next morning, when Xi Qiu had finished setting things up, He Zhi wrote a few couplets and blessings with a brush in his hand, which filled Wei's house inside and out, which really added a bit of joy.

He Zhi's calligraphy was taught by He Shangshu himself, and besides being beautiful, he also has a style of his own.Although Wei Auntie didn't know how to appreciate characters, she could always see the beauty and ugliness. She praised He Zhi just after finishing writing, and asked Wei Lai to post it immediately.

So the next day, He Zhi was busy.

Changning Town is not big at all, so the neighbors are naturally acquainted with each other, and the relationship is not bad. Yesterday when Wei Lai went out to deliver meat, all the neighbors of the Wei family got it.When the neighbors went out today, they saw the Spring Festival couplets written by He Zhi, and when they looked back at their own, they felt that they were a little unsightly, so before noon, one or two of them came to the door with their things to ask for words.

In the capital, the characters of these great ladies are rarely circulated. Although they are talented and famous, things like calligraphy and painting are only circulated in a small area.Writing Spring Festival couplets and pasting them outside the gate would naturally not happen in the capital, but a small town like Changning Town naturally didn't have so many worries, so everyone came to ask for it.

Seeing this situation, Xi Qiu felt a little unhappy.In fact, when He Zhi wrote the Spring Festival couplets, she didn't quite agree, because if Lord Shang Shu knew about it—and if there was a coachman, Lord Shang Shu would definitely know—she would have to be disciplined and punished.

Helpless, Ms. He has been too free recently, and she was afraid that if she refused, it would damage the neighbor relationship of the Wei family. In the end, she agreed, and she didn't know how many couplets and blessings she wrote. Pasting the words of her young lady, I feel that the whole person is not well, as if I have seen Lord Shang Shu's black face.

Wei Lai was as unhappy as Xi Qiu, she didn't have so many worries, she was just afraid that she would get tired seeing He Zhi holding a pen and writing non-stop.It's a pity that my handwriting is too ugly, and it's not as good as those who sell Spring Festival couplets on the street. I guess no one will appreciate it.

Maybe, it's time for her to listen to the Marshal and practice her calligraphy?And right now, there just happens to be the most suitable person who can teach her...

Wei Lai leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, his eyes fell on He Zhi's face full of seriousness when he picked up the pen.

Because He Zhi never refuses anyone who comes, this writing lasted all afternoon. When Wei Lai found that some unfamiliar people started running towards her house, he decisively closed the courtyard door and let the people outside No matter how you knock on the door.

Seeing Wei Lai acting like this, Xi Qiu finally looked better.Even He Zhi, upon seeing this, laughed at herself and said, "I don't know when I became so popular."

What He Zhi said was just a joke, but Wei Lai nodded solemnly, affirming: "Jinrui's demeanor is not comparable to ordinary people, so I have to close the door quickly, otherwise the whole What should I do if everyone in the town has recruited me."

"...Okay, don't make fun of me." He Zhi really couldn't laugh or cry now.

"I'm not kidding." Wei Lai muttered in a low voice, but he didn't get entangled in this issue. Thinking of his previous plan, he asked, "Jin Rui, your handwriting is so good, can you teach me?" ?"

"Teach you how to write?" He Zhi rubbed her sore wrist, and looked up at Wei Lai, obviously a little surprised.

Because of He Zhi's movements, Wei Lai also took a look at her wrist, and the target was naturally a piece of skin that was better than snow, and there was nothing wrong with it.However, she still took He Zhi's hand, and helped her knead it with moderate strength: "My handwriting is really ugly. I just learned to read and read military books from the marshal, but I never practiced it well."

For the army where illiteracy accounts for 90.00%, it is enough to know how to read and read. As for whether the writing is good or not, it is not important.Military generals are no better than civil servants, and they don't need to write beautiful articles. If they have the time to practice calligraphy, it is better to practice martial arts well, otherwise their lives may be lost on the battlefield.This is the same for Wei Lai.

He Zhi blinked her eyes, but did not refuse Wei Lai's help in rubbing her hands. The other party's extremely appropriate strength relieved the soreness in her hands very well.It's just that practicing calligraphy is not something that can be accomplished overnight, so after thinking about it, she replied: "How about this, why don't you write a few words for me to see?"

Wei Lai agreed, wrote a few words casually, and compared with Miss He's, he instantly became like a dog...

He Zhi felt a little melancholy looking at that word, and finally sighed helplessly: "It seems that I need to work hard."

The author has something to say: General Xiaowei said: It’s not my fault that the handwriting is ugly, the main reason is that there are no beauties! ! !