Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Just then, Fang Daqiang's loud voice came from the courtyard.

"Teacher Wang, slow down! The roads are slippery in the snow!"

"Oh, Daqiang, you're too kind."

"We're neighbors, what's the big deal about writing a couplet? And why bring wine?"

As he spoke, Fang Daqiang led an old man wearing reading glasses and a Zhongshan suit into the house.

This old man is Teacher Wang from the east end of the village. He has taught Chinese his whole life and is the most educated person in Kaoshantun.

His greatest hobby is practicing calligraphy. Whenever someone has a wedding or funeral, they have to ask him to write the accounts.

"Son! Quickly make room for Teacher Wang!"

Fang Daqiang started yelling as soon as he entered the house.

"Teacher Wang is here, let's have him show off his skills!"

Teacher Wang waved his hand with a smile.

"Not at all, it's not like I'm showing off my skills, it's just writing a few words."

As Teacher Wang spoke, he walked to the table.

His gaze immediately fell on the couplet on the table, the ink still wet.

Upon seeing this, Teacher Wang stopped in his tracks instantly.

His previously smiling eyes suddenly widened, almost pushing out of his reading glasses.

"This...this..."

Teacher Wang reached out with trembling hands, wanting to touch it but not daring to, for fear of damaging the calligraphy.

"Beautiful calligraphy! Beautiful calligraphy indeed!"

Teacher Wang's voice was trembling with excitement.

"It has the foundation of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy style, and also incorporates the elegance of running script!"

"The brushstrokes are vigorous and the structure is rigorous!"

"Whose calligraphy is this?!"

He suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Daqiang, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Daqiang! You didn't say that a great calligrapher had come to your house!"

Fang Daqiang was stunned.

Zhao Guifang was also stunned.

A master calligrapher?

Besides the family of three and Liu Yifei, who else is in this house?

Fang Daqiang scratched his head and pointed to Fang Yu standing next to him.

"Teacher Wang, there's no one else in this room."

"These words... must have been written by my son."

"Fang Yu?"

Teacher Wang gave Fang Yu a look that said, "Are you kidding me?" and looked him up and down.

"Daqiang, you can't joke like that during the New Year."

"I watched Fang Yu grow up. I've seen his handwriting; it's only slightly better than a dog's scribbles."

"You simply can't write this character without immersing yourself in it for thirty or forty years!"

Fang Yu stood aside, not angry at all, just chuckled.

"Uncle Wang, it really was me who wrote it."

"If you don't believe me, look at this ink; it's not dry yet."

Teacher Wang was taken aback. He looked down and examined the ink mark carefully. It was indeed freshly written.

He pushed up his glasses and decided to put aside who wrote it for now and appreciate this rare masterpiece.

"Okay, okay."

"The beginning stroke conceals the tip, the ending stroke returns to the starting point—this character '脱' (tuo) is written... hmm?"

As Teacher Wang read, his brows furrowed.

"Getting rid of...being...single...getting...poor...but...not...hair?"

His voice grew softer and softer, and his tone became increasingly hesitant.

When Teacher Wang finished reading the second line, "Eat well, drink well, and have money to spend," and then saw the horizontal scroll, "Eat your way to a living based on your looks," he froze.

"What...what kind of nonsense is this?!"

Teacher Wang was so angry that his beard stood on end, and his finger pointing at the couplets was trembling.

"This is an insult to scholarship! It's utterly an insult to scholarship!"

"Such beautiful handwriting! Such excellent skill!"

"How could you write such... such vulgar stuff!"

"What a waste! This is a desecration of calligraphy!"

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

[Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! Teacher Wang's expression is like a masterpiece!]

[This handwriting is truly impressive; even Teacher Wang has given it his approval. But the content... is definitely Fang Yu's style.]

[Getting out of singlehood, getting out of poverty, but not losing hair—what a simple wish! I think it's well written!]

