"I'm afraid I can't help you," the village chief said, reaching out to free his hand from Wang Fugui's grasp.
Lu Yanqing took out the document from his sleeve and handed it to the village chief.
“When the land was purchased, the village chief was asked to be a witness. Under the village chief’s witness, Wang Fugui received the money, signed the papers, and sold the land to us,” Lu Yanqing said.
Sister Wang's crying stopped abruptly. She reached out to grab the document from the village chief's hand, but the village chief reacted quickly and put it away.
Not only did Sister Wang fail to get anything, but last night it rained heavily, making the ground slippery, and she slipped and fell flat on her face.
His chin was covered in dirt from hitting the ground, as was his mouth, and his teeth were covered in a black clump.
The people around burst into laughter at Sister Wang's comical appearance.
Wang Fugui quickly helped Sister Wang up.
The village chief handed the document to Lu Yanqing, and put on a serious face. "You all agreed to it before, and besides, the couple didn't make their fortune off your land."
"If you want to get rich, figure it out yourself. What kind of trouble are you causing here?" The village chief rarely put on a stern face.
The surrounding villagers burst into laughter.
"How can you just take back what you've already signed?"
"Wang Fugui, you saw that Madam Wen got rich, so you..."
"Hahaha."
"You're crazy for wanting to get rich, aren't you?"
The people around burst into laughter.
Wang Fugui wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"I won't sell! I..." Sister Wang couldn't read a single word, and she had no idea what the so-called documents were.
All she knew was that this land used to belong to her family, and now she didn't want to sell it anymore; she wanted it back!
Wang Fugui, who was standing next to her, reached out and pulled Wang Dajie back; he was losing face.
Amidst the laughter of the crowd and Wang Dajie's grumbling, Wang Fugui pulled her along as they went back.
The people dispersed.
The village chief sighed a few more times, "You should have sent someone to call me earlier. What a mess! In the future, if you need anything, just come to me directly."
The village chief is also a good person; he knows that Wen Nan's family is better off now, so he helps them whenever he can.
Lu Yanqing thanked her.
Wen Nan and Lu Yanqing had considered this possibility from the beginning, which is why they went to the village chief's house to ask him to help make contact and act as a witness.
The documents were then handed over to Lu Yanqing, who kept them in his study.
So... this matter is considered resolved.
Lu Yanqing was writing something in his study.
Wen Nan brought some pastries to the study and saw that Lu Yanqing's handwriting was powerful and vigorous, with strength in every turn.
“My husband’s handwriting is so beautiful.” Wen Nan sat on the chair next to her, propping her head up with one hand.
Lu Yanqing put down his pen.
"Can you write?" Lu Yanqing raised his eyebrows slightly, but then he remembered that Wen Nan had kept accounts at the food stall before.
She must recognize her, but Lu Yanqing hadn't said it yet.
Wen Nan blurted out crisply, "No way!"
Lu Yanqing smiled faintly, "Really not?"
He looked at Wen Nan with a pair of eyes, and then licked the ink off the brush in his hand.
Wen Nan said in a serious tone, "I really don't know how."
Wen Nan keeps accounts at the food stall, so she definitely does too.
Lu Yanqing was certain. But seeing Wen Nan's resolute attitude, he swallowed the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.
If she says no, then no, then it's probably not true.
Lu Yanqing had not yet spoken.
Wen Nan moved closer to Lu Yanqing and asked, "Husband, will you teach me personally?"
The woman's voice was soft and sweet, and her fingers gently tugged at Lu Yanqing's white sleeve. Her eyes were clear and bright, and she looked at Lu Yanqing expectantly.
Wen Nan's gaze was too intense. Lu Yanqing slightly turned her head away.
He gave up the seat next to him, and Wen Nan immediately squeezed next to Lu Yanqing.
"Let's learn a few simple ones first." Lu Yanqing said seriously, and as he spoke, he actually picked up a pen and was about to write a few simple words on the paper.
However, the woman pursed her lips slightly, indicating that she was not entirely satisfied.
“No,” Wen Nan retorted.
Wen Nan sat in a chair, and Lu Yanqing stood next to Wen Nan in another chair. Hearing Wen Nan's words, he picked up his pen.
"So what do you want to learn first?" Lu Yanqing asked.
"I want to learn my husband's name." Wen Nan smiled and looked up at Lu Yanqing, whose hand paused slightly.
The black ink dripped from the tip of the pen onto the white paper, spreading out in a blotchy pattern.
Lu Yanqing's ear tips turned slightly red.
Under Wen Nan's gaze, the three characters "Lu Yanqing" landed on the white paper in front of him with powerful strokes, revealing his sharp edge as he turned the brush.
The calligraphy on his hand was quite different from Lu Yanqing's scholarly and refined appearance.
Lu Yanqing possesses the reserved and refined temperament of a scholar, yet the characters he writes are all sharp and incisive.
It seems that the old saying "seeing the handwriting is like seeing the person" is not necessarily true, according to Wen Nan.
After Lu Yanqing finished writing, he handed the pen to Wen Nan. Wen Nan took the pen in his hand, and Lu Yanqing helped Wen Nan adjust his grip on the pen.
But Wen Nan's handwriting looks like a chicken crawling.
It's unbearable to look at...
"Husband, I don't know how to write it." Wen Nan looked up at Lu Yanqing with an innocent expression.
Lu Yanqing "..."
He remembered that Wen Nan had kept accounts at the food stall. Although her handwriting wasn't very good, it was still clearly legible.
But now, with the mess of things in front of him resembling chicken scratches, Lu Yanqing couldn't make out a single one of them. Was that his name?
Lu Yanqing reached out and took the pen from Wen Nan's hand. He leaned slightly to Wen Nan's side and wrote each stroke carefully.
Tell Wen Nan how to write it.
Wen Nan didn't read the words; she looked up and stared at Lu Yanqing's face.
"My husband's handwriting is so beautiful," Wen Nan praised happily.
"Your handwriting is beautiful. Look at the handwriting, why are you looking at me?" Lu Yanqing coughed and reached out to block Wen Nan's gaze. He simply couldn't ignore Wen Nan's burning gaze beside him.
He felt a little flustered, and his ears were starting to turn red. He spoke with a hint of urgency, even though practicing calligraphy requires calmness and tranquility.
He wrote the first few characters very smoothly, but he wrote the later characters as quickly as possible, and they weren't as well written as the first few.
"My husband is handsome too," Wen Nan said sweetly, tilting her head.
"Practice your calligraphy properly." Lu Yanqing reached out and turned Wen Nan's head back to look at him.
Wen Nan didn't move around randomly and became serious, but she just couldn't learn those three words no matter what.
"Husband, am I learning too slowly?" Wen Nan blinked.
Lu Yanqing glanced down at the person who was doing it on purpose.
That's all.
"It's because my name is too difficult to write." Lu Yanqing's voice was as gentle and warm as a mountain spring hitting rocks.
"Then please teach me again, my husband." Wen Nan tilted her head.
Lu Yanqing sighed, walked behind Wen Nan, and reached out to hold Wen Nan's hand that was holding the pen.
Lu Yanqing's fingers were very cold, while Wen Nan's hands were always warm with a slight temperature.
A smile flickered across Wen Nan's lips. "If only we'd done this earlier."
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