Chapter 801: Chapter 800: Floppy
“Brother, listen to yourself. Buying couplets shouldn’t be on you to pay. I’ve got the money, I’ll just buy them.” Jiang Changtao said openly.
Last year, he earned quite a bit following Jiang Changhai, so he didn’t mind spending a little now.
“Uncle Jiang, Brother Jiang, if you don’t mind, why don’t we just buy some red paper, and I can write couplets and the ‘Fu’ character for the family?” Fang Zhiyuan suggested.
“That sounds great, it’s settled then. This year, you will write the couplets and ‘Fu’ characters for our family,” Jiang Changhai decided right away. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel※fire.net
“Zhiyuan, you can write calligraphy?” Jiang Dashan asked with some reverence, because in his mind, those who could write with a brush were people of high cultural standing.
Fang Zhiyuan nodded slightly, “I know a little. I practice sometimes when I’m free.”
“Oh, Zhiyuan, you’re too modest. Dad, you don’t know, Zhiyuan’s writing is excellent, even better than the couplets sold at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative,” Jiang Changhai praised sincerely.
He had seen Fang Zhiyuan’s calligraphy. Although he didn’t fully understand it, the writing looked grand and free-spirited, exceptionally good overall.
Jiang Dashan agreed upon hearing this, “Then we’ll trouble you with our couplets this year.”
Seeing they decided to write them themselves, Jiang Changtao quickly said, “Okay, I’ll go buy some red paper at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.”
After saying this, he went back inside, put on a coat, and braved the cold wind to head to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
About half an hour later, Jiang Changtao came back with red paper.
Jiang Changhai moved the dining table indoors and spread the red paper on the table. The brush and ink were brought by Fang Zhiyuan from the town.
After grinding the ink, he waved the brush, smoothly writing out a pair of couplets.
Seeing the dragon-like calligraphy, Jiang Mianmian exclaimed, “Wow, Uncle Fang, your brush writing is amazing!”
She couldn’t do calligraphy well herself; her writing was soft and shapeless.
“Just a small skill, sorry to embarrass myself,” Fang Zhiyuan said modestly.
He wrote quickly and soon finished all the couplets and ‘Fu’ characters for the house, which Jiang Changhai’s brothers took to paste on the main door and house door.
The villagers passing by saw the couplets and curiously came over to ask, “Hey, Changhai, where did you get these couplets? The writing looks better than those sold at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.”
Jiang Changhai smiled proudly, “You can’t buy these couplets. They were written by Yu Cheng’s uncle himself.”
“Wow, Yu Cheng’s uncle wrote them? That kid is so talented. Hey, Changhai, I also have red paper at home. Could Yu Cheng’s uncle help us write some too?” the villagers asked.
“I can’t decide that for him. If you want to ask him, see, he’s coming out now, you can ask yourself.” As a few people were talking, Fang Zhiyuan came out of the house holding Laidi tenderly, coming to watch them put up the couplets.
The villagers were quite surprised to see Fang Zhiyuan holding Laidi.
Because their usual impression of him was as an ethereal young gentleman, warm and gentle, and now holding a little girl with a doting expression added a touch of everyday warmth to him.
The villagers even felt they could glimpse his future life of marriage and children through this scene. He was indeed a man worth entrusting one’s life to.
“What are you all standing around for? Didn’t you want to ask him to help write the couplets?” Jiang Changhai asked in confusion, seeing them standing there silent for a while.