Chapter 362 Writing Spring Festival Couplets

"Okay, come one by one." Gu Jingzhe said without raising his head while writing.

"The word 'Jingzhe' is written so beautifully." Gu Xiaocao's mother Zhang said with a smile.

"That's right, otherwise how could Jingzhe become a student?"

"It is said that Jingzhe's calligraphy was praised by all the former academic officials."

The villagers began to talk about Gu Jingzhe's beautiful handwriting. Although not many people in the village could read, everyone thought that Gu Jingzhe's handwriting was beautiful. From his good handwriting to his handsome appearance, they praised Gu Jingzhe to the sky and almost couldn't hold the pen in their hands.

Tong Huaqiong has an intuitive feeling about Gu Jingzhe's calligraphy, which is comparable to the works of calligraphers handed down from ancient times that she appreciated in museums in later generations.

No wonder in Tong Dajiao's memory, Gu Jingzhe's calligraphy and paintings in his previous life were sought after by people all over Shengjing, and some people were even willing to pay a fortune for his calligraphy.

Gu Dashu Yaozu and others took advantage of Gu Jingzhe's fame in calligraphy and painting to secretly make a lot of money, but later it became the straw that led to Gu Jingzhe's downfall.

Er Gouzi was helping to spread the paper and suddenly said, "Is Jingzhe going to take the exam for the scholar next spring?"

Gu Jingzhe nodded.

"Will Jingzhe pass the exam?"

"Of course, if there is only one person in Pingchuan County who can pass the exam to become a scholar next year, it will definitely be Jingzhe."

"What's the point of being a scholar? Jingzhe will be a juren in the future. Who knows, he might even become the top scholar or something like that."

The villagers are very confident in Gu Jingzhe's knowledge.

Gu Jingzhe blushed at the compliment and whispered, "Nothing is certain. There are many outstanding students in Pingchuan County."

Everyone's mouth twitched. When did the youngest son of the Gu family become so humble?

Village Chief Liu said, "Anyway, Jingzhe, your knowledge has been praised by the academician. Try to pass the imperial examination this time, and then our village will give you a banquet to celebrate."

Now that Qinghewan has a village private school, Village Chief Liu was highly praised by County Magistrate Liu, who praised the strong reading atmosphere in Qinghewan, saying it would be unacceptable if there was such a strong reading atmosphere but no scholar emerged.

Next year we will have to count on Gu Jingzhe to bring honor to the village.

Tong Huaqiong saw her son's red face and said to the village chief Liu, "When the village chief holds a banquet in the future, he will pass the imperial examination next year, pass the imperial examination the next year, and pass the imperial examination in five years. The village chief should carefully calculate whether he has enough money in his pocket."

Village Chief Liu's beard trembled with laughter, and he said, "If Jingzhe really wins the third place, I would rather empty my family property to hold a banquet."

Gu Jingzhe was completely speechless.

It would be fine if others said they passed the imperial examination and won the third place in the imperial examination, but why is it that my own mother is not humble at all and believes that he will win the third place in the imperial examination?

Gu Jingzhe felt that the mother who had a deep filter over him in the past had returned.

"It would be great if Jingzhe could really grow Tanhua. Then I can go out and say that I am from Tanhua Village. That would be really impressive."

"If I were the emperor, I would choose Jingzhe as the third place winner. It's easy to find people with knowledge. The key point is that Jingzhe is good-looking. When I went to the capital, I saw that the children of the noble families in Wanliu Academy were not as good-looking as Jingzhe."

Everybody was chatting and laughing, as if Gu Jingzhe would be able to win the third place in the imperial examination tomorrow.

The head of the Gu family stood in the crowd waiting for Gu Jingzhe to write the Spring Festival couplets, and he felt very unhappy.

What's good about Gu Jingzhe being the third place winner?

The Gu family does not enjoy the honor of being the third place in the imperial examination at all.

He now doubted whether Tong Dajiao's parents-in-law had received his letter.

He was really unwilling to let Tong Da Jiao have a peaceful and happy new year.

If Tong Dajiao's parents-in-law did not receive his letter, he planned to go there after the New Year and pick them up personally.

"Well, Tanhua, there is no word "Fu" written on my pigpen this year. Can you write me one that looks like the one in your pigpen?" When it was the turn of the Village Chief Liu's family to write Spring Festival couplets, Village Chief Liu put forward his own request.

