Siheyuan starts a 100,000-acre farm

By then, Li Aiguo's resume will be: a genius prodigy, an undergraduate student at Tsinghua University, a master's and doctoral student at MIT, the founder of a certain multinational group, and the richest man in the world. It's cool to think about it.

Li Aiguo didn't buy anything when he went to the street this time. He had all the supplies he needed. He had already bought firecrackers and fireworks. After feeling the New Year's atmosphere, he went back.

As soon as I arrived at the yard, I saw the third uncle Yan Bugui setting up a table and writing couplets for everyone. But it’s not for free, he has to charge for it. As his neighbor, Yan Bugui was embarrassed to collect money directly.

He then went in a roundabout way and wrote about peanuts and melon seeds and the like. He provided the pen and others provided the paper. No one was more calculating than him. After all, it basically cost no money. However, the red paper did require real money.

Li Aiguo ignored him and prepared to go back and write it himself. It was just calligraphy, it was not like he couldn't do it. He had learned it in his previous life.

I don’t know whether those born in the 2000s have large-character courses, but those born in the 1980s and 1990s definitely have, and they have also taken special targeted courses.

But Qin Jingru didn't know that. Thinking that the Spring Festival couplets at home had not been put up yet, she thought of asking Yan Bugui to write some.

"Uncle, I'll go get some red paper. Can you write something for me?"

"Sure, of course you can. But writing is very time-consuming. Just give me a handful of peanuts or sunflower seeds, just for the sake of showing your appreciation. I will write for you."

Yan Bugui agreed readily, but he also expressed his requirements implicitly, which were two handfuls of peanuts or melon seeds and a pair of Spring Festival couplets.

Peanuts and melon seeds are non-staple foods that are hard to buy and expensive, so Qin Jingru was unwilling to do so.

He immediately imitated Yi Zhonghai's political lesson to Yan Bugui and used moral suppression and said:

"Uncle, we are all neighbors. I asked you to write a couplet for the Spring Festival, and I also asked for peanuts and melon seeds. Don't you always say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors?"

Yan Bugui also blushed a little, and said angrily:

"Qin Jingru, you've only been here for a few days? You country girl don't know how high the heaven is and how deep the earth is. Don't you know what it means to write with kindness? Besides, I have to use my brain to write."

"you......"

When it comes to eloquence, Qin Jingru is really no match for teacher Yan Bugui. She was interrupted after talking for a long time.

"What do you mean by 'you'? You're a little girl who hasn't even graduated from junior high school, what do you know? I just asked everyone to give me some peanuts and sunflower seeds to nourish my brain, what's the big deal?"

Qin Jingru was so angry that her pretty face turned red and she was speechless. Li Aiguo couldn't stand it anymore. In fact, he thought it was normal for Yan Bugui to do this.

After all, isn't it normal for you to give me some labor fees when I write for you?

But I, Li Aiguo, only help my relatives and not others. No matter whether Qin Jingru is right or not, I, Li Aiguo, must help her. Don’t you know that Qin Jingru is my person?

Li Aiguo said immediately: "Qin Jingru, go to my desk and get my writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. I want to show this abacus guy what writing is. He has the nerve to charge for his skills! Don't embarrass yourself."

Li Aiguo's words were powerful and without any mercy. Qin Jingru knew that there were pens, ink, paper and inkstone on Li Aiguo's desk, but she had never seen Li Aiguo write anything.

Li Aiguo bought it just for show and of course he didn't write calligraphy on it deliberately.

Yan Bugui didn't believe that Li Aiguo could write, because calligraphy is not something that can be learned by memorization or intelligence, but requires long-term hard practice.

Seeing Li Aiguo's confident look, Qin Jingru dispelled her worries and hurried back home to get her stuff.

When everyone saw what Qin Jingru took out, they all began to believe that Li Aiguo could really write calligraphy.

After all, these things are quite convincing, they really have red paper, brushes, inkstones, and ink sticks.

Regardless of whether he can write or not, just by looking at this set of skills, you can tell that Li Aiguo is quite capable.

This is why Li Aiguo likes to do face-saving projects. After all, people judge a horse by its saddle and clothes. Having these things can instantly improve one's own status.

Yan Bugui's pupils shrank when he saw these things. He was not a person who didn't know the value of things. He didn't understand other things, but he knew about inkstones.

Looking at the square inkstone on the table, it has the five major stone types used to identify Duan inkstones: fish brain jelly, gold and silver lines, blue and white, fire-resistant patterns, and stone eyes.

The inkstone is square in shape and is from a top-quality old mine. It is surrounded by shallow relief carvings depicting a night trip to Chibi.

That is the story of Su Dongpo, Wang Tingjian and Foyin's night trip to Chibi.

Yan Bugui stared with his eyes wide open and couldn't help but touch it.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! You can only look but not touch. If you break something, you can't afford to pay for it."

Li Aiguo shouted loudly. He was not talking nonsense, but the inkstone was really expensive.

Even if it cost him dozens of dollars in this era, it could be sold for tens of millions in the future.

The inkstone is not a consumable item like the ink stick. When grinding ink, it is not the inkstone that produces the ink, but the ink stick.

Therefore, the price of a good inkstone is extremely high. After all, this thing can be passed down for thousands of years.

Yan Bugui smiled awkwardly. He also knew the value of this inkstone, and his eyes were full of envy.

"Aiguo, this inkstone of yours is really a good thing. It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Yan Bugui asked indirectly about the price of the inkstone. He was indeed very curious, but Li Aiguo would not tell him.

"Don't ask how much it costs, just use your ink."

Li Aiguo dipped a few drops of water on the Yantai, picked up the ink stick and rubbed it on it. The ink stick was not expensive at more than a few cents.

But in this era, you can buy better ink sticks for a few cents, and they are top-quality soot ink.

Li Aiguo finished grinding the ink in just a few seconds.

Li Aiguo carefully unfolded the red paper and smoothed it with a paperweight. He stood in front of the table and smiled confidently.

Holding the brush in hand and dipping it in thick ink, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Yan Bugui with eyes full of disdain.

His brushstrokes flow smoothly on the paper, and every word is given life by him, with smooth lines and graceful strokes.

His calligraphy is like flowing clouds and water, or like a dragon emerging from the sea, majestic and powerful. He is more than a little better than Yan Bugui.

After a while, a pair of patriotic spring couplets appeared before my eyes:

First Couplet: The country is magnificent, and the great achievements will last for thousands of years.

Second line: The years have been turbulent, and the heroic spirit has forged the national spirit.

Li Aiguo has come to this era and has always adhered to the saying that there are some things that you can choose not to do, but you must say them.

There are some things you can do, but you can’t say them with a gun pointed at your head.

There are also some things that we talk about all the time, such as Li Aiguo's family background, his family of loyal heroes, and this couplet.

I'm not afraid that the beasts in this yard will be annoyed by what I say. Anyway, I'm not annoyed.