Two well-known literati in Dongyin City at the moment, they looked at each other and said something sarcastic in every possible way. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he almost made a move without caring about the quality of his outfit.
Such a rare new thing attracted the surrounding pedestrians and people to come forward to take a closer look, almost filling the entire street with water. The identities of Huaqing Qiao Daoquan are not trivial, and everyone is curious about them. They get along very well on weekdays, cherish each other, and often recite poems and travel together. Why did he even forget about his dignity in this situation? From what he heard, it was just to fight for a tattered bamboo hat.
More and more people gathered around, until some literati who were proficient in calligraphy also came forward to watch. Zhou Yanfa did not stop him, but generously placed the bamboo hat on the table for everyone to look at. .
"It is indeed a masterpiece. I have been living for a long time and have seen countless copies of famous ancient masters. But the copies are just copies after all. The divine intention is lost ten to sixty-seven times. How can the two lines of the Dharma book in front of me be as clever as this? The word "Yi Laochan" comes from Look, even if it is placed in the inner courtyard of the palace, it still needs someone to take care of it and enshrine it. It is really a top-notch product." An old man in the crowd exclaimed, interrupting the argument between Qiao Hua and Qiao Hua. Both of them felt that the voice of the old man who spoke was very familiar. They looked back and felt a chill in their hearts.
The identity of the person speaking is extremely valuable, and it is not an exaggeration to call him the best in Dongyin City.
The old man is a descendant of a famous family. His ancestors can be said to be unparalleled in the literary world of Qi State, and famous writers have emerged one after another from generation to generation. Although the old man's family wealth is not as good as before, he is still prominent. The family wealth accumulated over thousands of years is not something Qiao Hua and Qiao Hua can match. Therefore, both of them were a little annoyed. If Thunder had taken action just now, instead of running against each other, the hat would have fallen into the hands of the two of them. How could the situation be like this?
"If you like it, Mr. Zhou, just take it." Surrounded by the crowd, Mr. Zhou slowly spoke. "The money is free, but you have to agree to a few conditions."
Mr. Zhou's words were like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves, and the crowd immediately started rolling. Who doesn’t know the preciousness of this word? This is a Dharma book that can be hung in the royal study room. Even if it is written on a bamboo hat, it is worth a thousand gold per word, but this gentleman in simple clothes says he does not accept money?
Some people shook their heads and sighed. Since they were not interested in money, the conditions offered were probably more stringent than thousands of gold and silver. They had no choice but to put down their desire to compete and wait quietly for the next step.
The old man spoke first, suppressing the excitement in his heart, but his tone was extremely sincere, "Sir, it's okay to say it. If it's beyond my power, what can I do even if I squander half of my family's wealth?" The old man actually paid attention to these words, and many people also listened. There's some flavor, but no one can point it out.
Given the rich financial resources of the old man's family, not to mention half of the family wealth, even if he took out one or two out of ten, it would be enough to make a mountain of silver, which is something that no one can compete with. The old man's words at the moment were to warn others not to compete with him. Since no one was bidding, the originally unknown conditions were most likely to be reduced invisibly.
The old man loves writing, calligraphy and painting very much. His family has bought numerous handicrafts by famous artists at high prices, and all of them are of high quality. For this reason, a jade platform was specially built for this purpose, which is filled with rare collections from decades past, which are carefully copied and copied every day.
Whenever there are paintings and calligraphy that catch your eye, you have to bid for them, and the knowledge involved is quite complicated. Having been in the literati circle for so many years, the old man certainly knows the secrets of bidding.
Originally, given his status and age, he shouldn't use the tricks he used when he was young, but the beauty of the bamboo hat calligraphy in front of him and the fullness of divine meaning are indeed the best among the calligraphy he has seen over the years. See the unseen.
That's why I came up with these tricks to prevent the master in front of me from making things difficult. With such exquisite calligraphy in his hand, even if he goes to the capital to look for peace, he will definitely become a popular person in the eyes of Emperor Qi, and he will be summoned into the palace and treated with courtesy. How could such a great person worry about silver? Therefore, the old man expected that the conditions offered by Mr. Blue Jacket would be extremely difficult to achieve.
"Yuan Tuo, go get the rice paper that was placed at the street corner."
At this time, Xun Yuantuo finally knew who painted the white wall calligraphy in Qingchai Yusheng Tower. Zhou Kefa usually holds the pen with his right hand, and the way he holds the pen is particularly weird. Mr. Xun saw it clearly. It was not until he was writing on the bamboo hat that he handed the pen to his left hand. Immediately, the way he held the pen changed into another look, with flowing clouds and flowing water, and like flying snow and jade flowers.
It’s no wonder that the county magistrate’s eyes were red from the stress, and he couldn’t find similar fonts among the vast sea of scrolls. It’s even more wonder that although he is a teacher, he knows so many precious foods, so it can all be explained.
"First, build a house opposite Sanpian Station. It doesn't need to be too big. The furnishings in the house are just like those of ordinary people, so that Luo Hanyan's family of three can have a place to stay." Seeing that the old man had already finished reading the contents of the rice paper. , Zhou Kefa said with a smile.
"Secondly, it will prevent the scoundrels around us from bothering them again, and protect the family from being bullied and intimidated. Send the two girls to school, and teach them how to read and write."
The old man wrote it down silently, but Mr. Zhou stopped talking and waited quietly for the former to speak.
"That's it?" The old man was a little unbelievable. For such a stunning calligraphy, the price given by the person in front of me was just two trivial things, so of course I couldn't help but feel suspicious.
"That's all. What do you think, sir?"
"a man of his words."
"Of course."
When the sun was setting, the master and the apprentice returned.
"It turns out that the calligraphy on the white wall in Yusheng Tower was really made by the teacher." Mr. Xun became more and more puzzled.
He really couldn't figure out that not only was his chess skills like the vast ocean with no bottom, but his running calligraphy was also outstanding. He should be called a master of chess calligraphy in today's literary world, but why had he not heard of it before? It would be fine if he was short-sighted, but since he was a child, he had learned a lot and had a strong memory. He had admired countless elegant calligraphy and paintings, but none of them could match his teacher.
Besides, the town where Mr. Zhou lives is adjacent to Qingchai. If there really is a unicorn hidden in the fields, how could the landscape not show up for more than ten years?
"When I was young, I didn't know how valuable time is. I spent several years studying this handwriting, but in the end I was scolded by the elders in the family. My left-hand pen grip has long been fixed, so I had to practice writing with my right hand." Mr. Zhou is face-to-face almost all day long. Belt smiled, and at this moment he also narrowed his eyes, as if reminiscing.
"Who would have thought that writing it two or three times would actually attract many literati to pass it on to read. At that time, when I was over thirty, I no longer wanted to make a name for myself with this word. At most, it was in my heart. When I didn't have any money in my pocket, I was forced by your wife to write a few lines of words to earn some money and go to Qingchai to stay for two days."
Mr. Zhou's eyes narrowed even further, "God knows, I will just meet a proud apprentice, which will save me a lot of effort."
After saying that, the gentleman took out the book from the package, held the reins with one hand, and handed the book to Xun Yuantuo, "I am bored on the road, so I might as well take a look at this chess book to avoid having to read on the wall at night. Although the moonlight is good, But it also hurts the eyes and veins more. It’s very cool at night, so I go back and find some firewood to cushion my body, and I won’t feel cold anymore.”
Xun Yuantuo took the scroll and couldn't help but trembling at the corner of his mouth.
What kind of chess score did the gentleman hand him? It was clearly a Fangyan booklet.
