Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away-Chapter 63 - Sixty-three How does Ji Pianran know so much_1

These people all wanted their money back, and now her little leather shoes, wool coat, everything was up in the air.

It simply choked her up.

Rolling up her sleeves, she said, “The money’s been paid, is there still room for regret? What are you thinking?”

No matter what, she must make that money.

Shen Cuilan had been standing nearby watching for a while, and to be honest, disliking Lei Bo and Dong Qingfang was not a matter of a day or two for her.

If it weren’t for his father being a village official, they would have come to blows a long time ago.

A seven-yuan couplet, to be honest, really made her wince, but seeing everyone buying, she had no choice but to follow suit.

Who knew that Dong Qingfang would actually try to play dirty and not give her money back?

Wasn’t this just blatant hooliganism?

Shen Cuilan had one big flaw: she loved money as if it were her life, otherwise she wouldn’t have gone to Gu Chen’s house over forty yuan, ending up with a slap in the face.

Now hearing that Dong Qingfang refused to return her money was like adding fuel to the fire!

“How can you be so shameless? I’m telling you, Dong, hand the money over quick, or don’t blame me for not being polite.”

Dong Qingfang was a shrew, and Shen Cuilan was no pushover either.

When two tough women from the village came head-to-head, if they started fighting, it would certainly be quite a spectacle.

Now, things were getting interesting.

At this moment, many who wanted their money back but didn’t dare confront Lei Bo directly began to egg Shen Cuilan on.

“Cuilan, beat her up!”

“Exactly, Cuilan, you absolutely shouldn’t hold back. They say a woman gets old fast when she’s angry; scratch her!”

“Really, it’s a shame your father-in-law is just a village official. If he were a big leader, wouldn’t we be bullied to death by you?”

The crowd instantly got noisy again, with almost everyone siding with Shen Cuilan.

Lei Bo may be aggressive, but he’s not foolish.

All these people chanting for their money back, it seemed the money would have to be refunded whether willingly or not.

He couldn’t let a few yuan tarnish his name for eternity.

Seeing his wife about to clash with Shen Cuilan, Lei Bo quickly pulled Dong Qingfang aside and said to the crowd, “Alright, alright, stop the noise. I’ll refund everyone, one by one.”

Upon hearing that Lei Bo would refund the money, everyone’s concerns dissipated.

“Good, hurry up, mine.”

“And mine.”

“Mine…”

Gu Chen had no interest in watching Lei Bo refund money.

Taking advantage of the commotion of people demanding their money, Ji Pianran had already placed a thick stack of red paper on the table.

She also took out Teacher Li’s inkstone and brought it over.

Seeing the inkstone dry up, she tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear and began to grind ink seriously.

Her pressure was steady, round and round, slowly grinding, not in a hurry at all.

Gu Chen, seeing her meticulous work, came over with a smile.

“That’s enough, no need to be so precise, you’ll tire yourself out later,” he said, his heart aching for his wife.

Ji Pianran shook her head, “This is soot ink, made from the smoke of burned animal or plant oils, refined and then combined with musk and borneol, among other ingredients. It’s top-quality ink.”

Top-quality ink naturally required careful grinding.

Gu Chen’s eyebrows twitched, and he was somewhat surprised.

She actually knew about these things?

The last time, with the goji berries, he felt that Ji Pianran might not be as simple as she appeared.

This time, just by looking at it, she knew what kind of ink this was, which meant she must have had dealings with these things before.

Gu Chen subconsciously wanted to test her, pretending to be curious he said, “Oh, from what you’re saying, this ink is good ink?”

Ji Pianran continued to grind the ink, her tone indifferent.

“Soot ink is attractive without being too heavy. It contains some oil that hasn’t been completely burned off, which adds glossiness and charm, increases permeation, and also provides anti-corrosion and anti-termite properties.”

Looking at Ji Pianran in front of him, he suddenly had a bold guess.

She wasn’t a refugee.

Knowing about goji berries might have been a coincidence for a refugee.

But knowing so much about soot ink, so precisely, she must have been born in a scholarly family and been influenced by these things for a long time.

Now, Lei Bo had finally refunded everyone’s money.

Shen Cuilan was the first to come over.

“Gu Chen, I was wrong about last time. We’re neighbors after all. Don’t take it to heart,” she said.

Gu Chen nodded with a smile, “Then you should say it to Pian Ran.”

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It was his wife who had been scolded; apologies should be made to her.

Hearing this, Shen Cuilan awkwardly smiled before turning to Ji Pianran, and with a smile she said, “Pian Ran, you know what I’m like, I just have a bad temper, but I’m not like some people.”

When she said ‘some people,’ she glanced meaningfully at Dong Qingfang.

Then she continued, “I don’t mean any harm, nor would I ever hurt anyone. Don’t take last time’s incident to heart.”

Ji Pianran nodded, “Of course not.”

To be honest, living as neighbors with Shen Cuilan for so many years, regardless of her harshness, she had never done anything too underhanded.

It was just a verbal quarrel at most.

Ji Pianran was not a petty person, so since the other party had apologized, she gave them a way out.

It made everyone look good.

Seeing that Ji Pianran had forgiven her, Shen Cuilan finally felt a weight lifted off her chest.

She looked at Gu Chen with a smile, “Chenzi, now will you write it for me?”

Honestly, she had been somewhat worried that Gu Chen wouldn’t write for her.

That’s why she had come to apologize.

Gu Chen, who was not one to hold grudges, seeing Ji Pianran nodding, immediately picked up the brush and wrote a pair of couplets on red paper.

The first line was: Welcoming the New Year for a thousand years.

The second line was: Auspicious snow heralds a bountiful harvest.

The horizontal inscription: Abundance year after year.

Now, when everyone saw Gu Chen had finished writing the first pair, they crowded around him, eager to see how well he really wrote.

It turned out that his writing was truly beautiful, even better than those sold in the city streets.

It had even more spirit!

“Bravo!”

Someone shouted out.

Then everyone was praising, and some even started to clap.

“The writing is really good, Chenzi, well done!”

“Auspicious snow heralds a bountiful harvest, I just love that phrase. It means our crops will grow even better next year!”

Shen Cuilan, a farmer at heart, was overjoyed at these words.

With the first couplet proving satisfactory, everyone felt assured.

They began to compete to have Gu Chen write for them.