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"You guys are going too fast. No, I need to add a limit."

The village chief saw that they were doing it too easily and began to increase the difficulty.

"The original purpose is to write Spring Festival couplets, so your couplets must be related to Spring Festival couplets. The couplets will be written down by a special person and distributed directly to each household."

No one refuted the village chief's words, and Mingyue became the person who was responsible for copying the couplets they came up with onto red paper.

We will continue distributing red envelopes there tomorrow morning.

"Yue girl, is this your handwriting?"

An old man finished writing couplets and was about to get the red envelope with great interest, but he caught a glimpse of Mingyue who was recording their couplets.

That pair of Spring Festival couplets is simply an outstanding work of the calligrapher.

He knew a little about calligraphy. Although he was not a master of calligraphy, he was well-known for his brush calligraphy in the surrounding area.

Mingyue stopped writing and looked over.

The old man then realized that he had said something nonsense. This was being written, so who else could have written it if not her?

“It’s really exquisite!”

He couldn't help but praise.

“Your handwriting is also very beautiful.”

Mingyue praised that when she was in elementary school, she liked watching the old man write Spring Festival couplets on red paper in the yard before the New Year, then press down the two ends with stones and leave the handwriting outside to dry.

Although Mingyue didn't understand calligraphy at that time, she had only one evaluation of those words in her mind - "beautiful", and this one word was enough.

Although Mingyue’s calligraphy attainments may have far surpassed his now, when he thinks back to his childhood, he still feels a surge of admiration.

So many years passed in the blink of an eye, and she finally learned calligraphy.

"I'm so old, I can't compare to you young people."

He said somewhat dejectedly that he had been writing for his entire life, but in the end he couldn't write as well as a young man, which was a big blow.

He knows that there are always people better than you, so he never thinks he is the best.

Just after staying in this environment for a long time, he gradually began to like the feeling of being respected for his good handwriting.

The Spring Festival couplets that Mingyue had just written made him realize that it was time to wake up from the silent dream.

"Young people have better brains and more flexible hands!"

After saying this, the old man seemed to suddenly become enlightened and smiled again.

Since he knows that there are many people in the outside world who are better than him, why can't he accept that the younger generation in the village is better looking than him?

The world he couldn't go to, young people should go and see! He didn't have the courage, but Yueyue did better than him.

The old man figured it out and joined the army of pairs again, and then got another red envelope.

Mingyue has written dozens of couplets. After she finishes one, someone will take it away.

They don't know how to appreciate calligraphy, but they always think that Mingyue's handwriting looks good when posted outside the door.

Two more people joined in along the way, and with someone to share the burden, the process became faster.

Finally, everyone in the village who needed couplets had them. Mingyue rubbed his sore wrist, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

Being able to be happy is also a kind of ability!

Mingyue was glad that she had not lost this ability.

Some people took red envelopes, some took couplets, and after the party, everyone went home contentedly.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve, and every household went to the ancestral temple to worship their ancestors.

Li'ao Village is not so feudal as to not allow girls to enter the ancestral hall, but perhaps due to historical issues, not many girls enter the ancestral hall.

But this year is different from previous years, Mingyue has become the exception.

The magnificent new ancestral hall is unique in the surrounding area. When the people of Li'ao village talk about the ancestral hall, they can't hide the smiles on their faces.

Today we are worshipping our ancestors in the ancestral temple. When we enter, the first thing we see reflected on the wall is Mingyue’s name.

Mingyue, a native of Li'ao Village, is a student of Yan University. She is intelligent, clever, loving, and kind...

What follows is some information about her, and of course some artistically processed admiration for her.

Hundreds of words were carved with a chisel.

Therefore, even if Mingyue never goes in in the future, she will always stand in the Ming Clan Ancestral Hall, an existence that cannot be ignored.

Fireworks burst and firecrackers blasted, heralding the New Year.

As fireworks are lit and firecrackers burst, the festive atmosphere spreads in the smoke.

Because of the bright moon, the greening of Li'ao Village has been beautified and renovated while trying to maintain its original appearance.

The village chief also made a rare move of extravagance, so this year's Li'ao Village was particularly festive.

Red lanterns were hung on the trees on the embankment, and even the bridge leading out of the village was covered with New Year pictures.

The village chief even checked the weather forecast, and luckily for us, the weather was good throughout the Spring Festival.

So the couplets that everyone wrote last time, in addition to the ones for each household, the village chief also scraped the rest onto the trees in the village.

From top to bottom, falling down.

The pastoral atmosphere and the ancient charm of Athens are well combined together.