After some discussion, Zhao decided to let Yingzi set up a stall in the county town, where there were many wealthy people who were more willing to spend money.
"How can I do that? This is your family's craft. If I were to sell it for money, how could I face you?"
"Auntie, please don't be so polite. This isn't much of a skill; it's just a way to make a quick buck."
Once everyone knows how to make potato chips, the business will no longer be able to continue.
Hearing Fang Qing say this, Yingzi agreed, and a few days later she went to the county town with Fang Zhengyi to set up a stall.
Before they knew it, it was December. Fang Zhengyi and his group had made some money in the county town. Just as Fang Qing had said, a few days after they arrived, someone in the county town had figured out how to make it.
But they also stood out because of the ingredients Fang Qing gave them. Many people asked them about the recipe, but they weren't stupid and naturally wouldn't give it to them. They were hoping that this reputation would last.
Fang Qing's family is also busy preparing for the Chinese New Year.
The private school was closed for the holidays, and Fang Qing and Zhao Shi'an hid in the room to practice calligraphy.
These were the lessons the teacher had given them, and they had to practice writing large characters twenty times a day.
Fang Qing studied diligently, but she still couldn't match Zhao Shi'an's writing.
I've never seen him practice pen control much on a regular basis, but when he actually writes, his writing is exceptionally neat.
Fang Qing struggled to hold the calligraphy brush, and her wrist ached after writing only a couple of characters.
"Sit down properly. Here, restrain your brushstrokes, and here, pull them out with effort."
As he spoke, Zhao Shi'an held her hand and taught her how to write the character for "person".
"Brother, you write so well."
She discovered a secret.
Zhao Shi'an was a genius; he learned what the teacher taught him very quickly, and his memory was even better than that of her, an adult soul.
There was also calligraphy practice. Fang Qing thought he wrote better than the teacher, but he never showed it to outsiders. Sometimes when the teacher asked for homework, he would just write something casually.
Even so, his calligraphy still earned him praise from the Master.
Why did Zhao Shi'an choose to hide his talents?
Fang Qing blinked her big eyes at Zhao Shi'an.
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