"Yeah, my child also wrote one, look, I think yours looks better."
"No, yours looks better. Look at that 'Fu' character, it looks just like the ones you buy in town..."
"No way, yours looks better, I can tell. This is 'Chun', spring, how nice? It looks just like the spring flowers..."
Dong Wenxiu and Feng Zilan were also happy, constantly bringing sweets and pastries. Once a child finished writing, they could come and get a handful of candies or a piece of pastry. They were having a great time.
Education is highly esteemed in the minds of the common folk; not everyone can afford to pick up a brush. But now, their children can write couplets. Who knows, maybe they might even become a champion in future. Scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants—reading makes one superior, how can you not be excited?
Amidst their excitement, the villagers were even more grateful to Yang Ruxin.
