Song Mu had been copying calligraphy for ten years, and he was particularly knowledgeable about regular script, and what he was best at was the thin gold script of the Song Dynasty.
The thin gold body pen is agile and fast, and the handwriting is thin and strong, but it is thin without losing its flesh, and the style is extremely unique
In the Tang Dynasty, there were unique regular script fonts such as Yan style and Liu style. Their fonts are full of flesh and bones, strong in writing, and dignified. They are models in regular script. However, this thin gold style was created by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. It can be said that It is a unique piece of calligraphy.
In this world, calligraphy has long since transitioned from official script to regular script, but the resulting calligraphy systems are different. Even though Yan style and Liu style are mostly recommended by literati, the image of the written fonts still has a bit of ancient charm, which is to borrow ancient charm to drive the power of writing. .
However, the word "Ruhu" written by Song Mu now gives people a clean and majestic look. Coupled with Song Mu's short words and sentences, the fortune teller who has been studying for several years immediately Eyes straightened.
"Young Master Song is worthy of being a descendant of the Song family. Such achievements are beyond our reach."
The fortune teller rolled his eyes and said, and he was about to reach out to take it, but Butcher Wang next to him snatched the piece of paper and threw a few coins at the fortune teller.
"Sun Banxian, this is not what you want. This is a gift from Mr. Song to my son. I will let my son carry it with him from now on. I will pay you some pen and ink money."
Sun Banxian watched the things being taken away, his expression immediately regretful, and he quickly turned around to look at Song Mu, his face full of hope.
"Young Master Song, why don't you come up with another set of calligraphy treasures, and Pindao will also make a fortune for the young master to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune."
How could Song Mu be in such a mood at the moment? He only wanted to find out what happened to him to prove his innocence. Besides, the font was written in a hurry, so Song Mu didn't dare to expose something carelessly.
So Song Mu just smiled and cupped his hands, turned around and left quickly. Butcher Wang chased after him and wanted to hand over two kilograms of good pork belly, but he saw Song Mu had already walked out of the alley.
"Well, Mr. Song is a much kinder person now."
Butcher Wang didn't catch up, thinking to deliver the meat directly to the Song family house later, and Sun Banxian, who was next to him, also walked up at this time, his two little beards twitching.
"You are showing your gratitude. Your two kilograms of meat cannot be worth the words Mr. Song."
"What did you say? Sun Banxian, don't try to influence me."
Butcher Wang stroked his beard and said in a deep voice, but the half-immortal shook his head, his eyes full of envy.
"The power of a scholar is not something ordinary people like us can understand. Although Mr. Song is a child, but just these two words, from now on, I think this son of the Song family will be somewhat extraordinary."
Butcher Wang didn't care, but he let out a sigh after returning to the shop. His son, who had been crying for a long time, stopped crying at this time, and his wife had already coaxed him to sleep.
In his son's hand, he was holding tightly the piece of paper with Song Mu's name written on it. Looking at the word "Ruhu" on it, Butcher Wang was stunned and even murmured.
"Hey, