After crossing, I was forced to hold on to my thighs and build a kingdom

Written on the red hemp paper were fourteen large regular script characters: "Spring always stays in a sunny family, and celebrations are plentiful in a family that accumulates good deeds."

The brush strokes are drawn with a hidden tip at the beginning and a backstroke at the end. The turning points are clean and sharp, the transitions are natural when turning round, and the pauses are obvious when turning square. The brush strokes are full and powerful. Overall, the calligraphy is majestic and magnificent.

Thinking of Huizhen saying that her elder brother only used 30% of his strength when writing, Jinchu couldn't help but sigh again. It really is frustrating to compare yourself with others.

Not to mention her, a half-baked one, even her grandfather in the previous life would never be able to write such outstanding regular script at this age.

If this is only three-tenths of his strength, then how amazing it would be if he wrote a word with all his strength!

Thinking of this, Jin Chu looked at Wang Weiyuan with a look of undisguised admiration.

Wang Weiyuan, who caught Jin Chu's gaze, seemed to clear his throat twice with his left hand on his chin, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He took a step back, carefully observed the finished product, then nodded and glanced at Wei Yue beside him, motioning him to go forward and take the written couplet aside and replace it with a new one.

"Brother, your handwriting this year is obviously better than in previous years!"

Wei Yue smiled and praised his elder brother, then he carefully took the upper couplet. Jin Chu hurried forward and picked up the lower couplet, following Wei Yue's steps to put the couplet away.

Seeing the two men turn around and come back, Wang Weiyuan spoke calmly: "Your elder brother writes all day long, and it's normal for him to get better and better every year. Do you think he should learn from you and get worse and worse every year?"

"Brother, I just don't like you! Even when I praise you, you still say a few words to me!" Wei Yue said angrily with an unwilling look on his face.

Seeing Wei Yue's angry look, good sister Huizhen did not forget to add insult to injury: "If you were as smart as Zhao'er, big brother would not be willing to argue with you!"

Hearing his sister's words, Wei Yue felt even more aggrieved and helpless: "Zhao'er is a little genius! He can understand any truth as soon as it is explained, and he can recite any article as soon as it is read. How can I, an ordinary child, compare with him?"

Seeing that he was mentioned, Zhao'er quickly took Wei Yue's hand and comforted him seriously: "Brother Wei Yue, Zhao'er will memorize the lessons more slowly in the future and wait for you a little longer."

As soon as these words came out, everyone burst out laughing. Even Wei Yue couldn't help but grin: "Zhao'er, you little rascal, you are just trying to finish off your brother Wei Yue!"

Although he spoke with gritted teeth, his eyes were gentle as he looked at Zhao'er.

Jin Chu thought to himself that Wei Yue was a sensible and open-minded child at such a young age, and he really had a good character.

Amidst the laughter, new red paper was spread on the table. Wang Weiyuan smiled, bent his body slightly, dipped the brush in ink, and began to create a new couplet.

"The moonlight in the boudoir is as clear as a dream, and the fragrance of the flowers in the room is as light as poetry." Huizhen smiled and proudly announced, "This is written for me by my eldest brother."

After she finished speaking, she put it away herself. Seeing her sister's smug look, Wei Yue couldn't help but laugh at her: "It's not the first year I've written it for you, what are you so proud of?"

"You're so proud! If you have the guts, ask your brother to write for you!" Huizhen rolled her eyes at Wei Yue without any hesitation.

Facing her sister's cold stare, Wei Yue protested angrily once again: "Mom, install a door in my room tomorrow, and I'll put up Spring Festival couplets too!"

The only answer he got was a look of indifference from his parents.

When they were talking animatedly, a few middle-aged men came in from outside, each holding a ball of cut red paper under their armpits, and accompanied by two or three children of seven or eight years old.

Jin Chu took a look and found the person unfamiliar, so he smiled and retreated to an inconspicuous position.

"Brother Yuan, we are here to take advantage of you again!" The middle-aged man in front had dark skin, a tall and strong build, and a loud voice. He looked like a capable man.

"Uncle, what are you talking about? It's the only time of the year, and writing Spring Festival couplets is a joyous occasion. It's a blessing for Yuaner if the elders appreciate his calligraphy."

