She Only Cares About Cultivation

In An Yi’s view, these people have been spoiled. Imagine her, a renowned calligrapher, having sold pieces worth several hundred thousand copper coins, now writing for free, yet all sorts of messy issues arise. When the pride of writers and scholars kicks in, the words can get quite harsh.

While the villagers of the village, through these few confrontations, also noticed her rather aloof and solitary personality, she is still kind at heart. People with strong principles agree with her, but those with ulterior motives find her difficult to get along with. Yet her writing is genuinely good, so they’re reluctant to let go, clicking their tongues and heading home to find paper. From their viewpoint, it’s—

Isn’t it foolish behavior not to take advantage?

Unfortunately, the woman only writes for the main entrance. They wanted her to write a few more characters, for the main door, side doors, and even help write for their relatives’ houses, but she was unwilling. She even brought those two girls to recognize people (because she couldn’t identify everyone in the village, lest they switch someone and come to ask again), really stingy!

An Yi also figured it out. No matter the era, there’s never a lack of people looking for petty advantages. When you help them, they find it natural, and seeing you easy to talk to, they want to take even more advantage. Damn it, they really think she’s easy to fool. If someone changes to wait in line again and wants a second piece, the first one is confiscated directly. If not, Qiuxia and Caihua will go to their house to demand it. Their expression honestly scared the onlookers.

The village chief secretly pulled An Yi aside: "Xiao’an, it’s the big New Year, why are you so angry? See if this works, we forget about what’s given out, I’ll instruct them well. If anyone doesn’t follow the rules, we’ll take back the previous one, okay? Look, for such a trivial matter, it’s really not worth it, anger harms the body!"

The village chief provided a way out, An Yi pursed her lips, feeling obliged to comply, she nodded.

"Alright, I’ll listen to you. It’s not that I’m stingy, but so many people are still waiting in the village, and my family has a little baby. It’s cold, couldn’t have Caihua standing here holding the child watching me, could we? My daughter sticks to me a lot; neither her second mom nor third mom can coax her. I’d rather spend my time arguing to go home and hold my daughter; isn’t she more fragrant? Yet still, some don’t cooperate."

"Alright, alright, I understand, fully understand. I’ll go tell those waiting in line. You’ve really worked hard, solving a big problem for the people. Honestly, it’s also because your writing is good. Previously, it was the accountant who helped write, and even they came this year to ask you to write, so no wonder everyone is lining up so long!"

An Yi only listened to these flattering words, never took them to heart. After all, this is really physical labor.

In this cold weather, even the ink needs to be placed beside the stove. Although writing is done indoors, how could it be warmer than home? Her face and hands are frozen red, and her daughter stays in this noisy place to watch her. As soon as she hears the buzzing crowd, she can’t help but feel frustrated and impatient, followed by regret, regretting listening to the village chief and doing this physical labor.

If these people were understanding, it would be fine, but they continuously create problems for her, so how could her mood be good?

Seeing An Yi’s unpleasant expression, the village chief felt a bit uncomfortable too, but the empathizing accountant beside him advised him.

"Xiao’an has done well to this extent, she’s not a local born and raised here, shouldn’t she have a small temper? I’ve actually endured silently for many years too, really exhausting. You might think, just writing a few characters, but do you know how many characters need to be written in a day? Can’t you see Xiao’an’s face and hands freezing? Have you ever seen her suffer like this before?"

"This year with Xiao’an helping me share the burden, I’m really grateful. You see how much I like the characters she writes. I only dare to ask for one piece; she’s really not easy. You should quickly manage the people in the village, don’t let them step the nose on the face, because for these characters, if you collect, it’s absolutely worth it."

The village chief didn’t expect the accountant to give such high praise: "Really?"

"What do you think? The writing is so good, brighter than printed type. Anyway, I’m not willing to hang it on my house’s main door. I’d treasure it, with such beautiful writing, it’s worth collecting. When the weather warms up, I want Xiao’an to help write one for my family, and I’ll take some time for mounting and hang it up."

The village chief chuckled: "You’re exaggerating."