When Sang Bai got up, Xia Shijie had already set up a seat in the living room of his home, and a large wooden coffee table was the battlefield where he played.

The ink was already done, the red paper had been cut into Spring Festival couplets, and some characters were folded out at roughly the positions, and the table was spread one by one.

The two brother-in-law there were wearing autumn clothes and pants, with panda eyes, and yawning from time to time. They looked like they didn't sleep well, which was different from the clinical manifestations of sleeping like Sang Bo.

No need to watch, the two brothers-in-law will definitely get together to play xbox, otherwise they wouldn't have reacted like this from this time.

The two guys were panda eyes, and they had to deal with the two little nephews while cutting paper.

These two little things are now energetic and as if they are equipped with three small motors. They drag the paper while others are not paying attention and then they want to fiddle with the paper-cutting knives in the hands of their two uncles.

Xia Weijun and Xia Weiguo dared not let them touch the paper cutter knife, and they would shout from time to time.

However, every time they scolded, the two little things would slung their mouths, not just crying, just to show that they were unhappy and became emotional.

Next, he would swing his two short legs to hug his grandfather's legs. One of them would just split his legs, and then he would perform a grievance.

Xia Shijie was very angry and felt that he was about to vent his talent. When he was about to vent his talent, he found that his legs were being held. His two pairs of small hands strangled his Shusheng to his two calves.

Xia Shijie put down the pen in his hand, bent his waist slightly, picked up two young grandchildren with one hand, and sat back on the sofa.

"My two little guys, what's wrong? When you meet something, let grandpa see it. Oh, don't you be afraid of it when you meet it. We are two little men. What are we afraid of if we feel a little hurt? When you meet something, you cry. That's a little girl, we are not..."

While looking for a place to touch, the old man muttered to comfort the two precious grandchildren.

"Uncle, uncle, fight, fight!"

Sang Yu is a kid who is accustomed to complaining.

When the two brothers Xia Weiguo heard this, they immediately became energetic and asked at their two nephews here: "I can beat you very much!"

The two little things hid their heads into grandpa's neck: "I'm afraid, uncle, beat me!"

Xia Shijie immediately looked at his two sons coldly, and immediately let the two guys know what it means to have a different generation of relatives.

If the eyes could kill people, the Panda Eye brothers would now enter the crematorium.

And when he entered, he was kicked in by someone on the head and kicked in.

"You two have nothing to do, what are you doing to scare your children? Show your ability?"

Xia Weiguo opened his mouth and explained: "Dad, these two little things come over and have to play with paper cutters. Can we let them play with them? What if they are injured?"

"Then I can't say it carefully, it's a matter of scaring the child."

He changed his face and smiled kindly: "The knife cannot be played with, I want to cut my hands..."

Xia Weiguo wanted to speak out, but Xia Weijun stopped him.

"My good brother, you haven't seen the family status yet?"

Speaking of this, he broke his fingers up: "These two little things are the first, and the second ranking is in no particular order. Next is the mother, then the father, then the brother-in-law, and then the other one is the sister."

"We both ended up?" Xia Weiguo said in surprise.

"Bad, we have autumn harvest ahead of us! This is our location," said Xia Weijun.

Xia Weiguo was stunned for a while and asked, "Who is in front of us?"

Xia Weijun said angrily: "You are in the front, are you in the front?"

Xia Weiguo said happily: "That's good!"

Xia Weijun was angry for a moment. I wonder how to say that he is the eldest brother. You are not stupid, but you are smart. Can you think this look be considered a good person?

After soothing his two hearts, Xia Shijie returned to his post and began to brew in his heart. After five or six minutes, he might feel that his talent cannot transcend books and has not yet reached the level of overflowing.

So I opened a thick book of the couplets and began to search.

I quickly found a satisfied one and wrote it on red paper:

Good governance and reform add beautiful scenery,

Things are prosperous and people are prosperous and open to glory.

Zhao Meiling walked over at this time, took a look and said, "This pair is well written, and it is appropriate."

"That's sure, we don't have this enlightenment yet?"

Xia Shijie was also very satisfied with the couplet he chose.

After writing, I put it aside and waited for the ink to dry, and then prepared to write a pair, my two little legs came over with pointed hearts.

"Oh, this cannot be touched, I haven't done it yet, my little beloved..."

