At the moment, the two of them sighed repeatedly, saying that although this gentleman's handwriting was smooth and smooth, he obviously had no original way of writing.
Some people around him could also see the clues and agreed with Hua Qingqiao Daoquan's comments. No wonder the two judged it like this. Even Xun Yuantuo didn't know why. He hurriedly pointed his eyes at his husband, but the latter ignored him. After writing, he put down his pen, like an old monk in meditation. Xun Yuantuo has seen Mr. Xun write several times. His handwriting and paper writing are extremely charming. His handwriting is thin but not sickly, like a hale and hearty old man. His strength and strength are unmatched by others.
Why are you so uncharacteristic of yourself today and writing so strangely? Xun Yuantuo was puzzled. When he was wondering, Mr. Zhou slowly said, "Yuantuo, please be patient and put this piece of information in a prominent position first, and then make the theory."
Mr. Xun took the rice paper and saw several lines of small characters on the paper, clearly describing the current situation of Luo Hanyan's family. At the end of the chapter, there is a line of slightly larger handwriting: I hope you will help me. At that moment, he figured out what Teacher Qibafen meant, but he was not familiar with the layout of the streets in Dongyin City, so he had to entrust the stall owner with help. He first went to the street and handed the stall owner two taels of silver, and then handed over the rice paper. to the latter. Perhaps Mr. Xun himself didn't even know that during the time he spent with Mr. Zhou, he might have been influenced by what he saw and heard, and he vaguely understood some simple ways of talking to people and doing things. Besides, in normal times, there are servants and servants taking care of everything, so it's not his turn to worry about it. Although he is a little unfamiliar now, it is not easy to figure it out.
After all, he is a young master in the same lineage. He has a somewhat arrogant temper, which seems to be taken for granted in the eyes of others.
Seeing that Mr. Zhou was no longer speaking, everyone in the audience dispersed, leaving only Hua Qing and Qiao Daoquan, who were making calculations in their minds. You must know that the supply of Na brushes exceeds the demand in the literati circle. You need to have a certain way to get such a precious brush as you wish. If you can get it at a reasonable price, you will definitely be able to earn a lot of face in the circle. Furthermore, although I don’t know where this gentleman comes from, looking at the calligraphy alone, I’m afraid he doesn’t have much talent. On the other hand, this young man is very majestic, and he doesn’t come from an ordinary wealthy family. I’m afraid this calligraphy also comes from someone like him. The hands of this young master. If he can take the initiative to show his kindness, he might be able to take over the position of his husband. At that time, the benefits will not be just a few pens, but it is also unknown whether he can advance directly into the officialdom.
So the two of them never left. Instead, they sat down at the tea stall and chatted with Xun Yuantuo intentionally or unintentionally.
It was hottest at noon, and the two scribes were so hot that they were sweating profusely. They wanted to peel off their clothes, but they didn't want to miss this opportunity.
After waiting for more than an hour, the two extremely hot people still didn't see Xun Yuantuo showing any intention of being tempted. At this moment, his words were somewhat straightforward and they no longer adhered to the so-called etiquette.
After dismissing the two literati's invitations in an understatement, Xun Yuantuo sighed. For more than an hour, no one had stopped by the simple notice for a long time. At most, they only scanned the content, and then continued to look at it with disapproval. Wandering on the street.
Occasionally, two people stopped to take a look and caught a glimpse of Zhou Kefa with a gentle smile, but they just shook their heads, muttered and went elsewhere.
Mr. Zhou sat upright as usual, but Xun Yuantuo heard clearly.
Some people say that this poor gentleman was so greedy for money that he came up with such excuses to swindle money. Some people even said it was just sensationalism. If this family was really like this, why didn't they come to ask for help in person? They must have fabricated a tragic story to win everyone's attention.
The streets were bustling with people, but no one thought this was credible.
"It's getting late." Zhou Kefa looked at the sky, wiped the sweat from his temples with a handkerchief, sighed and said, "It seems that it will take at least a few years to see peace and prosperity."
After saying that, he bent down to pick up the bamboo hat placed by his feet and placed it firmly on the table. The bamboo hat was very worn, and it was very conspicuous when it was left on the table. If it were someone else, the shopkeeper would have choked with him, but the two taels of silver handed over by Mr. Xun earlier were indeed soft and hard to bite.
