I was building in ancient times

Chapter 50 Proud

Duan Shubai stood on the snow with a hesitant expression on his face, Xiao Yuhe smiled brightly when he saw his expression, and urged: "Go, husband, my child and I are waiting to see the snowman you made !"

"Okay." Duan Shubai closed his eyes, went all out, picked up his sleeves, quickly rolled a few snowballs on the ground and piled them on top of each other.

"What are you stacking?" Xiao Yuhe looked at the pile of snowballs curiously, and hesitated, "Could it be me again?"

Duan Shu said in his heart: How dare I stack you.

Then he glanced at the pile of snowballs with a strange expression, the round shape, he said that he looked like Xiao Yuhe, but he was right...

"I piled up a bunch of real candied haws!"

"Candied haws?" Xiao Yuhe Surprised, he turned funny and said: "Didn't you make a clay figurine like me before? Why don't you use a snowball to be me?"

Duan Shubai patted the snow off his hands, looked back and said with a smile: "If I really piled you out, I'm afraid my husband will be so angry that he will hit me with a snowball."

Xiao Yuhe snorted, "For sure you have self-knowledge."

Duan Shubai wiped his hands clean and walked back to guard Xiao Yuhe, who had a strange temper, walked around with Bai Pangpang, maybe because he went out for a walk, Xiao Yuhe was in a good mood, or because the snow scene today was pleasing to the eye, Xiao Yuhe returned to the wooden building Finally, he stood by the window of the study very elegantly, and painted the snow scene outside the window with great interest.

Duan Shubai grinded it for him himself, Xiao Yuhe picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and he drew a beautiful picture of snow accumulation in two or three strokes. Duan Shubai looked at his picture, but couldn't help but sigh.

"Why are you sighing?"

Duan Shubai coughed, "I feel sorry for my child."

Xiao Yuhe: "????"

Duan Shubai pretended to be melancholy: "It's a pity that our previous heirloom, our child has no chance to see it "

"!!!"

Xiao Yuhe instantly remembered how the "family heirloom" was destroyed, and what came out of the fuzzy state when he was pressed on the bed by the other party to "discuss" how to have a child, just fell on the On the snow-white paper...Recalling all the past, Xiao Yuhe's handsome face flushed with embarrassment. Can he tease?

Duan Shubai quickly wrapped him in his arms, and comforted him: "Okay, okay, I said the wrong thing. If you want to beat, scold or bite, I will take care of you."

"I won't beat you I won't scold you, but you have to promise me that you will never mention this matter again."

Duan Shubai closed his eyes and promised: "Okay, okay, I promise not to mention this matter in front of you in the future, if it violates the oath , I'm a bastard tortoise." He swore swiftly, but quietly turned a blind eye, not mentioning this matter in front of Xiao Yuhe, but in front of others in the future... Hehehe.

He glanced at Xiao Yuhe, wondering if his Bai Pangpang could tell.

It may really be "one pregnancy and three years of stupidity", Xiao Yu and Yu Guang glanced at the pen and paper on the table, strangely did not point out the flaws in his sentence, "You can talk about it later, I won't let you off lightly, hehe , I won't spare you now."

Xiao Yu and Gougou pointed: "Come here"

"What?"

"Come here with your face."

Duan Shubai hesitated, and carefully put his handsome face into Xiao Yuhe's hands. Xiao Yuhe held his face with a smile, and painted on his face with high spirits. The place was itchy, "Have you finished the painting?"

"Not yet, just wait."

After Xiao Yuhe finished the second painting, he clapped his hands and said with satisfaction, "I will draw you a bastard first." , lest you break your oath when the time comes."

Xiao Yuhe thought this way: I want to enjoy the result first.

Duan Shubai with ink on his face was speechless: What kind of logic is this?

Draw me a bastard first, which means I can break my oath?

But what's the point of all this?

After the snowy wind stopped, it was sunny and warm for a few days in winter. The light snow melted, and the transparent and elegant sunlight fell on people's shoulders. It took a long time to feel a little bit of warmth. In the boundary of Yangzhou, there are only two or three light snowfalls a year. When the snow melts, it is as if it has never been here before. The only thing that remembers it is probably the green vegetables in the field, the immature cauliflowers that have been molested by Xiaoxue. , The bitterness faded away, leaving only bursts of sweetness in my heart.

"Qiu Ran, didn't you go out to bask in the sun? Why did you come back?" Xiao Yuhe wondered, the color of the winter outside just now suddenly became more intense, Qiu Ran was excited to go out to bask in the sun, but she didn't go out twice. retracted again.

Qiu Ran hugged her shoulders and shrugged, "My lord, the sun outside is so cold."

Xiao Yuhe laughed, and took a small unicorn to press walnuts for himself. He looked outside the house, and there was already a peach blossom on the peach blossom tree not far away. The red lanterns were hung up, and his husband said that he wanted to bring the whole city to celebrate a happy new year. Thousands of lanterns had been prepared long ago, and they were hung under the eaves of the wooden buildings and on the peach blossoms beside the road. On the tree, at a glance, the red lanterns are neatly arranged. In addition to the red lanterns, the branches of the peach trees are also wrapped with red colored silk. The decorations are extraordinarily festive when everything is dying.

