Nine brothers group pet sweet buns

He was suffocating a little, the eldest brother and his family were in the city, and they finally came back, so they didn't ask him to sit there for a while.

But think again, who is to blame?

Now that the two brothers have come to this point, his family's problems are even bigger, no wonder the eldest brother's family.

Some feelings, once born, will never come back.

From now on, let's live like this!

The eldest brother walks on the Yangguan road of the elder brother, and he walks on his single-plank bridge.

When Su Shan had such thoughts, he suddenly realized that the elder brother's family was different from before.

Everyone in the Su family didn't know that Su Shan was undergoing deep self-reflection.

They delivered the lo mei they were supposed to deliver, and they were busy tidying up the house for the last time. Everything was cleaned up, and they were ready to paste the couplets.

Su Xiaoba and Su Xiaojiu took the paste to the gate to paste the couplets, and saw Su Jiujiu also came over with the red paper.

"I heard that Ciliang of your family is writing couplets. Come here and ask for help to write some." Su Jiujiu said this to Grandpa Su, very politely.

Grandpa Su hurriedly said with a smile: "For a long time, what you said is right, it's not enough, you can't ask for it."

"The word Ciliang is beautiful, much better than me!" Su Changjiu praised.

His words are really unrefined, but because no one in the brigade wrote them, he had to rush the ducks to put them on the shelves.

It's all right now, there are capable people in the brigade.

Speaking of which, only the children of the old Su family were promising in the whole brigade.

After the captain came, many people came to ask for couplets.

Anyway, Su Ciliang spent the whole day busy writing couplets.

Some families brought their children here and said enviously that it would be great if their children could have the promise of Su Ciliang.

Poor Su Ciliang, who won a national award, wrote so many characters for the first time in his life, and it was contributed to the Spring Festival couplets of the Red Heart Brigade.

Fortunately, most of the people in the brigade are very particular. When asking for couplets, they not only bring red paper, but also bring a handful of candy and an egg, which is what it means.

But there are some exceptions, such as Liu Xiuying.

Liu Xiuying always took it for granted, especially when facing the old Su's family.

She heard that Su Ciliang was writing couplets, so she came directly to the door without being polite at all.

"Ciliang, you can also write a few couplets for our family. Anyway, my old man is your grandfather's younger brother."

There was a gentle smile on Su Ciliang's face, the boy's sunny smile dazzled everyone.

"Okay, Second Mistress, how many pairs do you want? Which door should they be posted on? Do you want to write some blessings?"

Liu Xiuying suddenly felt that the boy was not so annoying anymore, he was still sensible.

Liu Xiuying thought that she had really taken advantage of it today, so she started counting with her fingers.

"You need to put stickers on the upper room, the east and west side rooms, the kitchen, the wing room, oh, and the door. Since it is written, there must be a pair on the door of the firewood house, and there must be a pair on the door of the chicken pen and pig pen..."

Liu Xiuying babbled on and on, and Grandma Su couldn't listen to the people who were sitting on the kang and making dumplings around the kang table, so she almost stood up and quarreled.

"Okay, Second Grandma, no problem!" The young man smiled lightly, but the man was still tall and tall, and he didn't even make a slight gesture of possessing him.

Liu Xiuying looked at it for a long time before asking in doubt: "Why don't you start writing? What else is there to pay attention to?"

Liu Xiuying didn't like to hear what the bright and sunny boy said.

"Second Grandma, you can write as many couplets as you want. As a grandnephew, I will definitely write them carefully and beautifully."

"It's just, where is your red paper? Without paper, I can't write."

"Red paper? Why, write a few couplets for my second grandfather, and also want red paper?"

Liu Xiuying stared wide-eyed and patted her thigh in disbelief.

She looked like Su Ciliang had done some heinous thing.

Su Ciliang looked at the sky, it was getting late, and the sun was going to set soon.

He stretched his waist and arms, then spread his hands and said: "You didn't say it earlier, if I had said it earlier, I would have prepared more red paper, but you didn't say it, and I didn't prepare it in advance either."

This, of course, is casual.

Even Liu Xiuying knows it, it's just casual talk.

But what this kid said is still reasonable.

Every household, there is only a little red paper, who has extra for others?

"Why don't you, Second Mistress, let my eldest brother go to the town to buy it right now? It means that our family's share has been used up, and we have to use your family's. Do you think it's okay?"

Su Ciliang still had a gentle smile on his face.

Seeing it, Liu Xiuying only felt prickly.

Just know that Su Chuan's family doesn't have a good person, write two couplets, and still want to ask for his family's red paper, do you think she is a fool?

In the end, Liu Xiuying took the red paper and wrote the couplets by herself, but she didn't write the chicken pens, sheep pens, or the door of the woodshed.

Seeing Liu Xiuying cursing and going away, the people who were still waiting to write couplets at Su's house burst into laughter.

"The word Ciliang is really well written! After all, she is a child who is going to college, and she is promising!"

The other brothers of the Su family: "..."

They also went to college, but they also can't write calligraphy, so how do they count?

What the Red Heart Brigade pays attention to is that the couplets must be pasted up before the sun goes down, and the house must be tidy.

Therefore, before the sun sets, the couplets must be finished.

After seeing off the last person, the Su family, which had been in a hurry for a long time, finally calmed down.

At this time, the half-drawn red sun sprinkled the golden light over the whole village, adding a touch of brilliance to the ancient village.

Grandpa Su took out the firecracker and said with a smile, "Boys, come out and set off the cannons! I wish life will be loud and prosperous in the coming year!"

This is when Grandpa Su is the proudest. Although he prefers Su Xiaotian, Grandpa Su knows that his son is the root of the family.

Especially at times like this, having more children and more blessings is very attractive.

The whole family followed Grandpa Su and chanted auspicious words such as prosperity.

Especially Su Xiaosi, who is a money fan, after he finished talking about it, he still thought about whether or not he should worship the God of Wealth.

When Su Xiaosi brought up this topic, she was stopped by Grandma Su.

Grandma Su solemnly took incense, paper money and the like to the river to worship the Dragon King.

That's right, in Grandma Su's heart, no matter how important the God of Wealth is, can it be as important as the Dragon King?

Seeing Grandma Su's actions, Su Xiaotian began to wonder if she was so deceitful back then.

She remembered the jade dragon she got down from the mountain again, and thought about it, she still had to tell Grandma Su about it.

Su Xiaotian saw that Grandma Su still took paper money, guessing that her grandma was going to burn paper money for her little aunt, so she pestered Grandma Su to go with her.

Grandma Su didn't want to take the rest of the family with her. She missed her little girl and wanted to cry.

But what Su Xiaotian said was well-founded, so she could only take it with her.

Grandpa Su packed paper money, fruit offerings, etc., and took his children and grandchildren to visit the grave.