The almanac is truly a magical thing.
Just a few days ago, the rain and snow were incessant, and it was so cold it could freeze an old dog to death.
But on New Year's Eve, the sky suddenly cleared up, and the temperature warmed up so much that people wanted to take off their padded jackets and just wear a couple of layers of light clothes.
After breakfast, Yang Ge stood on a stool outside his yard door, holding red paper couplets smeared with paste, and asked Fang Ke, who had come over for an early meal, "Is it straight?"
Fang Ke replied, "Tilt it a bit to the left, more... There! Straight!"
Yang Ge fixed the couplet in place, hopped off the stool to take a look, and then moved the stool under the lintel.
Fang Ke handed him the horizontal scroll, and Yang Ge, holding it up to the lintel, motioned, "Is it straight?"
Fang Ke responded, "Straight!"
Yang Ge affixed the scroll and jumped down from the stool, clapping his hands together, "All done!"
