On the dining table, a plate of shiny red braised pork was served.
Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhangshi quickly picked up their chopsticks, picked up the braised pork, and put it into their mouths.
The meme still handed over the five yuan.
Although he was very unwilling.
"The braised pork is really delicious." Jia Dongxu kept praising.
"My grandson is really promising. He knows how to earn money.”
Jia Zhang-shi was eating a steamed bun with white flour and chewing on braised pork, oil splashing everywhere.
She was very satisfied with the way the meme tricked Silly Zhu today.
They hadn't eaten meat in a few days, so Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhangshi were also very greedy.
The chopsticks kept picking at the bowl. Soon, the mother and son had finished half of the bowl of red braised pork.
The stick was very dissatisfied. He had only eaten two pieces and his bowl was empty.
He knew this would happen.
Little Dang didn't eat a single bite. He could only dip his cornbread in the sauce and taste a little oil foam.
Qin Huairu did not even taste the oil foam.
......
A few days passed in a flash. Soon, it was the new year, and the rolling mill was about to have a holiday.
Han Qiye rode his bicycle back to the courtyard house and saw a group of people surrounding Yan Bugui at the entrance.
Silly Zhu, Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Qin Huairu, Xu Damao, Lou Xiao'e, and the others were all there.
Han Qiye took a look and realized that it was a couplet.
Every year, Yan Bugui would write couplets for his neighbors, but he would charge a fee, which was called a pen polishing fee.
Most of the residents in the courtyard house were factory workers.
Even if he wasn't illiterate, his handwriting was messy and crooked.
As a primary school teacher, Yan Bugui had good handwriting.
Therefore, the people in the courtyard were willing to ask Yan Bugui to write couplets every year during the New Year.
Yan Bugui could earn a few yuan by writing couplets for people during the New Year.
"Qiye, it's the new year. You're going to put up new couplets at home, right?”
When Yan Bugui saw him, he hurriedly called out.
Han Qiye was considered a rich man in the courtyard house. Yan Bugui had always wanted to take advantage of him, but he never had the chance.
"It's time to put up a new couplet." Han Qiye stopped.
It was almost New Year, so Han Qiye had to put up couplets at home.
"That's easy. Come and look for your Third Uncle. Third Uncle won't charge you too much.”Yan Bugui said with a smile.
In fact, Yan Bugui only charged eight cents per set for others.
However, he knew that Han Qiye was rich and could even afford a bicycle, so he wanted to take advantage of him.
The surrounding people also looked down on Yan Bugui's actions.
However, there were still people who couldn't bear to watch.
"Third Uncle, that's not fair. Everyone else gets eight points, but why is Han Qiye getting ten?”Lou Xiao'e said.
Han Qiye pursed his lips. He knew that Yan Bugui wanted to take advantage of him.
He could go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy his own ink, paper, and inkstone, and write his own couplets.
However, that was not worth it. The cost of the materials was much more expensive than writing a couplet.
"Third Uncle, I will write the couplet myself. Sell me two pieces of paper as the material fee.”
Han Qiye thought of the god-grade Calligraphy Skill Card he had obtained before.
"Han Qiye, you know how to write couplets?”Lou Xiao'e asked in surprise.
"I'm afraid it's uglier than a dog crawling.”Silly Zhu laughed.
Although his words were unpleasant to hear, the rest of the people nodded their heads in agreement.
"Han Qiye probably doesn't have that ability.”Qin Huairu thought to herself.
It was not easy to write a good calligraphy, especially to reach the level of writing couplets. It was impossible without decades of accumulation.
Even some cultured people couldn't guarantee that they could write a good calligraphy.
Many boys who studied science and engineering had messy handwriting.
"Qi Ye, let your Third Uncle write it.”Yan Bugui didn't believe that Han Qiye had such skill.
Even if Han Qiye's handwriting was good, Yan Bugui didn't think he could surpass him.
He was the most cultured person in the courtyard house.
Yan Bugui was also quite proud of this.
Even when he spoke normally, he would occasionally say a few ancient words to show that he was different from others.
"If you don't want to sell it, then forget it. I'll go home and write it myself.”Han Qiye smiled.
"Then give me five cents."
Alright, he had hit Yan Bugui's soft spot.
He wasn't willing to let such a big dog go.
Although it was only five cents, it was still money.
"Let's see how long you can pretend.”Silly Pillar scoffed.
Han Qiye took the brush from Yan Gui and dipped it in ink.
He was thinking about which font to use.
After thinking about it, he decided to use that ridiculous emperor's thin golden body.
Although Emperor Huizong of Song was absurd and was a subjugated monarch.
However, his calligraphy was also ranked among the best among many calligraphy masters.
"The fire tree and silver flowers make the night bright and the orioles sing; The country is prosperous and the people are peaceful.”
Soon, a couplet was written.
Yan Bugui was stunned.
Han Qiye's Skinny Golden Body was agile and powerful. Every stroke of his was like a sharp blade, yet also like a strong bamboo.
"Good handwriting, good handwriting. It's too beautiful.”Yan Bugui murmured to himself.
The words shattered the pride in Yan Bugui's heart.
Although Yan Bugui's handwriting looked good, when compared to Han Qiye's, it was like a primary school student's handwriting.
The thin gold body looked like a work of art.
"This is Skinny Gold!" Lou Xiao'e was also surprised.
Lou Xiao'e felt that Han Qiye's skinny golden body was no worse than the real thing.
It was not surprising that Lou Xiao'e could recognize it.
Her father, Lou Zhenhua, also known as Lou Bancheng, had a large collection of antique calligraphy and paintings at home.
Although Lou Xiao'e's family did not have a collection of calligraphy and paintings, she had seen them in the museum.
Although the thin gold body in the museum was authentic, it was a pity that there was the seal and signature of the Mad Demon Qianlong on the side.
It greatly lowered the value of the authentic works of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty.
"Qi Ye, can you sell me this couplet? I'll pay five, no, ten dollars." Lou Xiao'e looked at Han Qiye.
She had not thought of a gift to bring back to her parents 'home for the new year.
Now that she had seen this pair, Lou Xiao'e really wanted to take it down and give it to her father.
She believed that her father would also like it when he saw it.
However, Lou Xiao'e's words made this group of people's jaws drop even more.
When did a couplet become so valuable?
No matter how beautiful it was, it was just something Han Qiye casually wrote.
"Moth, you're such a loser. You don't know how expensive it is to be the head of the family, right?”Xu Damao was very dissatisfied.
Xu Damao was reluctant to spend ten yuan on a couplet.
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