The village head was puzzled: "Why don't you write? It costs money to hire someone to write it." He suddenly laughed and said, "If you ask me to write it, my dog-crawling handwriting won't look good on the door."
The villagers were amused by his words, but still no one came up.
Someone said: "It's not that we don't want to, but we spent money to buy red paper, and it would be a pity if the writing is not good."
At a corner not far away, three generations of women from the Hu family were standing and looking at the big tree.
Qian snorted and laughed: "No one believes him, let's see how he can still be a teacher."
Hu Ajing moved her lips but didn't say anything.
Mrs. Fu breathed a sigh of relief. "If I can't be a teacher, I won't have any income. Their family only earns a few dollars from picking oyster mushrooms. They definitely can't survive in the village."
Qian said, "Mother, why don't we chop up that rotten tree so they can't pick the mushrooms?"
Mrs. Fu shook her head and said, "Keep it for now. People in the city love to eat mountain products, they call them mountain delicacies." Then she turned her head and said, "Ajing, go pick oyster mushrooms earlier next time, so that others don't get there first."
Only then did Hu Ajing respond.
Just looking at Fu Ciyi from afar like this made her heart flutter.
It would be great if I could stand next to him.
She couldn't help biting her knuckles, wanting to ask him to write the double happiness character for her. She could then stick them on doors, windows, walls, and furniture on the wedding day. Just thinking about it made her feel beautiful.
Not only that, if she asked him to write, she could stand beside him.
If her husband is him, her life in this world will not be in vain.
Mrs. Fu felt that her granddaughter had been silent, so she turned her head to look at her again. Seeing that she seemed to be infatuated with him, she quickly patted her forehead with her hand.
"What are you thinking about?"
Hu Ajing came back to her senses and pretended to be angry and said, "Grandma, I was thinking about whether I should kick their stall out."
"Don't bother trying. There are a lot of people watching right now. If you go and kick it, the villagers will think you're a shrew." Fu lowered her voice, "It will make it even harder to find your husband."
One word exposed her scars.
Hu Ajing was unhappy: "What's wrong with me that even coachman Li looks down on me?"
Coachman Li is ten years older than her, but he looks down on her.
"That's because Li the coachman knows he's not worthy of you." Qian was quite proud. "What are the conditions of the Li family? What are the conditions of our family?"
At this moment, Yan Funing took out a book from the writing stall.
"This is a book written by my husband. He wrote every word in it, stroke by stroke, without missing a single word. You can come and take a look. If you like the handwriting, you can ask him to write again. If there are any mistakes, we will compensate you with red paper."
She had a smile on her face and spoke in a soft voice that was pleasant to the ear.
Fu Ciyi raised his eyebrows. She actually brought a book he copied.
He got bolder and dared to touch his things without permission.
As he pondered, the corners of his lips rose unconsciously.
The villagers couldn't believe it and said one after another: "Even if you make a mistake, you can still pay with red paper. This is a good thing."
After saying that, they swarmed forward.
Although they were illiterate, the words in the book were so beautiful that the villagers couldn't help but want to touch them.
"I'm going to sell this book in a bookstore, so I can't let it get wrinkled."
Yan Funing calmly took the book away, not letting anyone touch it, with a harmless smile on her face.
When the villagers heard this, they stepped back and then scattered.
Yan Funing: "..."
What did she say wrong?
Even Fu Ciyi was confused.
The village head was even more confused: "Hey, why did you all run away?"
At the corner, the Fu and Qian families, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, laughed out loud.
"Look, even if I write something wrong and pay for it, no one will believe it."
"Yes, it's time to close the stall." Qian said, "Mom, let's go home."
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were ready to go back and called Hu Ajing.
Hu Ajing said, "Wait a little longer."
She wanted to look at Fu Ciyi a few more times.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didn't want to watch anymore, so they pulled Hu Ajing on the left and right, each taking a step forward, but before they touched the ground...
I saw many villagers running back one after another, holding red paper in their hands.
"Write it for me first."
"Write it to me first."
The villagers running in front rushed to hand the red paper to Fu Ciyi.
The three women of the Hu family were stunned on the spot.
The village head smiled and maintained order: "Don't worry, don't worry, everyone can write."
However, many villagers came running up from behind, pressing forward and completely ignoring the headman's instructions, as if being the first to write would bring good luck.
Yan Funing said, "Everyone, please don't crowd around. If you bump into the desk, your pen tip will tilt and you might end up making a mistake."
After hearing this, everyone quieted down.
Someone asked: "Since we can write double happiness characters, can we also write wedding couplets at the same time?"
"Of course I can," the village head said with a smile, "the teacher I found is very knowledgeable, and writing couplets is no problem for him."
"I want to write the double happiness character and also write wedding couplets."
"Yes, yes, I want one too."
The villagers consciously handed the red paper to Fu Ciyi in the order of first come first served.
Fu Ciyi picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and first wrote a double happiness character.
It drew applause and praise from the crowd.
Many villagers volunteered to help cut the red paper into squares and strips.
The villagers who had received the characters returned home. Once the news spread, neighbors came, even those from the neighboring village.
Some people even asked Fu Ciyi to write couplets with the word "Fu" for the coming year.
Someone praised him, saying, "The teacher is handsome, has beautiful handwriting, and writes couplets with profound knowledge. He will definitely be able to teach the children in the village school well."
Everyone nodded.
There was even a young lady who was about to get married. While gazing at the double happiness character on her hand, she persuaded her family to send her younger brother to the village school.
For a moment, the village was so lively that it seemed as if it was Chinese New Year again.
The three women of the Hu family became angrier and angrier as they looked at each other.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were angry because they had spent so much time and effort, but now it seemed like all their efforts were in vain.
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