The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, every household puts up Spring Festival couplets! Speaking of Spring Festival couplets, the village chief is worried.

There are people in Daxi Village who can read, but these days pens, ink, paper and inkstone are too expensive. Who would waste paper, ink and brushes just to practice calligraphy? So no one can write.

In the past, there was a scholar among the ancestors of the Zhang family in the village. Unfortunately, this scholar had passed away many years ago. In previous years, the scholar was invited to write Spring Festival couplets for everyone.

In recent years, the village chief has invited a gentleman from another village to write Spring Festival couplets for the villagers. Of course, inviting a gentleman to write couplets requires some payment. In addition to offering a pot of wine and fifty copper coins, the old gentleman must also be treated to a sumptuous meal.

However, the situation is different this year. The epidemic is rampant and Daxing Town is under lockdown. Where can they find a gentleman who can write to write Spring Festival couplets?

The village chief thought about it and realized that since so many noble people had come to their village, they would definitely be able to write. He thought that if he could invite these noble people to write Spring Festival couplets for every household in his village, he could also share some of their blessings, and his village would surely be blessed with good fortune.

The more the village chief thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good thing. So, he boldly came to ask to see the Mu brothers and sisters.

The village chief had also been blindfolded when entering the bamboo forest. The moment he saw the gate of the Mu Mansion and took off his blindfold, he was filled with shock and terror. He had been to this very house once before, twenty years ago, and the blood-stained white walls and floor were still horrifying. Standing at the doorway of this house again today, the shadow in his heart widened.

Just when his legs were too weak to move, Chen Kang, who was guarding the gate, saw him and hurried over to support him and lead him to the study.

The large study was bustling with activity. A group of people gathered around the small tea table. Yun Qing, Mu Qingcheng, Mo Yu, and Liu Liu sat at the table. Behind them stood Zi Jin, Zi Pei, and Mo Yun Mo Bing.

The four people sitting are playing poker, and the four people standing are watching.

That's right! They were playing poker. The reason for this incident started when Yun Qing asked Mu Qingcheng to play Go. Of course, Mu Qingcheng didn't know how to play Go. She could only play Gomoku at best, but Yun Qing insisted on teaching her.

As a result, these two colors of black and white made Mu Qingcheng vomit. Or, you could say she was tortured.

She hand-painted a deck of playing cards as a prank and secretly gave it to Mo Feng to ask someone to make two decks outside.

After getting the playing cards, she carefully avoided Yun Qing and quietly called Mo Yu and Mo Xue.

She enthusiastically taught them how to play Landlord. Since Moyu and the others had already learned Arabic numerals, playing poker was no problem. Although they didn't recognize the symbols for check, circle, card, and ace, she only needed to explain them twice and they quickly understood.

Mu Qingcheng was thinking in her mind that she would take out the cards when they were keeping vigil on New Year's Eve. Everyone knew how to play except Yun Qing. She would give him a good beating to avenge the beatings he had suffered in the past two days of playing Go.

However, what is unexpected is that the few people who learned how to play Landlord seemed to be possessed.

Can't stop, can't stop at all.

First, Long Yingwei was attracted over, and then Liuliu, a math idiot, was also sucked in. As expected, learning while playing makes one learn faster. Liuliu, a math idiot, recognized all the playing cards after only two rounds.

Only Zijin was a little reserved and did not join the battle. However, he was often called by them as a substitute.

Before long, the entire house turned into a large-scale Landlord game.

This matter alarmed Yun Qing in less than a cup of tea. Yun Qing had no choice but to be dragged into the battle.

Mu Qingcheng originally thought that Yun Qing had never learned Arabic numerals and he must not even be able to recognize the cards. Unexpectedly, after only explaining it to him once, he was able to play it.

Mu Qingcheng was full of doubts. How could she know that when Yun Qing was in seclusion, Mo Yu had taught his master all the knowledge he learned from Mu Qingcheng every day.

It was impossible to bully Yun Qing with Landlord. After playing a few games, Mu Qingcheng gave up her pursuit. Adhering to the belief that if you can't beat them, join them, she wanted to join Yun Qing and cheat others.

So, the three-person Landlord game became a four-person game, and naturally Yun Qing and Mu Qingcheng were the first to play.

When the village chief arrived, the four people were in the middle of a fierce upgrade. They just treated the village chief as one of their own and did not shy away from him.

In the eyes of the village chief, these are children, just like his own nephews. Seeing them having fun, he feels very pleased.

Yun Qing was the first to notice the village chief's arrival. After finishing a round, he threw down his cards and said, "I don't want to play anymore. Let's put it away!"

