"What's the red paper for?" Qin Xiangyang was still tallying their accounts, but he was also capable of multitasking and heard what his sister was saying.
"Isn't it almost the New Year? I want to write Spring Festival couplets and sell them."
Qin Xiangnuan showed her written characters to Qin Xiangyang, "Brother, do you think my writing is good, or is the ones sold by others better?"
"Sister's writing is good," Qin Xiangyang answered without hesitation. Everything about his own sister was good, of course, her writing was too; he might not understand it, but he just believed that his sister's writing was good.
"Then shall we buy it?"
Qin Xiangnuan had made up her mind this year. She wanted to sell Spring Festival couplets, not just for the extra money, but she really wanted to know to what extent her calligraphy had developed.
She had started practicing since she was six years old.
