The Book of Law was written by Li Kui of Wei during the Warring States Period, and it is generally believed that Han Fei founded the Legalists.

Han Fei was born about one or two hundred years later than Li Kui, and studied under Confucianism Xunzi, and the hundreds of schools of thought have opened the careers of Confucianism, Mohist, farmer, doctor, Taoist, and Yin and Yang.

Time flies, and the end of the year is approaching.

After the reform and opening up, inland cities have set off a boom in coastal cities to work, and Lijiaao is no exception.

Some villagers in Lijiaao work outside all the year round, and have not returned home for the New Year for several years, and they all return to their hometowns after hearing about the changes in the village, and look at the muddy mountain road that rained when it became a flat cement road, and in previous years, it was difficult to see a figure on the road to Lijiaao in the countryside, but now it is busy.

"Yo, Uncle Hongda and Aunt Liumei are back, Xiaoguang and Xiaoling have grown so tall!"

Li Sande drove a silver-white van back from the county town to buy goods, and on the way met Li Hongda, Su Liumei, and their daughter, villagers who had worked in Lingnan Province for many years.

"Sande! The good guys have bought the car!", Li Hongda remembered that Li Sande's family used to be so poor that it was tinkling.

"Hey, I didn't open a restaurant in the village, this car is just used to pull goods! There is still a place on the car, I'll go back later!"

Li Sande parked the car and said to Li Hongda and Su Liumei's family.

"Okay, Linghua, are you shouting about leg pain? Don't thank you Brother Sande!"

Li Hongda lifted all the big bags and small bags he brought back to the car, and pushed his little daughter Li Linghua again.

"Thank you, Brother Sande!", Li Linghua is only twelve years old, and she is nearly one meter five.

"What are you thanking for from a village?", Li Sande said disapprovingly as he drove the car.

"I haven't been home for two years, and it's all changed! I heard that the tea factory in the village has also reopened?"

The changes along the way are too great, Li Hongda was full of emotion in his heart, and remembered another rumor.

"Yes, our village's Baduan incense ancient method health tea won the gold medal at the provincial agricultural exhibition, and later won the title of national intangible cultural heritage, and the business is not good!"

"That's really remarkable! I heard that these are all made by Qingwa, the son of Brother Dahai's family?"

"Yes, since Qingzi returned to the village, the village has begun to change! Now there are many people who come to Lijiaao Primary School every day to listen to Qingzi or Teacher Meng study, and there are also some things that go to the village to sell tea, or go to the Sanqing Temple to burn incense, anyway, now the people in the village can earn money without going out! Uncle Da, when you come back this year, don't go out, look at people's faces outside, how can you stay happy in the village! And this year has passed the tea period, if you wait until next year, Dongfeng Tea Farm will start official mass production, the village will have money to share with everyone!"

Li Sande felt that his little hair was beyond his cognition, and even gave him an illusory feeling, if it wasn't for everything that was real, he would suspect that he was dreaming, and he was babbling to Li Hongda.

"Don't go out, don't go out, just stay in the village!"

Li Hongda never dared to think that Li Jiaao, who was trapped in the depths of the mountains, would have such a day, and all this change was only because of Li Changqing, who was from Li Dahai's family, repeating excitedly.

As soon as Li Sande drove a van and waited for Li Hongda's family to return to the village, Sun Yingzhong, chairman of the Wen'an Calligraphy Association, Zhao Guizhong, vice chairman, and Zhang Chun, and a large number of members of the calligraphy association entered the village and surrounded Li Jianguo in the village committee.

"Secretary Li, please help me with something!", Sun Yingzhong said sincerely.

"You big ticket people came to Qingwa again to ask for words?"

Li Jianguo knew very well that this group of people from the Calligraphy Association were very obsessed with Li Changqing's calligraphy, and they came to Lijiaao every once in a while, and they could probably guess the intentions of Sun Yingzhong, Zhao Gui and others.

"Hehe, isn't it about to be the New Year, every household has a new couplet, and we are thinking if we can ask for a few Spring Festival couplets from Master Li to hang!", Sun Yingzhong smiled and said with a smile.

"Your dignified president of the Wen'an Calligraphy Association came to our Li Jiaao to ask for Spring Festival couplets, and you are not afraid of others laughing at you!", Li Jianguo said teasingly.

"There's no way, I'm used to seeing Master Li's words, and then looking at my own words, I always feel very twisted! It's not very comfortable to hang on the door frame and look at it, if you can change it to the Spring Festival couplets written by Master Li, you will definitely feel comfortable!"

"That is, if you let someone laugh at a few words, you can get Master Li's Spring Festival couplets, even if you let everyone laugh at a few words, why don't you just get a few more Spring Festival couplets from Master Li!"

Sun Yingzhong and Zhao Guizhong, the two presidents and vice presidents of the Wen'an Calligraphy Association, sang and harmonized, showing their desire for Li Changqing to write couplets vividly.

"It's really that you calligraphy idiots can't help it, but the words are in front of me, I'll be responsible for taking you up the mountain, as for whether Qingwa is willing to write Spring Festival couplets for you, that's your business!"

"Uh-huh!"

The group went up the mountain and saw Li Changqing outside the grove.

"Master Li, a few of us are here to ask for Spring Festival couplets, and we also know that every word of Master Li is very precious, so we also brought some small gifts to give to Master Li!"

Sun Yingzhong, Zhao Guizhong, Zhang Chun, etc. all presented their own collection of famous antique calligraphy and paintings at the bottom of the box, although it was a little painful, but if I could change to the couplet written by Li Changqing, I felt a lot more comfortable.

"You keep the things, wait for me to write three Spring Festival couplets and let Uncle Jianguo take them down the mountain! After you go down the mountain, write more Spring Festival couplets for the villagers to choose, see who writes the Spring Festival couplets that are selected by the villagers more, and the top three can get a pair of Spring Festival couplets!"

The villagers of Lijiaao have also greatly improved their appreciation of calligraphy, and they can't look down on those printed Spring Festival couplets, and Li Changqing can't help every household write a pair of Spring Festival couplets, and the level of this group of people in the calligraphy association is just right to meet the needs of the villagers, along with him.

As a result, there was a magical scene on the playground of Lijiaao Primary School, where the president and vice president of the Wen'an Calligraphy Association and several backbone elites were working hard to recommend the couplets they wrote to the village names for free......

Before the child, Meng Yuncheng and Shen Ruolin went home, and Meng Hongru was still guarding the Sanqing Temple.

January 27 of the solar calendar, the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

In the past, the villagers were on the card table after eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but this year they all gathered on the playground to watch the Spring Festival Gala on a big screen, regardless of the program, this happy and peaceful atmosphere made every Li Jiaao villager intoxicated.

Li Changqing looked quite pleased, self-cultivation and the Qi family should have done it, and it was time to go out for a walk after the New Year!