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The room was eerily quiet.

The air seemed to cool down because of Zhao Guifang's darkened face.

Unable to withstand the pressure, Fang Daqiang spoke first, attempting to seize the initiative.

"Um... honey, this... isn't my fault."

He glanced at Fang Yu, who was sitting upright, and his tone instantly became self-righteous.

"Didn't we agree that my son would go buy it at the market last time?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu almost jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Dad! How could you talk such nonsense?"

"You were the one who said you'd take care of this little thing so easily, letting me and Yifei have a good time shopping!"

Fang Daqiang glared at him and started to act shamelessly:

"Did I say that? Oh dear, I'm getting old, my memory isn't what it used to be. How come I don't remember anything about it?"

"I only remember someone who was so focused on ring tossing that he completely forgot about the important matter."

Fang Yu was completely dumbfounded.

"Hey! You..."

Ring toss?

Is it my fault for the ring toss incident?

Wasn't it because Yifei liked that big rabbit that I made a move?

Besides, who was it that kept shouting, "Great job! Son, you're awesome! Bring back another rice cooker!"?

Who was it that bragged to the neighbors that our family would rely on our son's ring toss game to make a living from now on?

Now look what's happened, they're putting all the blame on me?

Human nature is truly treacherous.

Fang Yu knew perfectly well that the old man had him cornered.

With the Chinese New Year just around the corner, Liu Yifei and the entire nation are watching, so it wouldn't be right for her to expose his secret stash of money.

That's why the old man dared to treat himself like that.

Okay, you're good.

you are vicious!

Fang Yu took a deep breath and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Zhao Guifang's temples throbbed as she watched the father and son shifting blame at each other.

She didn't bother listening to their arguments and made her decision directly.

"Alright, that's enough!"

Zhao Guifang pointed at Fang Yu and gave the final order:

"Fang Yu! You! Now! Immediately! Go to town right now! Quickly buy me a couplet!"

"What if I can't buy it..."

Zhao Guifang's eyes became even more dangerous.

"You shouldn't eat the New Year's Eve dinner this year."

"Mom!" Fang Yu wailed, "What time is it! All the rat poison vendors in town have closed up shop!"

Zhao Guifang waved her hand.

"I don't care, that's your problem."

"Go, Pikachu!"

Liu Yifei, who was watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I was initially a little sorry for Fang Yu, but when I heard "Go, Pikachu," my composure instantly crumbled.

This auntie is so trendy!

Seeing Liu Yifei laughing so hard, Fang Yu felt utterly humiliated.

"Fine, you guys are ruthless."

Without a word, he grabbed his car keys, put on his military overcoat, and with a sense of tragic grandeur, rushed out of the house.

"I refuse to believe it! I have money, and I can't spend it?"

The live stream chat was filled with laughter.

[Hahaha! The hierarchy of the family is crystal clear!]

[Fang's father's "preemptive strike" tactic is masterful; he's clearly a veteran!]

Fang Yu: My mother tongue is speechless.

[The fairy is laughing so loudly! This isn't a cool, aloof goddess at all; she's just a bystander!]

……

Forty minutes later, in Qingshan Town.

The cold wind howled, whipping up snowflakes that stung people's faces.

The market square, which should have been the busiest place in town, was now deserted, with not even a stray dog ​​in sight.

Only a few abandoned red plastic bags swirled forlornly in the wind.

Fang Yu drove his beat-up little car around the town three times.

The result was obvious: all the shops were locked up.

Just as he was feeling disheartened and preparing to go home to face his punishment, he caught a glimpse of a stationery store on the street corner, which was still half-open, letting out a dim light.

A lifeline!

Fang Yu slammed on the brakes, and without even turning off the engine, he drove straight in.

"Boss! Do you have any more couplets? I need them urgently!"

The stationery store owner was sitting behind the counter, eating sunflower seeds and watching TV.

Upon hearing this, he raised his eyelids, glanced at Fang Yu, and chuckled.

