Chapter 12 Invite him to a state-owned restaurant for dinner
Feng Mian whispered, "Matchmaker Xu felt sorry for me because of Gu Xiaopang's decision to cancel the engagement, so she gave me these things. I don't like them, so you can take them."
Feng Mian handed it to her and ran away. The little old lady was tired and couldn't catch up with her.
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The next day Feng Mian went to the street, intending to continue selling rubber bands.
If nothing goes wrong, I should be able to meet Gu Yuelin and talk to him about cooperative marriage.
She finished writing the essay last night.
I didn't expect to see an old man writing couplets at the venue, charging 20 cents a pair. His business was so popular that the line was long.
The harvest was great, and every household had a little money.
In order to bring good luck, everyone wants to buy a couplet to take home.
Fengmian stood aside and took a look, the one that sold the best was the most domineering one.
Let the wealthy settle down and sweep the poor out. Horizontal banner: Go straight to a well-off society.
Don't worry about whether it's neat or not. The key is that it's simple, direct and rough. Even people who have not been educated can understand its meaning as soon as they hear it, and everyone asks for it.
Feng Mian used to specialize in brush calligraphy, learning from a well-known master, so writing couplets was no problem for him.
Therefore, she decided not to sell rubber bands anymore and secretly went to the alley to buy couplet paper, wolf hair brushes, and ink.
He wrapped his head tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, and set up a stall in another area of the county town, writing and selling.
"Auntie, how do you sell this?"
aunt?
Okay, then I’ll call you auntie.
"Two cents."
"What? You want two cents for this too?" The middle-aged woman who was looking at the couplets was picky and made a sound of disgust.
"Mr. Zhu at the opposite market only sells for 20 cents, and he is a rich man."
Feng Mian said awkwardly: "Big sister, don't worry about the gentleman, just look at the words."
"I'm just talking about the handwriting. The other person's handwriting is so good, and yours is as bad as a chicken chop. You still want two cents?"
Feng Mian: “…” My handwriting looks like chicken chops?
It is obvious that I write better than that old man. After all, I learned from famous masters and have won many awards.
"Then shall I give you another word?" Feng Mian took out a Chinese character for "Fu".
The middle-aged woman looked at the word for a long time and asked, "What is this word?"
Feng Mian: “…” So you can’t read, then you say I write better than me?
"The word 'Fu' means blessing. The couplets are posted on both sides, and the word 'Fu' is posted on the door."
The middle-aged woman stared at the stack in her hand and said, "Give me another one."
Feng Mian's mouth twitched, "Okay, then give me another one."
After all, this was her first order. It would be unlucky if it failed.
The woman then paid two dimes and took away a pair of couplets and two "Fu" cards.
Later she also sold them in the same way. People here don’t care how well you write when buying couplets. They just recognize the old man across the street.
She wanted to compete with the old man for business, so she could only send more blessing characters.
Feng Mian sold by herself for about an hour, and then a familiar person stood in front of her.
"Two cents a pair, two blessings."
The man bent down and said, "You write, and I'll help you sell it."
Feng Mian was startled, looked up, and saw that the person coming was Gu Yuelin.
She guessed that Gu Yuelin would come that day, and sure enough.
"Are you done with your business?"
"Well, I didn't see you selling rubber bands, so I thought you weren't coming."
When Gu Yuelin arrived, he was responsible for collecting money for her.
Feng Mian just kept writing, and this way, he finished a lot faster.
"How come you can write big characters?" Gu Yuelin asked her in a low voice during his free time.
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