"Yes, yes, I almost forgot the main task. Zhiyuan, your calligraphy for Spring Festival couplets and the 'Fu' characters is really good, even better than those sold at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. Can you write some for my family too?"
"That's right, Zhiyuan, write some for my family too. We and the Jiang family have been old neighbors for decades. A few generations back, Uncle Dashan and I share the same ancestors."
The villagers hoped that Fang Zhiyuan, the cultured person from the Capital City, could write Spring Festival couplets for them.
Fang Zhiyuan readily agreed: "Sure, bring the red paper, and I'll write them for you."
"Haha, Zhiyuan, you're such a good and honest kid. Wait, I'll get the materials from home right away."
Seeing him agree, the villagers joyfully ran home, eager to bring the red paper back quickly, afraid of being late and missing out.