Huizhen's father called the middle-aged man and wanted to let everyone into the house.

Those people all smiled and waved their hands to refuse. The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Brother Dewang, since you don't let me be polite, then I won't be polite to you. There are many of us. We came here today just to ask for Brother Yuan's calligraphy. Let's just not go inside. When Brother Yuan writes, we rough guys can come up and take a look, get a taste of the ink, and join in the fun."

Wang Weiyuan looked at them and said with a polite smile, "Uncles, please take a break first. I will finish writing my own painting and then I will write yours."

"It's okay, Brother Yuan, just do your thing first. Don't worry, we'll be waiting for you."

Seeing that they really didn't want to go into the house, Huizhen's father didn't let them in. He just gestured to Huizhen and Wei Yue to move a few chairs to sit on. Jinchu also moved out a chair.

When I came out, I found that Wang Weiyuan had put down the goat-hair brush in his hand and picked up the wolf-hair brush on the brush mountain. After a little thought, he began to write with great speed.

Her heart skipped a beat, and without caring about being noticed, she quickly put down the chair and quickly moved closer to Wang Weiyuan, only to see that the words "Thousands of years and thousands of years of achievements, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and thousands of miles of spring" were already written on the paper.

The brushwork is exquisite, the lines are smooth and varied, and the lifting, pressing and pausing are used freely; the aura is vivid, and the words and lines echo each other, as if they were completed in one go, giving a sense of exhilaration.

Even if Wang Weiyuan did not take the imperial examination, his good calligraphy alone would have been enough to earn him a place in the literary world in the future!

Thinking of this, Jin Chu looked at Wang Weiyuan as if he was looking at a moving treasure pot.

Just a few transactions can earn you a lot of money, and there is no age limit. Instead, the older you get, the more popular you will be. Such a good man, who knows which young lady will be lucky enough to marry him in the future.

Noticing Jin Chu's passionate gaze, a feeling of joy rose in Wang Weiyuan's heart. He lowered his head slightly and thought for a moment. When he looked up again, his pen was already flowing like a dragon, and his creativity was flowing. In a short while, he had written two or three more spring couplets.

After writing, he looked up and glanced at Jin Chu casually, then turned to the uncles, bowed, and asked with a smile: "Uncles, who will go first?"

The middle-aged man in the lead stood up and said with a smile, "Then I'll go first!"

After saying this, he placed the red paper he had brought with him on the table and spread it out one by one. Wang Weiyuan asked, "Is it still cursive script?"

"Yes, I'm a rough guy, and I just like those big, bold, and hard-to-read fonts. They're so refreshing to read!"

Wang Weiyuan smiled, picked up the wolf-hair brush, thought for a while, and wrote down "Good luck all year round, and treasures from all directions come into the house." After writing it, he read it again to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled with satisfaction and said repeatedly, "Brother Yuan really understands your Uncle Zhang's thoughts. This couplet is very well written. It brings good luck and wealth. This is a very good intention."

The next step was to write Spring Festival couplets as required. Jin Chu saw Wang Weiyuan constantly switching between the goat-hair brush and the wolf-hair brush. The font and meaning were also written according to each person's favorite type. During this time, more people came to ask for calligraphy.

The ink in the inkstone had been changed twice. Wang Weiyuan, who had been writing for most of the hour, finished the last Spring Festival couplet and sent away the last villager of the morning with satisfaction. Then he shook his numb right arm and sat down on the chair behind the table to rest.

Looking at the slightly tired young man, Jin Chu poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, saying with a smile, "Brother Wang, you've been busy for so long today, have a drink of water to moisten your throat!"

Wang Weiyuan's eyes swept over the glass of water in front of him. His slender fingers tightly grasped the ordinary coarse porcelain cup. Because he used some force, the fingertips that should have been rosy were slightly white. The owner of the hand was looking at him with a smile, his big watery eyes were clear and crystal clear.

The young man's eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out to take the cup of water. His fingertips touched the girl's slightly cool fingertips, and his heart was inexplicably throbbing. He quickly lowered his head to hide his strangeness and said softly, "Thank you."