"Hey buddy, if you had come half an hour later, I was already planning to close up shop and go home to make dumplings."

"You really have a big heart, coming to buy couplets only now on New Year's Eve?"

"Why didn't you come back on the first day of the lunar new year? You'd be in much better shape then, and the stickers would last until next year!"

Fang Yu was so choked up that he couldn't say a word.

"So...that means it's over?"

The boss shrugged and made a helpless expression.

"They're all gone! They sold out two days ago!"

"Go back. Take my advice. Even if you just draw a couple of lines on a piece of red paper yourself, it's better than you wandering around aimlessly in this freezing weather."

The boss's words were meant as a joke, but they struck Fang Yu like a bolt of lightning, shattering his confused mind.

Write it yourself?

Yup!

Can a living person suffocate urine?

If there's nothing readily available, can't we just make our own?

Fang Yu's eyes lit up. He remembered clearly that the "Calligraphy Mastery" skill in the system shop had been hanging in a corner, gathering dust.

At the time, I thought this skill was useless, but now it seems like a lifesaver, a ticket to the New Year's Eve dinner!

"System! Redeem [Calligraphy Mastery]!"

[Ding! 50000 popularity points consumed. Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Calligraphy Mastery (Grandmaster Level)!]

As soon as the system notification sounded, a vast amount of calligraphy knowledge flooded into Fang Yu's mind.

Various rubbings, fonts, and brushstrokes seem to have been etched into his body as if he had practiced them for many years.

Fang Yu felt a heat in his right hand, as if he could pick up any fire poker and dance out a "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" on the snow.

Stable.

Fang Yu slammed his hand on the counter and said confidently:

"Boss! Get me some red paper! The kind that's already cut up, big red paper!"

"Another bottle of ink! And a large mixed-hair brush!"

The shop owner was spitting sunflower seed shells into the trash can when he heard this and paused.

He looked Fang Yu up and down, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Dude, you're not kidding, are you?"

"You're really planning to write it yourself?"

"That calligraphy isn't like writing a diary with a ballpoint pen. It takes at least ten or eight years of practice. If you put that stuff on your door, people will laugh their heads off!"

Fang Yu grinned, looking very confident.

"No respectable person keeps a diary. Don't worry about it, just grab your things."

"Whether it's the strength and elegance of Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan, or the wild cursive and running script, there's nothing I can't master."

The boss was amused by his attitude.

"Okay, okay, these days young people are all about self-confidence."

"Wait here, I'll go get it for you."

The boss turned and went into the storeroom. A short while later, he came out carrying a roll of large red paper and some writing materials.

"Here you go, everything you wanted is here."

Fang Yu took the items and was about to scan the code to pay and leave.

The boss suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead.

"Oh, right."

He looked at Fang Yu with a playful smile on his face.

"You can write the couplets yourself, but what about the magic code?"

Fang Yu's hand, which was scanning the QR code, froze in mid-air.

Mysterious code.

In Northeast China, this thing is a necessity for celebrating the Chinese New Year.

God of Wealth, Door Gods, Jade Emperor...

These colorful papers printed with images of gods must be respectfully displayed on the wall.

Fang Yu blinked and asked:

"Boss, your... Shenma (a type of digital product) is gone too?"

The boss shrugged, his expression as utterly smug as could be.

"Of course."

"These 'divine symbols' sell even faster than couplets; which family doesn't invite 'divine symbols' during the Lunar New Year?"

"There wasn't a single one left."

Fang Yu felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if he had been hit on the head with a club.

I had planned everything perfectly, but I completely forgot about this!

Couplets are written characters, which one can write oneself.

But this thing... it's a painting!

And it wasn't just any painting; it was a statue of a deity.

The lines are intricate, the colors are vibrant, and it must be painted with a sense of majesty and solemnity.

If the God of Wealth is depicted as a deformed, distorted figure, it's not just a matter of whether it looks good or not; it's a grave disrespect to the deity.

If things go wrong, your financial luck might completely disappear next year, and even drinking cold water will cause you problems.