Teacher Wang asked with some uncertainty. Selling Spring Festival couplets can be quite profitable. His classmates have told him that in just a few days, piles of money could be tucked into one's pockets. He was both envious and jealous, but he had no connections and couldn't write them himself. His aging father had wasted all his calligraphy skills on farming, and now there was nowhere to stock up on couplets. They were all written and sold on the spot by experienced calligraphers. Even if they wanted to get some stock, there was no one to buy from.
"Teacher Wang, help me sell them," Qin Xiangnuan sincerely wanted to help Teacher Wang. He was a good person, had a kind heart, was honest, and was adaptable in his thinking. "Brother Jian might have told you already, I need to go home for the Spring Festival. There's only granny at home, and I have to help her buy new year's goods. My brother doesn't have much holiday time, so, this year I'm not planning to sell them."