Thanks to Duan Shubai's good design before, there is a wide road between the wooden buildings. In addition to rows of peach blossom trees, many ginkgo trees, crabapple trees, etc. were planted outside. I planted pear trees, jujube trees, loquat trees, etc. Although the winter in Yangzhou is cold, there are still some Xiao Yu and unrecognizable trees that are still green, and there are still patches of green on the treetops. Emerald green leaves.

The longevity flower in the corner blows the cold wind, and quietly blooms flower buds of different colors.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and Duan Shubai is leading people from door to door to deliver Spring Festival couplets and red paper. In addition, each household also has a string of fiery red super red peppers sent by their generals hanging at the door. The Spring Festival couplets presented by Duan Shubai contained words and sentences that Mr. Shi and a group of literati had thought up together, and those who could write afterward all ended up writing dozens of Spring Festival couplets. Spring Festival couplets at people's door.

Mr. Shi wrote several copies with great interest. His calligraphy is proficient and has a strong character. He is a well-deserved calligraphy handed down from generation to generation. Constantly grabbing.

"This pair is mine!"

"This pair is mine! Mr. Shi promised me..."

The quarrels between literati are always fierce, ingenious, elegant, and talking with ducks... Zhang Changle Blinking his eyes, he was amazed at the scene where "quoting scriptures" on the surface is actually no different from "shrew swearing at the street".

He was also forced to write dozens of Spring Festival couplets, and his hands were tired and paralyzed.

Duan Shubai wrote down more than a dozen Spring Festival couplets with great interest, walked to Zhang Changle in three steps and two steps, and patted the lieutenant on the shoulder with the corner of his mouth curled up. "Why are you sighing? Let me distribute the couplets together."

Zhang Changle Chang Le looked at Duan Shubai with an excited expression, his expression... he no longer knew what to look like.

In the eyes of those literati, Mr. Shi's calligraphy is hard to find, but in the eyes of the residents in the city, the general's calligraphy is their fanaticism. Duan Shubai's handwritten couplets have been enthusiastically sought after and welcomed by countless people. , as soon as it was taken out, it was immediately robbed.

"The general's handwriting is so beautiful!"

"General Duan is both civil and military!"

Zhang Changle: Obviously my handwriting is more beautiful.

Duan Shubai went out with the Spring Festival couplets, and a large group of people gathered around them. Even if they didn't get the general's calligraphy, they would still accept the Spring Festival couplets that the general touched. Block it, don't worry, every household has it."

"General, send the ones here first!"

"No, no, send the ones here!!!"

...

After going out for a circle, Duan Shubai carried the Spring Festival couplets in his hand They were all sent out, not only that, but he also dragged a group of small things back, all of which were small gifts from some city residents. He looked through them at random, and there were some beautiful paper-cuts. After cutting it out, Duan Shubai glanced at the picture of Naochun appreciatively, then he accepted the paper-cut and planned to go back and paste it on the window.

Going back to see Xiao Yuhe, Duan Shubai couldn't help bragging in front of his sweetheart: "Do you know how popular your husband's calligraphy is outside?"

Xiao Yuhe said with a smile: "How sought after?"

Duan Shubai He couldn't help but covered his mouth and smiled, he couldn't be blamed for being so proud today, the ten-year-old Gou Chaizi was wronged and praised, why shouldn't he be allowed to be complacent?

"As popular as you want, you haven't seen how enthusiastic they are surrounding me..."

Xiao Yuhe couldn't help but strike and said: "Are you sure they're looking at your handwriting, if you're not a general—"

"Hey——" Duan Shubai interrupted him with a wave of his hand in front of him: "No if This kind of thing." He blinked his eyes, wagged his tail, and his phoenix eyes were majestic: "I am their general, the lord of Xinyang City!"

After speaking domineeringly and proudly, Duan Shubai The rogue shakes off his boots and uses behavior to show that he doesn't care. He only enjoys the process of being praised, and he doesn't care about the reason.

He is a very transparent man!

Duan Shu quickly poured himself a cup of tea, took a few sips, his eyebrows were beaming and triumphant.

After learning that Xiao Yuhe was pregnant, Duan Shubai seldom drank in front of him.

Xiao Yuhe hugged his chest and squinted at someone who was extremely proud. This scene was really exciting. He curled his lips and reminded: "There is also my credit for this, don't forget, if it weren't for me Urging you to practice calligraphy, you, the lord of the city, will be humiliated in front of your citizens today."

Duan Shubai touched his nose, snorted and said, "What shame and shame, you can't expect Is your husband okay? Don't worry, my husband is smart, if I didn't practice my handwriting well, how would I come up with such a thing..." He is very self-aware.

Xiao Yuhe: "..."

So the reason you post Spring Festival couplets is to let others praise your words?