Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 276: Bowing for a Bowl of Rice

Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Bowing for a Bowl of Rice

And such a brother made Qin Xiang Nuan feel very proud, very proud. Her brother depended on his genuine talents and knowledge, not his sister’s help. Unlike Qin Pengfei, no matter how high school or university he attended, he remained mediocre. Even in the future, he’d still need his brother-in-law just to get ahead.

She believed that, given the opportunity, her brother would surely soar like a dragon, using his own hands and feet to strive for a splendid future.

She took out the Spring Festival couplets she had written, even though she had a headache thinking about these. Bringing them home to sell was one option, but the New Year was already short on time, and her brother’s military academy vacation lasted only a few days. She didn’t want her brother’s hard-earned holiday to be spent selling couplets with her. Yet, not selling them would mean giving up money.

Don’t blame her for being greedy; she actually was quite money-minded. After all, she had spent a long time perfecting these writings, which were the fruits of her labor. They could be sold for a lot of money - whether it’s 100 to 200 yuan or a thousand, it was all money.

"How about it, you want to sell these?" Jian Zhiqing picked up a pair of couplets, "Did you write this?" He held the couplet at a distance. The calligraphy was indeed impressive. Although his artistic skills were modest, he possessed some understanding, and Qin Xiang Nuan’s calligraphy rivaled those of the great masters.

"Yes," Qin Xiang Nuan rolled up the couplets one by one, "I’ve been selling these since I was a child. It’s how I practiced my calligraphy," Although not entirely true, she had indeed learned calligraphy from the system and began to devise ways to make money. It seemed like she had always been dealing with money from her childhood. But then, who doesn’t deal with money in their lifetime?

She sat up, clutching a pile of couplets, "These won’t sell well this year. I’m going home for the New Year, so I’m not sure what to do now. Many of these are seasonal, and they won’t sell next year."

Jian Zhiqing’s fingers gently brushed over the couplets.

"You can ask Teacher Wang to help sell them, just give him a cut," Jian Zhiqing suggested. This was the best idea he could think of. Teacher Wang’s integrity was guaranteed by all, and as a teacher, he had the noble air of a scholar.

For a modest sum of rice, one might bend, but his current lifestyle didn’t involve thinking of doing business as some sort of scheming or as something shameful for a teacher.

Qin Xiang Nuan thought it over, and yeah, this idea was good. Actually, she had intended to sell the couplets with Jian Zhiqin and Taotao, to let them experience life, but this year it was impossible. They were participating in the local Spring Gala, and even though it wasn’t the major national gala, they were already very busy.

Thus, this idea would have to wait until next year.

Not long after, Teacher Wang specifically rode his bicycle over. He took quite a leap of surprise; Jian Zhiqing had told him that Qin Xiang Nuan wanted his help to sell Spring Festival couplets she had written herself. Could it be his thrifty student was not only adept at making clothes but also at writing couplets?

And upon seeing Qin Xiang Nuan’s calligraphy, he was utterly astounded. People of this era had all dabbled in brush writing. Even though he taught English, his lineage was steeped in the scent of books; his own father had a beautiful handwriting. However, he too had the pride of a scholar and had settled down to farm at home after raising several children through school. He knew his father’s calligraphy was quite good, but this young girl’s writing was no less remarkable than his father’s.

"Do you really want me to help you sell them?"

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