Truth to be told, Zhuang Jingye had never seen the county chief's calligraphy before. It was because Zhuang Qingning was warming her new house and had been doing a lot in the village that he asked Zhuang Lean to request a piece of calligraphy from the county chief.
In doing so, they could both reward Zhuang Qingning for helping to improve the villagers' livelihoods and show his authority and connections as the village chief, because he could even get the county chief's calligraphy.
Zhuang Jingye thought this was a brilliant idea.
"Father, before you continue..." Zhuang Lean wiped away some sweat.
Hearing this, Zhuang Jingye's face darkened. "You little rascal, what do you mean by that?"
"What do you mean 'before you say more', is it that you didn't get the county chief's calligraphy at all?"