Seeing the two little things reaching out to touch them, Xia Shijie immediately became nervous, put down his pen and picked up the two little grandsons.

"Autumn harvest, autumn harvest"

Xia Shijie shouted at the top of his throat.

Qiushou's big head was half poked out of the room. When he saw two humanoid brothers, he knew that he was alive. He slowly came to a corner of the living room and lay down, looking like the boss was unhappy.

Xia Shijie quickly brought the two children over.

Autumn Harvest has one claw ring, and two small things want to run away, it is impossible. Even if they run a few steps, they will pull their pants or clothes back.

It’s also strange that when others restrict their movements, the two little things will definitely cry loudly, but when Qiu Chong does this, the two little things will not cry at all, and will giggle like a little hen that lays eggs.

Sometimes children's happiness is that simple.

Back next to the coffee table, Xia Shijie continued to flip through the couplet book and wrote down the one he liked.

After Sang Bai finished washing up, he came to the living room and saw his father-in-law writing couplets, so he praised: "Dad, your handwriting is more graceful than last year!"

"Is that so? To be honest, I practice calligraphy whenever I have time this year. I feel that I have some experience and a bit of Liu Gongquan's style... The sword is sharpened by the sharpness, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

Sang Bai had a smile on his face, but he was so happy: I said father-in-law, I was just holding you up, and I didn’t let you have a funny joke. Judging from what you said, you are so kind of Liu Gongquan’s style, so I asked you if you believe it or not?

"Well, yes, it's a bit like Liu Gongquan. It looks the most similar to this one." Sang Boyan was insincere.

See, this is the treacherous ministers in this world.

The two brothers-in-law had a knife-wielding eyes and they immediately peeled off their brother-in-law's skin.

"Born in the Song Dynasty, he was Qin Hui, and born in the Ming Dynasty, he was a man who would rather play with me," Xia Weijun murmured in a low voice.

"Yes, yes! Second brother, who am I?"

Xia Weijun said: "Traitor".

Originally, Xia Weijun wanted to change to Fan Wencheng, but when he thought of Fan Wencheng's wife, he would rather play with me. This is his own sister and brother-in-law.

Sang Bai heard the muttering of his two brother-in-law, but he didn't want to pay attention to them.

Watching the old man splashing ink and writing.

The wind moves orchids in,

The sound of birds chasing in spring comes.

"Okay, okay, this artistic conception is enough." Sang Bai clapped his hands again.

While everyone was doing their own jobs, Zhao Meiling pushed the door and walked in at the door.

"The paste is cooked, should I take it now or what?" Zhao Meiling asked the man in the room.

Xia Shijie said without raising his head, "Wait a moment, there will be two more pictures left to finish."

"Okay, I'll come and have a look after it in a few minutes." Zhao Meiling said and left.

After writing the last two pairs, Xia Shijie put down his pen, rubbed his right wrist gently, and nodded at his results with satisfaction.

"Xiao Bai"

"Hey, Dad, I'm here." Sang Bai stood beside the old man.

The old man picked up a pair and handed it to Sang Bai's hand: "This is on the gate, you and Wei Guo go and post this gate together."

"Okay!"

Sang Bai took the couple, waved his head at Xia Weiguo, and the two of them left the door.

When he arrived in the yard, Xia Weiguo picked up a bench and followed his brother-in-law Sang Bai, and walked out of the door to put the bench at the door.

Seeing Sang Bai and the others coming out in the pot house, Zhao Meiling came over with a small steel basin, and there was a shabu-shabu handle in the middle of the basin.

Sang Bai put the couplet on the bench, took the basin and used the handle of the shabu on the door, and brushed the backs of the door pairs with paste.

First pick up the horizontal banner and gesture on the door eyebrows.

"Turn a little left, it's a little bit right..."

Xia Weiguo began to command.

Sang Bai moved a few times before hearing a sound of ok from behind, so he put the horizontal banner on the eyebrows of the door.

There are also door hangings for sticking the solid paper. This is a unique thing on the gate. Sangbai has never seen it before, but it can be pasted in every household in the village. It seems like paper cutting and other things will float when the wind blows.

The gate of Sangbai family is big, so they have to post about thirteen or fourteen, but he has to post about twenty.

It's easy to stick it, just line it up from the door to the other side, and there is no difference between high and low. Anyway, as long as it's not too wrong, this thing is pretty.

Next is the left and right couplets.
To be continued...