Chapter 172: Here Comes the City Inspector
"How many years?" Mr. Sun sighed at those few years. To have such strong brushwork in just a few years is not easy.
"Yeah," Qin Xiangnuan slightly lowered her eyes, gently pinching her fingers together.
"My family only has me and Eldest Brother, I was very young then, desperately writing Spring Festival couplets to earn money to support myself and brother," during those years, she would go out to sell every year. Writing was one part, selling was another. She wasn’t so noble as to feel ashamed of associating calligraphy with money. Selling Spring Festival couplets was not disgraceful, nor was it arrogant, nor pretentious.
When even food was scarce, what was the use of being haughty?
"Good," Mr. Sun laughed loudly, "This year for New Year, you will sell Spring Festival couplets with Grandpa Sun. We’ll write together, also calling those old fellows," indeed, Mr. Sun’s perspective was different, showing no contempt for Qin Xiangnuan. Instead, he admired that such a young child had a sharp mind and used her learning to make money, calm and fearless, and that was what mattered most.
And he also changed how he addressed himself, calling himself "Grandpa Sun," which brought them closer. From then on, Qin Xiangnuan had an adoptive grandfather who took good care of her, as well as her little Conghua pancake stall, something that Qin Xiangnuan initially did not know about.
Her little stall was thriving, with considerable income, which satisfied her. After a day’s work, it was very relaxing until one day, just as she set up her stall, park management came to chase her away, claiming it marred the park’s image. She didn’t sell anything that day, feeling somewhat deflated, even the dough she had prepared was wasted.