Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

"Old man, you'd better watch carefully."

Lu Luozhi wasn't intimidated at all; this was exactly her side job.

For the past two years, she has been setting up a street stall to write and sell Spring Festival couplets on the spot during the Spring Festival, so she is not afraid of this.

She took the brush, ignoring the pain from the wound on the back of her right hand, and skillfully dipped it in ink.

The ink used by wealthy people is also quite different; it is dark, smooth, and has a faint ink fragrance.

As soon as she touched it, she could clearly feel that the ink ground with an ink stick was quite different from regular ink.

Old Master Ying snorted, clearly looking down on her.

"Go ahead and write, just keep writing. Look at how great you are. Today, I'll see what you can come up with."

He stood to one side, hands behind his back, eyes wide open, waiting to see what remarkable words she could write.

He even argued with his father, who is the vice president of the city's calligraphy association.

Finding the cane tucked under her arm cumbersome, she naturally handed it to the old man beside her, saying, "Could you please hold this for me?"

Grandpa Ying was a little annoyed at being ordered around, but he still accepted it.

He suppressed his dissatisfaction, intending to wait until later to discuss it with her.

With her left hand supporting herself on the stone table, Lu Luozhi bent her waist slightly, and with her right hand holding the ink-dipped brush in the most upright posture, she began to write.

At first, Grandpa Ying looked down on this country girl from the bottom of his heart.

But as her eyes followed the words on the paper, the flowing, continuous characters, with their vigorous and powerful strokes, were beautiful and graceful, not weak or feeble.

The more he looked, the wider his eyes widened in disbelief.

His expression grew increasingly excited and focused, as if he had almost forgotten to breathe.

This is the kind of excitement and fervor that calligraphy enthusiasts feel when they meet a kindred spirit.

Soon, with a resolute look in his eyes, Lu Luozhi made his final stroke.

Suddenly turning around, I found that person in the dimly lit place.

The old man wrote a poem called "Po Zhen Zi", and she wrote a poem called "Qing Yu An" by Xin Qiji, "Yuan Xi".

"How is it? Pretty, right?"

She placed the calligraphy brushes she was holding on a brush holder to the side, proudly raising her slightly rounded chin.

"I already said, my handwriting is perfect."

"Beautiful."

Grandpa Ying was full of praise. He couldn't wait to pick up the long piece of paper, his eyes full of admiration and appreciation for the calligraphy.

Wonderful.

Cursive script emphasizes writing in one breath, with continuous strokes; a slight mistake can turn it into semi-cursive script.

But she didn't; it was completely cursive script, with every stroke and ending perfectly executed.

For Mr. Yu Ying, this calligraphy is already of the highest quality.

Lu Luozhi naturally saw the admiration on his face, and she felt a surge of pride.

Haha, I told you she wasn't bragging, she really does have that skill.

"By the way, I also know the Slender Gold style calligraphy."

She wasn't showing off on purpose.

Okay, actually it's just a tiny bit.

After all, not everyone knows how to appreciate calligraphy.

She picked up the calligraphy brush with great enthusiasm, and Grandpa Ying quickly laid out another new sheet of paper for her.

With a few strokes of the pen, the elegant and vigorous Slender Gold style of calligraphy leaps onto the paper.

Grandpa Ying didn't know what to say.

These are all things he's proud of.

With cursive script in his left hand and slender gold script in his right, the old man looked at it from left to right, but couldn't bear to put it down.

Suddenly he realized what he had been writing.

"You really learned that in college clubs?"

He couldn't help but ask.

It's just a club activity, not something she specifically trained for, yet she's reached this level—her talent is truly exceptional.

"Yeah, I learned it in college, just to get some credits, there was no other way."

Actually, that's not entirely true.

There's a small park next to the convenience store where she works part-time. There are other elderly people practicing calligraphy there, and half the reason she can write so well is because she learned from one of the old men in the park.

Lu Luozhi glanced at it and said, "Grandpa, if you like it, you can take it. This calligraphy isn't of much use to me."

Grandpa Ying originally wanted to refuse; he didn't care to take her things.

But then he suddenly remembered something.

Tomorrow the calligraphy association is having a dinner party to compare calligraphy skills. If he brings these two pieces of calligraphy there, won't he amaze everyone?

In recent years, his calligraphy has been belittled by other members, yes, his mortal enemy. Now, isn't there a perfect opportunity to prove them wrong?

"Then I'll accept it without hesitation."

After much deliberation, the old man, with a smile, put the two precious calligraphy and paintings aside, thinking he would put them away once the ink dried.

Then he noticed the wounds on her knees and hands, so he changed his previous cold attitude and helped her sit down on a stone bench.

"Sit down first, don't stand."

He then called out loudly towards the main house, "Old Ye, bring over some hot tea, fruit, and snacks."

The distance and indifference that existed before yesterday are gone.

The pavilion was not far from the main house. Old Ye was outside checking on the servants' cleaning when he heard the shout, so he curiously went over to take a look.

The old man rarely touches snacks, so why did he suddenly want to eat them?

When he saw the old man chatting and laughing with the young mistress he didn't particularly like in the pavilion, he was completely shocked.

The old man is actually chatting with the young mistress?

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

It is indeed true.

He wasn't mistaken.

The woman inside the pavilion is indeed the old man's young mistress!

His mouth was slightly agape in surprise.

"Old Ye, what are you looking at? Hurry up and get some tea and snacks."

"...Oh, okay, I'll go right away."

He belatedly came to his senses and hurriedly returned to the main house to instruct the other servants to prepare tea and snacks.

However, he was genuinely curious.

Why are the old man and the young mistress getting along so well all of a sudden?

Should we report this to Young Master Yichuan?

To Grandpa Ying's surprise, this country girl was quite remarkable. Not only could she write beautiful calligraphy, but she could also eloquently recount various poems and ancient history.

They can even express their views with precision.

And she even managed to persuade him.

For example, when discussing Su Dongpo's exile to Lingnan and the brotherly affection between him and his younger brother Su Zhe, they each had their own reasons and argued back so much that they almost came to blows, which attracted the attention of Lao Ye and his colleagues.

In the end, he was actually convinced by her. Su Zhe was just a... spoiled brother?

That's how she described it.

For the sake of his rebellious brother, he actually climbed to the position of prime minister.

Why didn't anyone tell him before that history could be understood this way...?