"I was wondering why you were being so attentive. So you came here to mooch off some calligraphy?"
Lin Gongshang grinned. "How can that be called mooching? I'm soaking up the atmosphere of traditional culture, getting some refinement. Maybe it'll bless my unborn child so they grow up to be a cultured, handsome scholar."
At that, Song Zhou smiled. "No problem. I still have paper and brushes here. I'll write them for you. How many do you need?"
"Song Zhou, you're the best. Probably one for the front gate, one outside the living room, and as for window decorations and fortune characters, just write whatever you think is suitable."
"What should they say?"
"I haven't read much, so I don't know what people usually write at a time like this. Just write whatever you think fits. Anything auspicious will do."
Song Zhou thought for a moment, then lowered his head and wrote one for him.
Writing Spring Festival couplets only took a few minutes. A few minutes later, Lin Gongshang happily went home with Lu Ao's return gift and the couplets.
Lu Ao was actually quite well-liked in the village. The elderly people he had looked after for so long had always remembered his kindness.
Now that the elders' children had returned home, their families had bought plenty of New Year goods and prepared all sorts of food for the holiday. Thinking that Lu Ao and Song Zhou were both men, the villagers sent them no shortage of cooked dishes and pastries.
In truth, everyone's dishes and pastries were more or less the same, but every portion represented their goodwill. Lu Ao did not refuse any of them and smiled as he gave return gifts.
After receiving the gifts and seeing the Spring Festival couplets Song Zhou had written, the