The dense clusters of flowers are festive and auspicious.

The chubby little boy holds a fat carp in his arms, which means good fortune and many children.

In addition, there are also golden roosters crowing and magpies climbing branches.

Lifelike, vivid.

Yang Ruoqing was dazzled by the sight.

Yang Huazhong was on the side helping Sun.

The man glanced at Yang Ruoqing's surprised look and couldn't help but laugh.

He sounded proud, "Paper-cutting is a test of your skills. There are many people in every village in the country who can cut paper."

"Perhaps your mother's haircut is as good as yours, and there are so many different styles that you really can't choose just a few," he said.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes were sparkling.

"Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had this craft?" she asked.

Sun was stunned for a moment.

"What's there to say? It's like using shoes to sew clothes, and you can't make a living out of it." Mrs. Sun said disapprovingly.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the paper-cut in her hand, "Why can't we eat such beautiful paper-cuts? If we sell them in the town, we will definitely make money."

"Especially since it's the twelfth lunar month now, people who are getting married and getting married are all rushing to get married now."

"If we sell this beautiful paper-cut, we will definitely sell it."

What's more, this red paper is not expensive and the cost is low.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun temporarily put down the scissors in her hand and looked at Yang Huazhong.
Chapter completed!