The pastoral life of the reborn farmer

Chapter 12

Shen Ling wrote for a while, only to realize that Han Shi was standing at the door staring blankly at him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What's wrong?" Shen Ling put down the pen.

Han Shi thinks that Shen Ling is very good-looking, like the kind of big man mentioned in the play. He can't describe that feeling, but he always feels that even if Shen Ling is wearing coarse clothes and standing in such a dilapidated earthen house, It still made him feel extraordinary.

"It's time to eat." Han Shi said softly, looking at Shen Ling, the blush on his cheeks had not yet faded.

"Okay." Shen Ling put away the pen and ink, put the written Spring Festival couplets on the table to dry, and walked out of the room, Han Shi stared at him motionless, Shen Ling reached out and scratched Han Shi's nose, "Have dinner. What are you doing standing here stupidly?"

Han Shi lowered his head, turned his head and walked towards the kitchen. Han used the fat to fry a plate of green vegetables, and he had an appetite when he looked at it. The yellow-orange-orange tortillas were smeared on them. With a layer of oil, Shen Ling looked at Han Shi in surprise, Han Shi lowered his head embarrassedly, Shen Ling felt that he had to praise the child, so Han Shi was even more embarrassed.

After the two had eaten, Han Shi washed the bowls. When he entered the main room again, Shen Ling had already written a stack of couplets. After drying, he put them on the stool. Seeing Han Shi come in, he quickly said, "Little Stone, Help me put the couplet on the bed, don't fall to the ground."

"Well, good." Han Shi quickly agreed, walked over and carefully moved the couplet towards the bed, put it away, turned back, and watched Shen Ling busy , asked a little embarrassedly: "What can I do?" Han Shi suddenly felt very shy. He never talked to Shen Ling like this before, but now he just can't control himself.

"Cut the paper for me! Hold the damaged paper tightly first, and cut the smudged folds as much as possible. Then we can sell them cheaper."

"Well." Han Shi took the scissors and cut them out from Shen Ling The size of the paper began to be cut, and two people wrote one by one and cut the paper until it was dark.

"Little stone, light the lamp." Shen Ling put down the brush and pressed the acupoints on his hand lightly. After writing the calligraphy for too long, his hand was uncomfortable, and he felt like he was about to cramp. He glanced at the couplet next to him, he had already written There is almost a stack. From the beginning of writing, plus a quick meal, he has been working for nearly two hours, the sky has darkened, and he can hardly continue to write.

"Okay." Han Shi saw that Shen Ling's speed was so fast, and his heart beat faster and faster. One couplet was ten essays, and the horizontal batch was twelve to fifteen essays. They had already written nearly a hundred couplets.

Han Shi couldn't care less about lamp oil, or rather, the profits of the Spring Festival couplets were too great compared to lamp oil, which made him forget about lamp oil. Han Shi lit the lamp, and the two of them fought for nearly an hour, until Han Shi couldn't bear to make a Hache, and Shen Ling stopped writing and looked at Han Shi, "Continue tomorrow! Try to go to the grocery store in the afternoon to see if the store owner can do it. How much."

"Well." Han Shi nodded, under the light, the thin and small Han Shi was small and cute, his eyes shone with light, as if in love, love? Shen Ling paused, thinking that he was wrong, and couldn't help but look around carefully, as if it was love! This blushing, shy and unwilling to stare at him.

Shen Ling couldn't help but think about what he had done, and found that he was writing in front of him, and writing here seemed to be amazing. Shen Ling thought silently.

The child seemed to like him quite a bit, but Shen Ling didn't stop him, instead he was happy to see it happen. Because he seems to like children quite a bit, even though the child is three years older than him, when the child grows up... No, when he grows up, they will probably have a happy marriage! Shen Ling showed a smile.

Han Shi packed up the Spring Festival couplets on the bed and put them on the table, folded them in half, then took off his clothes and got into the bed, huddled in the warm new quilt, opened his eyes and looked at him with a blank and innocent look, Shen Ling felt a little bit. Fever, he couldn't help but walk over, took off his cotton-padded clothes and tucked himself into the bed.

Han Shi was a little flustered, his eyes flickered, "The lights... the lights haven't blown yet."

Shen Ling stiffened for a while, and could only get out of the quilt wearing a coat. The cold wind didn't even feel cold on her body. After quickly blowing the oil lamp, Shen Ling got into the quilt again in the dark, and reached out and hugged Han Shi into his arms. , chest to chest, Shen Ling clearly felt that Han Shi's heartbeat was gradually accelerating, and smiled lightly before letting go of the person.

He let go again. Han Shi, who had not been married for a few months, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. How can he have a baby if he goes on like this? He has a physique that is difficult to conceive!

Shen Ling suddenly shoved his hand into Han Shi's hand, and said softly in a low voice, "Pinch for me, it's almost cramping." The

warm palm suddenly shoved into his hand, and Han Shi felt that he almost scalded Shen Ling. He let go of Shen Ling's hand, but fortunately he reacted in time. Hearing the words, he shrank slightly, but did not let go of Shen Ling's hand, kneading gently and forcefully, Shen Ling narrowed his eyes comfortably, and the person he liked helped him How does it feel to massage the hands? Shen Ling feels that he can get up again and fight the three stacks of Spring Festival couplets!