Several people turned around and saw the village chief, but the village chief just smiled foolishly and embarrassedly.

"Well, you guys play, you guys play, I'll wait for a while..."

Mu Qingcheng hadn't seen the village chief for several days, so she hurried over and asked him to sit down, and asked Zijin and Zipei to pour tea and bring some snacks.

Yun Qing walked to the top and sat down, which scared the village chief so much that he stood up again. He still didn't know what Yun Qing's identity was.

But he was not stupid. He could guess that this person must be of noble status. He would never believe those stories about being cruelly harmed by his stepmother and forced to escape.

Look at Mu Qingcheng who was sitting next to Yun Qing. This girl was very quirky. How did he get fooled at that time?

"Please sit down, village chief. What brings you here today?" The speaker was Yun Qing.

The village chief was shocked to realize that he was standing there in a daze! He smiled foolishly again.

Mu Qingcheng murmured inwardly, wondering if he had been upset these past few days and was coming here to question them. She also thought about the story she had made up when she first moved into Daxi Village. After the events of the past few days, her lies had probably been exposed.

"Village chief, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

"No, no, what could be wrong? Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. We have a custom in Daxi Village that every household must put up Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Eve. It's a festive day. In previous years, we would ask a respected old man to write these couplets for good luck."

As the village chief spoke, he glanced at the two of them to see if they were angry.

Yun Qing sat there listening with an expressionless face. Mu Qingcheng suddenly clapped her hands, which scared Yun Qing and the village chief.

"Oh! I was wondering what I forgot, Yunqing. We haven't written the Spring Festival couplets yet. Hurry up, quickly ask Mofeng to go buy some red paper. You're really obsessed with things. How could you forget such an important thing?"

Mu Qingcheng stood up and was about to walk out in a hurry. Zijin and Zipei came in with tea and fruit snacks, and she almost bumped into someone. Fortunately, Liuliu pulled her back.

Yun Qing was both helpless and amused by this scene. The village chief was dumbfounded. This girl usually looked quite calm and thoughtful, so why did she seem so clumsy now?

"Miss Mu, Miss Mu, don't worry. There's nowhere to buy red paper right now. Daxing Town is still under lockdown, and all the markets further away are closed. Go home for the New Year."

Mu Qingcheng turned around, with a bitter face, and asked anxiously, "What should we do then?"

The village chief was waiting for her to ask this question, and he was sure of it: "Miss Mu, there is plenty of red paper in our village, and these spring couplets are all written together. Don't worry, Miss Mu, your family will not be missing any spring couplets."

Mu Qingcheng finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. When will you write it? I'll ask Mo Yu to get a few."

"Well, well... aren't we still short of someone who can write?" The village chief said with some hesitation.

"Ah! I haven't finished it yet! Tomorrow is New Year's Eve! There must be more than 60 households in Daxi Village, so I have to write more than 60 pictures. How long will it take to finish it?"

Mu Qingcheng thought that since she didn't have to write it and her handwriting was not good enough, Yun Qing was the only one who could do it.

Oh my God! I have to write more than 60 Spring Festival couplets tonight, so I won’t be able to sleep. She glanced at Yun Qing.

Yun Qing had already understood what the village chief was up to when he mentioned the Spring Festival couplets. What could he do? If he had just asked for one or two, he would have readily agreed. But these were the Spring Festival couplets for the entire village. Could the calligraphy of a prince be so worthless?

Mu Qingcheng suddenly smiled. She walked up to the village chief and said, "Don't worry, this is a small matter. Since it's Chinese New Year, let's celebrate it with great fanfare. Tomorrow morning, have someone set up a large table in the most spacious place in the village. Move out the tables used in the clothing workshop, and set out the writing brush, inkstone, and paper. I'll find someone to write the couplets."

"Okay, okay, I'll get it ready tomorrow morning, and then I'll wait for Miss Mu's good news. The couplets for the whole village are counting on Miss Mu."

"Don't worry, don't worry, the mission will definitely be accomplished!"

The village chief left happily, and before leaving, Mu Qingcheng gave him a basket of food.

The village chief thought it was just some food, so he didn't refuse. He took the basket and left in a hurry. When he got home, he put down the basket and quickly gathered the villagers to clean up.

The village chief's wife, Zhang, took the basket and opened it, and was shocked.

The basket was filled with juicy little cucumbers and fresh green leafy vegetables. How could there be all that in this season? There were also a few fruits and vegetables I couldn't name, all fresh. Oh my god! Could this be conjured by gods?