He practiced for a long time before achieving such results. His family was too poor and he was looked down upon by his classmates. He could only study hard and improve himself to be noticed by the teacher.

But apart from being able to write well, he doesn't seem to have anything else to show for it.

So when he saw that Doudou could write such words at such a young age, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"No, these words were not written by me. They were written by my mother. My words are in the yard. My mother said that they would be kept there to prevent the wind from blowing away the couplets I wrote." Doudou said.

Gu An was stunned for a moment, then he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was overthinking it. How could a five-year-old child write such words?

However, he didn't expect that a woman like Xie Yunjiao could write such words.

In his eyes, Xie Yunjiao was just a vulgar rural woman.

"Uncle San, do you want to see the couplet I wrote? Dad and Mom both praised my writing for being beautiful." Doudou asked.

Originally, Gu An had no interest, but in order to get Dou Dou to talk, he had to casually look in the direction Dou Dou pointed.

When he saw the words "adequate food and clothing" posted on the kitchen door, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

The brushwork and the strokes of the pen are all better than his!

He simply didn't believe that these words were written by Doudou. How could it be possible!

He had trained hard for over ten years, yet he couldn't even beat a child? This was ridiculous!

"Doudou, are you mistaken? That wasn't written by you, was it? Did your mother buy the couplet in town?"

It's not impossible. In order to make a living, many down-and-out scholars in the town would set up stalls to help people write and read letters. During the Chinese New Year, they would help people write couplets to make money.

The Master said that those people brought shame to scholars. Scholars read the books of sages for the sake of the country and the people, not to sell their knowledge for a small amount of silver.

However, Gu An did not agree with the teacher's words. He felt that people would starve to death if they had no money to eat, so he didn't care whether it would be embarrassing or not. He had to fill his stomach first.

But he is also a person who cares about his reputation, and he will never let himself fall to such a state.

"No, I wrote all the couplets in the yard. Look at the couplets I wrote for my mother and father. It was my mother who asked me to write them. They say, 'Go out and seek wealth, and live in peace and security.'"

Gu An stared at the couplets intently, as if he was staring two holes into them.

He clenched his hands tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and he was extremely angry.

Doudou only started learning this year. How come he can write such characters without going through long-term practice? It’s really enviable!

"Uncle San, are you okay?" Doudou raised his hand and waved it in front of Gu An, his tone worried.

Because he saw that Gu An's face looked very ugly, he thought he was not feeling well.

"I'm fine."

Gu An almost fled in panic. He didn't dare to stay any longer, otherwise he was afraid that he would want to strangle Doudou to death.

"Doudou, who are you talking to outside?"

Xie Yunjiao heard the noise and walked out of the kitchen.

"It was Uncle San. He praised the beautiful couplet written by my mother. But he didn't praise mine. Is it because my handwriting is too ugly?" Doudou looked at Xie Yunjiao in a depressed mood.

"How could that be? It's because your handwriting is so beautiful that your Third Uncle is jealous." Xie Yunjiao rubbed Doudou's head. "Don't talk to your Third Uncle from now on. How could he not praise your beautiful handwriting? This is simply unreasonable!"

Doudou was amused by Xie Yunjiao and was no longer sad. A smile appeared on his little face.

Suddenly, they heard a noise coming from Doudou's room, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

Xie Yunjiao and Doudou looked at each other and hurried towards the room.

When they opened the door, they saw the boy looking at them defensively with a look of fear on his face.

"Are you okay?"

Xie Yunjiao pretended to help him, but he dodged her: "Where is this place?"

His throat was so dry that it felt like it was on fire, and the words he spoke sounded hoarse and unpleasant as if they were squeezed out.

"This is our home. We rescued you." Xie Yunjiao moved closer. "Don't you remember me?"

The boy shook his head warily: "I don't remember."

Xie Yunjiao thought about it, and suddenly took a deep breath, making her face puff up, as if she had gained weight.

"Do you remember now?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then he remembered: "It's you!"

"That's right," Xie Yunjiao smiled embarrassedly, "I was too fat before, but now I've lost weight. It's normal that you don't recognize me."

After confirming Xie Yunjiao's identity, the boy was not as nervous as before.

When he saw Gu Huai, his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.

He remembered Gu Huai. It was Gu Huai who broke into that room and rescued everyone.

"Child, what's your name? Where do you live? Do you have any relatives?" Gu Huai asked.

The boy's eyes darkened, a trace of sadness in them: "My parents died in the war. I came here to seek refuge with my relatives, but I can't find them."

The boy looked at Xie Yunjiao and the others with a sympathetic expression, then said stubbornly, "I, Lian Jin, am not a weakling and do not need sympathy."

Looking at his stubborn and unyielding appearance, Xie Yunjiao couldn't help but smile, but she felt bitter in her heart.

This child is very similar to her in her previous life. She keeps to herself and seems to be covered with thorns. She never gets close to anyone and doesn't want to accept favors from others.

If someone is nice to her, she will be twice as nice to them because she doesn't want to owe them any favors.

Although I have a few good friends around me, there is no one I can truly confide in.

She knew that it wasn't that those people didn't want to open up to her, but that she herself didn't want to.

"Who said we should sympathize with you? You're wearing our Doudou's new clothes and living in our house. Do you have to work to make up for the money?"

Lian Jin was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, I'll work for you to earn money, but how much is the monthly salary? Does it include food and accommodation?"

This kid really thinks he can be of any help.

"I can chop wood, sweep the floor, and..." Lian Jin scratched his head. It seemed that he didn't know much, but he had to think of a few more. Otherwise, what if Xie Yunjiao and the others thought he was useless and didn't want him anymore?

"That's enough. You can be Doudou's book boy and study with him. If someone bullies him, you can help me fight him back. Don't be polite. If he gets hurt, let me take care of it."

"Can I go to school together as a book boy?" Lian Jin suddenly became excited.

He used to go to school, but later his parents passed away and he couldn't even afford to eat, so he couldn't pay the tuition and had to drop out of school.

"Since you're studying with Doudou, you'll naturally learn some knowledge, but how much you can learn depends on your ability."

"Okay, I'm willing," Lian Jin paused and said, "How much is the monthly salary?"