So the stall owner stopped controlling him and allowed this weird gentleman to do whatever he wanted. With nothing more than a broken bamboo hat, could it be possible that he could attract hundreds of pedestrians and overturn his tea stall?
The stall owner didn't expect that despite all the calculations, he actually got it right once.
Hua Qing, Qiao Daoquan and others had been waiting impatiently for a long time, wondering why this young master was so unhappy, and they needed to be given a sure word whether the matter would be successful or not. Procrastinating like this is just a waste of time. The patience of the two of them has been completely worn out by enduring the heat and heat. Now they really have the idea of leaving the problem and going home.
Just when he was about to say goodbye to Xun Yuantuo and go back home, he stood up. Then he found that Zhou Kefa had picked up the golden pen again and scribbled a few lines of words on the bamboo hat. They were so distressed that they beat their chests and stamped their feet, wishing they could write those words. The pen was snatched from the poor gentleman's hand.
You must know that the bamboo hat is made of woven bamboo strips, which is very uneven. Not to mention that it is a new bamboo hat and still has some bamboo silk burrs. Writing with a brush will definitely tear the rabbit hair and bend it.
The quality of the bamboo hat in front of them was terrible. There were eight or nine broken and damaged areas. When the brush tip touched it, it was clearly visible that the brush tip was pulled out, which made the two of them extremely sad.
"Don't you, old man, know the origin of this piece of writing? Such cursive writing will definitely ruin the quality of this piece of writing. How can you waste natural resources like this!" Hua Qing couldn't suppress his anger, and he didn't care about etiquette. He shouted at the ignorant person. cried the gentleman.
"Hua Qing, wait a minute." He stopped the furious Hua Qing with one hand. The latter looked over and saw his friend Qiao Daoquan's look of horror. "It's never too late to look at this word and get annoyed."
Hua Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked intently.
I saw two lines of appropriately sized characters on the damaged bamboo hat, which represented the majestic mountains and flowing water. The ending of the pen was very measured, and the strokes at the center and side were all just right. Although they were as artificial as dragons and phoenixes, they were still Without losing the atmosphere and simplicity.
If a layman can see this word and applaud it, it may not necessarily be a first-class word, but if an expert can't see any flaws, then the word "Bento" is really a perfect word. What's more, let alone any flaws, even Qiao Hua, who usually has a very high vision, unanimously felt that this inheritance and transformation coincided with God's will, which was enough to be called a dharma tie.
It is said that it is rare in the world to reach this level, but the two of them looked at it for a long time and realized that the beauty of this word is more than that.
Common sense says that the surface of a bamboo hat is uneven, but only when you look at it directly can you feel that it is round and smooth. But these two lines of words, no matter where you look at them, the handwriting across the bamboo strips can be connected naturally, which shocked the two people even more.
"Old sir, may I ask how much this bamboo hat is worth? If you don't mind, you can come to my humble residence to discuss the final price." As expected of Qiao Daoquan, who had been among the scribes in Dongyin City for many years, he was the first to speak out not long after, which provoked Hua Qing was quite dissatisfied.
"Sir, why don't you come and sit in my house? I happen to have a few small works by today's calligraphers at home. I believe that the gentleman who wrote such good calligraphy also has extraordinary appreciation skills. If you are free today, I would like to ask you to appreciate them."
Qiao Daoquan squinted, "According to your old-fashioned pedantic style of writing, if sir comes to your house, why don't you be forced to leave by such a sour smell?"
Hearing this, Hua Qing was not willing to be outdone, and snorted coldly: "Who doesn't know that you, Qiao Daoquan, have a lot of ink in your belly? Every time you write an article, you have to spend a lot of money to hire people to promote it, so that you have such a vain reputation today, and I still have it. I am really shameless in commenting on the writing style in front of me.”
The two people's words became more and more radical, and they almost got into a fight in the middle of the street. The two were prominent figures in Dongyin City. With this commotion, more and more onlookers gathered, surrounding the alley and the street.
Those who watch the excitement don’t mind the fuss, that’s always been the case.
ps. Yesterday I set a scheduled release, and then I went to bed. I looked at it today and it didn’t go out.
My reputation for stable updates is gone!
