Joyful Motherhood in a Rural Family

chapter 87

Chapter 87: Ms. Wang’s Downfall

Actually, this was an oversight on the part of Nan Tianzong!

In her previous life, Liu Sisi was an orphan. Not long after she got into college, her grandpa, who had raised her since childhood, passed away.

With no source of income, she had to work part-time jobs while studying to complete her education.

Her most frequent job was naturally selling small commodities at the night market! Gradually, she honed her bargaining and business skills.

“I’ve said before that I can read and write…”

Liu Sisi’s eyes brightened! She hurriedly approached and asked, “Do you also copy books for students here? How much do you charge for copying one book? For example, the Three Character Classic, the Analects, the Mencius, the Tao Te Ching, how much do you quote for these?”

Liu Sisi thought more, as it was already midsummer. When winter arrived with heavy snow, she wouldn’t be able to continue doing this work, right?

At that time, if she took on some copying jobs to do at home, it would also be a decent income.

Nan Tianzong’s smile, like encountering a spring breeze, almost collapsed, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch slightly.

“You… plan to support your family by copying books and making money?”

“How could that be possible? I just think that copying books can somewhat supplement the household expenses. Of course, I don’t dare to expect to make a lot of money, but as long as it’s profitable, that’s always good. Don’t you agree, shopkeeper?” Liu Sisi’s watery eyes blinked, and the clever, calculating radiance in her eyes was skillfully hidden by her.

Nan Tianzong stared intently at her familiar smile, feeling an inexplicable stirring in his heart.

He casually picked up a brush-pen and a piece of paper from the side and pushed them towards her, “Come! Write a few words for me to see.”

It turns out that he still needs to test her first!

Liu Sisi rolled her eyes and confidently took the brush-pen dipped it in ink. The scene before her eyes seemed to transport her back to her past life as a child when she practiced writing with a brush-pen under her grandpa’s guidance.

With a sweep of the brush, she wrote down Yue Fei’s famous verse: “Don’t waste time, youth fades, emptily regretting!”

With the brush-pen down, the flower-pin small script was completed!

Nan Tianzong took a breath and couldn’t help but look down. Although there were just a few words, each one was round, delicate, upright, and neat. They were thin and soaring, revealing a touch of elegant and lively charm.

It was soft yet thin, gentle yet vigorous.

It truly embodied the saying, “a person is reflected in their handwriting.”

“Don’t waste time, youth fades, emptily regretting…”

Nan Tianzong murmured softly, examining her closely from head to toe, various thoughts rolling in his mind.

The ancients said that the flower-pin small script is “as delicate as the ice from a jade vessel, as enchanting as the moon on Yatai mountain, gently like a tree, and serene like a Qingfeng.” Now that he saw it, it was indeed not a false reputation!

However, how could this simple country woman have acquired such good writing skills?

Could it be that she was sent by “him”?