Exactly! Eating well, drinking well, and having money to spend—that's the ultimate meaning of celebrating the Lunar New Year! It's much more meaningful than any talk of good weather or a bountiful harvest!

Fang Daqiang and Zhao Guifang looked at the excited Teacher Wang and exchanged bewildered glances.

"Teacher Wang, is this handwriting... good or bad?"

Zhao Guifang asked cautiously.

Teacher Wang took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"The characters are good characters."

"I would even say it's one of the best words I've ever seen in my life."

Teacher Wang looked at Fang Yu with a complicated expression.

"But the content... is just too vulgar! Too indecent! How can you stick it on the door?"

The old man dedicated his life to teaching and nurturing students, believing that literature should convey moral principles.

Even when writing couplets, it has to be something like "Honesty and kindness are the foundation of a lasting family tradition, and poetry and books are the guarantee of a long-lasting legacy."

What is Fang Yu writing?

It's all desire! All greed! They have no integrity whatsoever of a scholar!

"Uncle Wang, please calm down."

Fang Yu smiled and spread out another sheet of red paper, his mixed-hair brush fully dipped in thick ink.

"That which is vulgar to the extreme is elegant."

"Besides, isn't the point of the Lunar New Year to have fun?"

"Look at my next one, I guarantee it'll be even more reliable."

Fang Daqiang felt his head buzzing.

"Are you still going to write?"

Fang Yu picked up his pen and began to draw his luck.

This time, his writing style changed.

If the previous piece was a wild and unrestrained cursive script...

This one is the dignified and profound Yan style calligraphy.

Bold and unrestrained, exuding righteousness.

Teacher Wang's foot, which was about to leave, was abruptly hooked by the first horizontal stroke of the brush.

"This...this is the style of Yan Zhenqing?"

The old man pushed up his glasses, and the anger in his eyes instantly turned into infatuation.

"Using the brush with a central stroke, concealing the beginning and end—what skill!"

Liu Yifei obediently ground the ink on the side, watching Fang Yu's focused profile, and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

When this guy gets serious, he really does resemble a master.

Unfortunately, this master only had a mouth.

The brush falls, the ink spreads.

As Fang Yu wrote, he muttered to himself.

The first line of the couplet reads: "Remember my house number."

The second line reads: "May the God of Wealth never get lost."

The brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes, completed in one go.

Finally, he wrote four large characters in the most domineering style on the horizontal scroll.

Horizontal scroll: "Unexpected windfall."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Teacher Wang's face turned red with frustration; he really didn't know whether to scold or praise her.

Zhao Guifang blinked and stared at the horizontal scroll for a long time before suddenly slapping her thigh.

"Oh my god! This is great! This is wonderful!"

Fang Daqiang stared wide-eyed.

"What's so good about it? This is too blatant! What if the neighbors see this and laugh at us, saying we're obsessed with money?"

"What's the joke?"

Zhao Guifang rolled her eyes at him, then looked at the couplet with a smug expression.

"I think my son is right! We put up 'May wealth and treasures come in' posters every year, but the God of Wealth has hardly ever visited."

"Let's be straightforward this time, so the God of Wealth doesn't go to the wrong door. How practical!"

"Mom, you are insightful."

Fang Yu gave a thumbs up.

"This is called precise positioning. We need to make sure that the client—the one who makes us money—clearly understands our needs."

Liu Yifei couldn't help but chuckle, almost spilling the ink in her hand.

The chat room was filled with laughter.

[Hahaha! That's fucking accurate positioning!]

The more formally the characters are written, the funnier the content! If Yan Zhenqing were alive, he'd probably jump out of his coffin in anger!

[But this wish is so real! Who doesn't want a windfall during the New Year? Fang Yu is practically my online mouthpiece!]

"It's not over yet."

Fang Yu set the couplet aside and then tore over two shorter pieces of red paper.

"This one is pasted on my bedroom door."

He turned to look at Liu Yifei, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Yifei, this couplet represents my lifelong dream."