The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2371: Seeking Couplets (3)

Guan Qingyue got startled by her brother's stern face and heavy voice. She realized that when her brother declared he wouldn't bother with her any longer, he was utterly serious, so panic seized her as she swiftly clutched Guan Qingshu's sleeve: "Brother, I just misunderstood Yang Ruxin earlier, didn't I? I've truly learned my lesson now and promise it won't happen again. Why won't you forgive me?" As she spoke, she brushed away a tear, "Why does your own sister mean less than some outsider in your eyes?"

Guan Qingshu gave a light chuckle: "Should you have really turned over a new leaf, you'll always be my good sister." With those words, he gently patted her head, though deep down he sighed, yearning for her change to be genuine rather than a mere act.

In this way, the incident came to an end.

Even though Yang Ruxin's pregnancy symptoms had vanished, her appetite surged remarkably, yet with abundant help around the home, she was strictly barred from any chores.

New Year's Eve arrived swiftly.

Tables stood arranged in the gatehouse, where Master Chu An guided a bunch of kids in penning Spring Festival couplets along with the "Fu" (fortune) character.

The school had entered holiday mode, with certain masters heading back home for the celebrations. Yang Ruxin packed generous New Year supplies and saw them off via carriage, while those without family or a place to go were warmly invited to join the Yang Family for the festivities.

Chu An, the most senior among the masters, focused on teaching the children calligraphy, his handwriting exquisitely graceful.

Yang Ruxin had initially requested him to craft the couplets, but the elderly master pointed out the children's notable improvement, insisting it would mean more if they wrote and displayed them themselves.

She fully endorsed the idea, so following breakfast, inkstones and brushes got prepared in the gatehouse.

Zhou Xiao's calligraphy shone brightest among the kids, boasting style and flair according to Chu An.

Yang Ruxin knew little of calligraphy and couldn't discern the elegance, but she found the boy's writing motions dashing and fluid, with Xiaofeng a close second. Still, being younger and less strong-armed, Xiaofeng's strokes looked noticeably feebler.

Villagers once purchased couplets, but since the school's launch last year, masters provided them for free, and this year everyone swarmed to the Yang residence for the same.

Truth be told, a village scholar existed whom they could have asked—Guan Qingshu—but folks collectively overlooked that Guan Jieyuan, much less Yang Rusong.

Chu An remained unperturbed and unbothered. He brought in extra tables and brushes, beckoning parents of enrolled kids to summon their children for crafting personal couplets.

The bustle intensified, pulling in nearly every villager.

The third great-uncle and fourth uncle got escorted over with support; one at ninety, the other eighty. They stood as longevity icons not just in the village but across the town and Baihua County. In this age, hitting seventy was exceptional, average lifespans hovering at fifty to sixty, rendering them true gems.

Beyond their upbeat spirits, the duo's longevity formula featured the liquor from Yang Ruxin, which mended their petty health woes. They now outshone even Yang Peili in vigor.

That explained the unanimous support for Yang Ruxin's medicinal wine venture; these elders embodied perfect live endorsements.

Yang Ruxin directed servants to fetch chairs, letting the two seniors settle in to observe the children scribbling couplets.

Tears brimming, some parents clutched their kids' couplets proudly: "Look, this is written by my son."