Shen Ling fell asleep in a daze, Han Shi was not yet sleepy, but he felt that Shen Ling seemed to be asleep, and the strength in his hand gradually eased, for fear of waking Shen Ling up, after a while He stopped completely, but did not let go of Shen Ling's hand. He couldn't help but get closer to Shen Ling in the faint moonlight, but his hand still refused to let go of Shen Ling's palm. Han Shi leaned very close and looked at Shen Ling's face. For a long time, he seemed to be tempted. Han Shi approached slowly, touched Shen Ling's lips lightly, and quickly raised his head, his face was almost When he was hot, he turned over and quickly shrunk himself into the quilt, even throwing away Shen Ling's hand.

Shen Ling woke up when Han Shi touched his lips, his vigilance was still too strong, even if he could accept that Han Shi was sleeping beside him, but if something happened that didn't conform to the common sense of the subconscious, he would still Immediate awakening, such as when the lips are touched.

Shen Ling's eyes widened and turned to look at the back of Han Shi's head, silently thinking that maybe fifteen years old can really consummate the marriage, but, if fifteen years old consummates the marriage, is it not good for the children? This is really a question worth wrestling with.

The next day, Shen Ling woke up earlier than Han Shi. After getting up carefully, he went back to the main room to write the Spring Festival couplets. When Han Shi got up, Shen Ling had already written a dozen more, waiting for the two to eat. After dinner, Han Shi continued to cut the red paper, and Shen Ling continued to write the Spring Festival couplets. By the afternoon, Shen Ling had completed two and a half stacks of Spring Festival couplets. If he didn't take a rest, he felt that his hands were not his.

Shen Ling put down the pen, "Let's go to the grocery store!"

"Yeah." Han Shi went out to set the car again.

The owner of the grocery store was very surprised that Shen Ling got the Spring Festival couplets written so quickly. He couldn't help but ask who Shen Ling was looking for to write the characters. No matter how much you ask, if he knew such a person, he wouldn't tell anyone.

A total of two and a half stacks of Spring Festival couplets, including the defective ones, were purchased by the owner of the grocery store. A total of two taels of silver were given, which was considered a relatively high price. After all, half of the couplets were defective red paper. Before leaving, the two were still exhorting: "If there is a new Spring Festival couplet, you must think about his side first, and accept whatever you want. He hasn't seen such a good word for a long time."

Shen Ling agreed and drove off. After going to the market, I wanted to reserve some tables, chairs and benches, and bought some pork and pork bones before the two went back. After Han Shi quickly cut a pile of red paper, he mixed paste to mend the windows, cleaned the yard and tidy up the house, and by the way, washed the quilts and clothes of the two before, and patched up the patches.

Shen Ling wrote another five or six stacks of Spring Festival couplets and took them to the grocery store. This time, the store owner also took them all, and asked him when the two stacks of spring couplets written on red paper would be brought over. The goods on his side are a little saturated. , I think I will only accept the two stacks of red paper next time, and I will not accept the rest.

Shen Ling wasn't angry either. He felt that the grocery store's words were useless. He said that he would not accept the goods that he received. He said that he would take six taels of silver and leave next time, and went to the carpenter's house to take a look. How is the table, chair, bench, and bed made at home? Because Shen Ling later added a table, chair and bench, the carpenter's attitude toward Shen Ling became more and more kind, and he said that he would deliver it to the door in person after it was done.

After returning home, Shen Ling wrote at home for a few more days before taking all the Spring Festival couplets to the town. After selling the Spring Festival couplets that the grocery store owner wanted, he went to the town under the guidance of the grocery store owner. Stall to sell.

Shen Ling's Spring Festival couplets are cheap and the characters are beautiful. Although there are some problems with the red paper, the poor people in the countryside don't pay attention to this, so they buy them one after another. The price is two cents higher than the price received by the grocery store. It is impossible to sell it all at once, Shen Ling plans to use two or three days to sell.

"Shen Er?" A woman suddenly stopped in front of the shop, looking at him in disbelief.

"Auntie, I'm sick, I don't remember a lot of things, I don't know who you are..." Shen Ling smiled gently.

"I'm Aunt Tie Zhu! You Aunt Zhao." Seeing that Shen Ling didn't seem to know her, the woman couldn't help but said anxiously, "Your sister-in-law's aunt, I went there when you got married!"

"No I'm sorry, Aunt Zhao, I don't remember many things." Shen Ling smiled kindly.

"Oh, I remember that you are seriously ill." Aunt Zhao's eyes were a little complicated. "You are, are you cured? This Spring Festival couplet is really beautiful. Did your third brother write it?" Aunt Zhao picked up a pair of couplets. .

Shen Ling's eyes flashed, "The illness is almost healed, but I can't remember what I forgot. This word was not written by my third brother, but by me." Shen Ling knew that this kind of thing could not be hidden, Just say it directly.

"You're making fun of my aunt! How can you write such a good character before going to school? I saw that this character was written by your brother. It's a really good character! It looks so beautiful. The Spring Festival couplets posted before were not so good looking. Yes." Aunt Zhao held the Spring Festival couplet and refused to let go.

Shen Ling could see what this person meant, smiled and said, "Aunt Zhao, a pair is only twelve cents, we are all relatives, so I definitely can't ask you for twelve cents, just ten cents! You can pick it at will, and if there are any words you don't know, I'll read them to you."

Aunt Zhao froze, this bastard, after being ill, it was like what her mother's niece said, she forgot everything, she didn't recognize her six relatives, she didn't give any face, she was obviously a real relative, shouldn't it be said ?