After a while, they finished pasting couplets at Yang Chuxia's house, and then took out another roll. "Let's go paste the ones at your house."
"We've already pasted them at my house," Ye Zi'an replied.
"You already pasted them? That was fast!"
Ye Zi'an laughed, "Yesterday evening, Third Aunt gave me the couplets. This morning, Qingrui and I pasted them, set off firecrackers, and then came over."
"In that case, let's go to the old house. Fugui and the others are pasting couplets there." Yang Chuxia almost forgot she had servants at her old house to do this.
Such a task could be completely left to Fugui and the others, but she thought that participating in the joyous event would be more fun for her.
When they arrived at the old house, Yang Da'an and Yang Xiaochuan were also pasting couplets.
"Sister Xiaxia, Brother Zi'an." Yang Qingbao was following his father, pasting couplets at the entrance of the old house, and called out when he saw Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi'an.
