After fleeing famine, I have thousands of acres of fertile land

The first thing I did when I got up in the morning was to exercise. My brothers who were studying had come back, so the group of people exercising expanded and everyone was exercising in a very good manner.

After practicing for half an hour and sweating a lot, they went home to wash up and agreed to come to Ye Qing's house to write Spring Festival couplets.

After breakfast, Ye Lao Da moved the table to the yard and took out all the red paper. Ye Qing helped cut the red paper while Ye Da Lang counted the number of pieces that had been pasted.

Ye Chenjing looked at everyone busy and felt a little depressed. "Qingya, am I the most useless person in the family? I can't help the family make money, and I also spend the family's money."

Ye Qing was a little surprised. Why did Fifth Brother suddenly think of this? "Fifth Brother, who said you are useless?"

"No one said anything. When the villagers distributed money a few days ago, some children took a lot."

"Fifth brother, you can't think like that. If you spend money now, you can still earn it back in the future. You can't just look at the present. Even if our village makes a lot of money in the future, it won't be able to keep it without someone to protect it. What you have to do is study hard and strive to pass the imperial examination."

Ye Chenjing was even more disappointed, "What if I spend money but fail the exam?"

Ye Qing wanted to laugh, knowing that his fifth brother was getting stuck in a dead end. "If you didn't pass the exam, then you didn't pass it. You can still work as an accountant, or find other jobs in the city. You will definitely earn more than being illiterate."

Ye Chenjing was not comforted. He felt that his whole family was making money but he was doing nothing.

Ye Qing felt a little distressed when he saw his fifth brother's lost look. "Fifth brother, it's a little late this year. Let's start selling couplets earlier next year."

"Selling couplets, is there anyone who wants to buy them?"

"Every family puts up couplets during the Chinese New Year. A pair of couplets sells for two cents. A piece of paper can be used to write five pairs. A piece of red paper sells for three cents. Try to calculate whether you can make money or not." Ye Qing was ready to convince him with data.

Ye Wulang calculated in his mind that if each family bought two pairs, he could sell a lot.

Ye Qing saw Ye Chenjing turning around, but he was still worried that he would get stuck in a rut in the future, and an idea flashed through his mind.

Ye Qing first went to discuss with Ye Lao Da, "Dad, my brother has been learning for so long, let him help the village write couplets for free, so that everyone can see my brother's learning situation, and it can also let my brother practice calligraphy."

Ye Lao Da heard what his two children had just said, and he was also very concerned about his youngest son. "Okay, let's do this. The village has helped our family a lot. Wu Lang, you can help the family and repay the favor."

Ye Chenjing's eyes were full of joy, but he was still a little hesitant. "What if people don't like my handwriting?"

"No, the couplets we bought at the market before were even worse. If you write more auspicious words, everyone will like it."

Ye Qing suggested, "Call the other brothers. How long does it take for each of us to finish writing the couplets for the whole village?"

Ye Dalang supported his younger brother with practical actions. He went to his second uncle's house to borrow a table and asked several people to write at the door.

After dinner, several brothers came over with red paper and writing brushes. When they heard that they were going to help the villagers write couplets, they were all very excited.

A few of them wrote couplets for their own families first. Old man Ye stood next to the children, watching them write big characters, and felt very pleased.

"Wulang, write more couplets about getting rich." Old Man Ye stated his request directly.

"May you have good fortune every year and peace and prosperity every year." Ye Qing read out the couplet that Ye Chenjing had just written.

"This is good. It means both peace and wealth. It sounds very auspicious." Old Man Ye nodded with satisfaction.

Ye Chenze stopped writing and read out what he had written. "The red sun shines on the house and brings wealth. The spring breeze brings blessings to the home."

"This is also good. Liu Lang, ask your father to stick it on the door."

"Grandpa, I'll send it back now and let my dad stick it on." Ye Chenze was very happy to be praised.

The others were not willing to be left behind, so they read out their works after writing them, and Old Man Ye praised each of them.

The noise here was heard by other people in the village, "Qingya, what are you doing? Wulang's handwriting is really good."

"Aunt Niu, my brother will write Spring Festival couplets for everyone for free. Just bring the red paper over."

Aunt Niu was about to find someone to help her write, but when she heard Ye Qing say that he could do it for free, she turned back home to get some red paper. As the number of people increased, she could no longer get a chance to wait in line.

Aunt Niu came over with two pieces of red paper and said, "Wulang, please help me write some words about getting rich and having a prosperous livestock."

Ye Chenjing dipped some ink and started writing. Ye Qing read beside him, "Everyone is happy when the crops are abundant, and everyone is happy when the livestock is prosperous."

I helped Aunt Niu write six couplets before I stopped writing.

"Wulang, your study in this private school was not in vain. You write very well. Study hard in the future." Aunt Niu took the couplet and left with satisfaction. After a while, she came back with two eggs in her hand and gave them to Ye Chenjing.

The other people looked at the eggs in Ye Wulang's hand with envy, which was a recognition of Ye Wulang.

With Aunt Niu’s publicity, everyone had no time to envy her. More and more people came and everyone became busy.

Grandpa Sun walked out of the house and looked at his two grandsons writing couplets with ease, his face full of pride.

"Grandpa Sun, you have raised two good grandsons."

Grandpa Sun couldn't stop smiling, with eggs and peanuts stuffed into his hands by the villagers. No one who came to write couplets came empty-handed.

Boss Ye lit a few charcoal braziers and placed them at the children's feet.

They wrote for the whole morning, and the basket on the table was filled with things. Ye Qing looked at the mental state of the fifth brother, which was completely different from the loss in the morning.

By the evening, the couplets in the village were almost finished. If there were any more that one wanted to write, they could take them to the study to write. It was too cold outside, so the table would not be set up.

The children in the village admired them. Some of them even asked to go to school, and the elders at home wanted to set off firecrackers to thank them.

During dinner, Old Man Ye looked a little unhappy. "Boss, bring the wine, let's drink some."

"Old man, you are so old, why are you still drinking? The boss has something to do tomorrow and can't drink with you." Li was worried about Old Man Ye's health and generally didn't let him drink.

"Dad, are you worried about something? Just tell me and I will help you solve it." Boss Ye asked.

"Boss, we are here to escape famine, and the elderly are still in our hometown. We can't go to the mountains during the holidays."

Hearing this, Ye Lao Da felt uncomfortable. His grandparents loved him the most, but he couldn't send them money during the New Year.

"Boss, go find the headman tomorrow and see what the clan's rules are. See if we need to offer sacrifices to our ancestors. We'll send some money over."

Ye Laoda agreed repeatedly and persuaded Ye Laohan to eat vegetables. The atmosphere in the room eased a little when several children talked about writing Spring Festival couplets.

Old Man Ye looked at his children, still wondering what to do. What if the ancestors were unhappy and no longer blessed the children?