"Brother, listen to yourself. Buying couplets shouldn't be on you to pay. I've got the money, I'll just buy them." Jiang Changtao said openly.
Last year, he earned quite a bit following Jiang Changhai, so he didn't mind spending a little now.
"Uncle Jiang, Brother Jiang, if you don't mind, why don't we just buy some red paper, and I can write couplets and the 'Fu' character for the family?" Fang Zhiyuan suggested.
"That sounds great, it's settled then. This year, you will write the couplets and 'Fu' characters for our family," Jiang Changhai decided right away.
"Zhiyuan, you can write calligraphy?" Jiang Dashan asked with some reverence, because in his mind, those who could write with a brush were people of high cultural standing.
Fang Zhiyuan nodded slightly, "I know a little. I practice sometimes when I'm free."
