Aunt Zhang was holding the written Spring Festival couplets in her hand and chatting with Mu Dade. \ Mu Dade also responded patiently, and the two of them were talking and laughing.
The people waiting behind Aunt Zhang became increasingly impatient.
So someone urged: "Aunt Zhang, since you have finished writing, go back and post the Spring Festival couplets.
We are still waiting for the boss of the Mu family to write Spring Festival couplets for us."
"That's right, it takes almost four cups of tea to occupy the latrine and not poop.
If we continue like this, we will have lunch at noon.
If I had known earlier, I might as well have gone to town to write.
Maybe everyone would be back now.
"Some people complained.
Aunt Zhang replied angrily: "Then you go to town and write.
What's going on here?
No one asked you to be here.
Really, all the big men are chattering non-stop.
She's even more mouthy than a girl, so annoying."
Aunt Zhang was too arrogant, and the villagers did not dare to make mistakes in front of Mu Dade, so they could only settle for the next best thing and said to Mu Dade: "Boss of the Mu family, Old Mu asked us to come over and write Spring Festival couplets for free, so we came here.
Otherwise, if we go to town, we can go alone.
We can be back by lunch time at the latest, and it will only cost five grand.
It's not like we don't have these five big bucks.
Fellow villagers, we really can't stand it when you see Aunt Zhang being so arrogant and not taking care of her. " Someone in the village stood up and spoke out.
Originally, I was expecting Mu Dade to say a few good words.
Everyone knew Mu Dade's identity and would definitely not be willing to do anything to offend Mu Dade.
But if it was too frustrating, everyone would rather not have this fall from the sky. pie.
"Everyone, wait a minute.
I, Mu Dade, will definitely help you finish writing the Spring Festival couplets.
Otherwise, you can put your own red paper on my desk and I will come one by one."
Some people sighed, hugged their own red paper and left.
On the other side, the Sanfang Mansion was extremely lively.
Zhu Sanyou, who was at the forefront, was building an academy for Sanfang and was working very hard.
As soon as he arrived at the third room, he couldn't help complaining to Mu Dashan about this matter.
Mu Dashan also knew who was right and who was wrong, but Mu Dashan and his wife were both rough people and had never done the fine work of writing or writing.
Each one of them had no other way to help Zhu San except to sigh along with Zhu San.
"It would be great if we also have someone who can write and draw.
In this way, we don't have to be angry with the boss of the Mu family," someone sighed.
But what's the use of sighing is that no one writes Spring Festival couplets.
By chance, Lu Yuanfeng came back from picking up dung.
When he heard about this, he thought about it, put the dung bucket of rice next to the latrine in the third room, entered the kitchen, and told Mu Shuangshuang about it.
The two people looked at each other and smiled, and in an instant, they both had an idea.
"Shuangshuang, why don't we go find Mr.
Luo and write Spring Festival couplets for the villagers for free?"
Mu Shuangshuang said.
The corners of Mu Shuangshuang's mouth opened slightly, and his big black and bright eyes were full of cunning and agility.
"I thought so too" Mu Shuangshuang carried the basket and quietly left the third room with Lu Yuanfeng.
Then the two of them split up.
Mu Shuangshuang went to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables, and Lu Yuanfeng went to Fu Wu's house to borrow a carriage.
There was no time wasted at either end.
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In just two sticks of incense, Lu Yuanfeng, who was driving the carriage, appeared in Luohe Village with Mu Shuangshuang.
After a few simple words with Luo Juren, Luo Juren agreed to follow Mu Shuangshuang to Ergui Village.
The vegetables sent over were also returned intact.
However, when Mu Shuangshuang drove the car, he left the basket and vegetables in Luo Juren's yard.
On the way, Mu Shuangshuang briefly explained the whole story to Luo Juren, and by the way, he also mentioned that his uncle was also a Juren.
Fortunately, Luo Juren didn't say anything.
When they arrived at Ergui Village, outside the courtyard of Sanfang, Mu Shuangshuang led Luo Juren into the courtyard.
Everyone gathered around him immediately.
"Shuang girls, what is going on?
Why is there a man in a carriage?"
The first person to speak was not Mu Dashan and Yu Siniang, but Aunt Zhao Yun.
Aunt Zhao Yun had also planned to save money to write a couplet at Lao Mu's house.
Who knew, but the couplet was not written and she was so angry that she complained in front of the villagers just now.
Mu Shuangshuang smiled, pointed at Luo Juren and explained: "This is Luo Juren from Luohe Village.
Like my uncle, he is also a Juren this year.
He was invited by me to write free Spring Festival couplets for everyone."
After saying that, everyone in the village looked at Luo Juren as if they were novel objects.
Mu Dade was the first scholar and the first scholar in his village.
Apart from this, everyone had never heard of who was the scholar and who was the first scholar.
Even Liu Zian, maybe many people don’t know him.
"Shuang girl, you are really capable.
In the blink of an eye, you even invited the Master of Juren."
Zhao Gouzi laughed.
"Uncle Gouzi, let's work first and try to write it out for everyone before noon."
While Mu Shuangshuang was talking, Zhang Yutou and Mu Dashan entered the house and took down the door panel of the kitchen and then the table.
There is no desk in the third room.
If Luo Juren wants to write Spring Festival couplets for everyone, he can only have a desk and a door panel.
Then there is a chair.
The conditions are naturally extremely crude.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Luo Juren, but you'll have dinner at our house at noon," Mu Dashan said.
Luo Juren blushed and said a little embarrassedly: "Uncle, this junior is actually not very old.
You don't need to call me Juren.
Just call me Luo Bai."
"Why are you called radish?"
Da Long, who was playing nearby, didn't hear clearly and asked abruptly.
Everyone couldn't hold it back and laughed.
Zhao Yun's face was red and he was about to hit his son Dalong, but Luo Bai stopped him.
"Auntie, don't take action, educate the child, and reason with him."
Then Luo Bai squatted down and whispered to Dalong: "My name is Luo Bai, Luo from Luoshui, Bai from Bai.
If you have time, I will teach you to write."
When Zhao Yun heard this, the scale in his heart instantly tilted toward Luo Juren.
Mu Shuangshuang had told Zhao Yun how good Luo Juren was before, but no matter how good he said it, without seeing him, it was just talk on paper.
Now that he has met the person, he knows that although Luo Juren is young, he is polite and patient.
Zhao Yun believes that he can feel relieved when he sends his son to Mu Shuangshuang's private school.
Mu Dashan and Zhang Yutou laid the table and placed a piece of red paper on top.
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Only then did they start giving shoes to everyone.
Xiaohan was arranged by Mu Shuangshuang to help him study ink, and he also learned from Luo Bai's handwriting to see how Luo Bai wrote.
Mu Shuangshuang lined up everyone and wrote the Spring Festival couplets first.
The other loose ones were written in front of the Stove Lord, and the chicken coops were delivered to every household in the afternoon by Mu Shuangshuang.
In the third room, because of the order, we quickly wrote Spring Festival couplets for everyone.
Not only that, because Luo Bai didn't talk much and did things neatly, the people who were waiting to write couplets on Mu Dade's side also rushed over
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