The Spring Festival couplets that Tong Huaqiong was going to put up in the pigpen were placed aside waiting for the ink to dry, and were seen by the village chief.

The first line means a family rich in wealth and abundant blessings, the second line means a house full of blessings with thousands of lucky pigs, and the horizontal line means the world is full of blessings.

Village chief Liu thinks it is better than just a single word "Fu".

"Okay." Gu Jingzhe said calmly, "Similar to my home, but not the same as mine."

Gu Jingzhe pondered for a moment and said, "Village chief, how about writing it like this? The first line means a bumper harvest and a prosperous year, the second line means fat pigs and a prosperous family, and the second line means good fortune for the whole family."

Village Chief Liu slapped his thigh and said, "You are a scholar after all, so write like this."

In the past, Gu Jingzhe was a recognized child prodigy in the village. He was always arrogant and never asked for the opinions of the villagers. The villagers would post whatever he wrote.

If anyone wanted to make a request for the Spring Festival couplets, Gu Jingzhe would immediately put down the pen and say, "Write it yourself."

The villagers immediately fell silent.

For fear of angering Gu Jingzhe, if he didn't write Spring Festival couplets for his family, would it still be the New Year without them?

But this year's Gu Jingzhe was completely different from the past. He not only wrote Spring Festival couplets for everyone seriously, but also took the initiative to ask everyone if they had any couplets they would like to write.

If not, he would kindly ask where the written Spring Festival couplets were posted.

For example, the main Spring Festival couplets posted on the door frame have couplets, and the words "prosperity of livestock" and "prosperity of six domestic animals" written on the pigpen, chicken coop, and sheep pen have more words than the simple word "Fu" in the past.

So everyone saw that Gu Jingzhe was so amiable this year, and inspired by Village Chief Liu, everyone wanted to customize the Spring Festival couplets.

With more requirements, writing will naturally be slower.

Gu Jingzhe spent the whole morning writing and only wrote about a few families.

"Jingzhe writes quite slowly by himself. So, Lai Fu, can you write too? Come and help me." Aunt Qin said to Su Chengmin who was playing with Xiaolong Maner and other children.

Aunt Qin's words reminded Village Chief Liu.

Gu Jingzhe can’t write it all by himself, but Lai Fu can.

Lai Fu is the village teacher, so writing Spring Festival couplets is easy for him.

So Su Chengmin was pulled over by everyone to write Spring Festival couplets.

Su Chengmin didn't hesitate, he washed his hands and started writing.

"Laifu's handwriting is good, not worse than Jingzhe's." Someone leaned over to observe and said.

The corners of Tong Huaqiong's mouth twitched.

This is nonsense from someone who has absolutely no knowledge.

Su Chengmin's handwriting is far inferior to Gu Jingzhe's.

Tong Huaqiong sighed that if the villagers knew that a painting by Gu Jingzhe would be worth a fortune in the future, they would probably cut off the Spring Festival couplets after pasting them and keep them, just like speculating in futures.

With the joint efforts of Gu Jingzhe and Su Chengmin, the Spring Festival couplets for the villagers of Qinghewan were completed.

Every household got the Spring Festival couplets they wanted. On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, except for two families in mourning, the whole of Qinghe Bay put up Spring Festival couplets.

It had not been three years since Old Man Gu passed away, and according to the rules of mourning, Tong Huaqiong's family was not allowed to put up Spring Festival couplets.

But Tong Huaqiong decided to break this rule. She was not the real Tong Da Jiao. She had been forced to be Old Man Gu's widow. It was impossible for her to observe mourning for Old Man Gu.

However, in order to take her children's thoughts into consideration, Tong Huaqiong made a compromise. The original few old houses of the Gu family were not posted with Spring Festival couplets, but the new house that was expanded in the fall was posted with Spring Festival couplets.

Not only was the new house close to the exterior, but the farm tools, yard, and fence walls in the new house were all covered with big red "Fu" characters.

Of course, there is also a pigpen.

At dusk, snowflakes were flying in the sky.

The next day was New Year’s Eve, and big red lanterns were hung in the yard, on the corridor, and on the fence.

When it gets dark, the lanterns are lit, and the red flames look peaceful and warm in the snow.

Tong Huaqiong looked at the falling snow, her heart in turmoil. This was her first Spring Festival since she came to this world, but it seemed like a very long time had passed, so long that she had even forgotten how she felt when she first opened her eyes to face the world.