The next day was the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, and it was time for Little New Year. Every household was busy with a major cleanup and preparing for the New Year, with a stronger scent of festivity in the air.
After breakfast, a steady stream of people began arriving at the house. The New Year hadn't even arrived yet, but there were so many visitors.
"Scholar Yang, help our family write another pair this year!"
"Scholar Yang, we raised a pig this year, help us write one for the pigsty!"
"Scholar Yang, write mine first!"
"..."
These were people looking for Yang Ming to write couplets. It turned out that every year, Yang Ming wrote couplets for the villagers, who would bring their own red paper, and he charged five copper coins for each pair.
Hmm, this was a way to make some money.
After Yang Ming had written for a while, he saw Xiaoxiao looking bored beside him, so he said, "Do you want to try writing?"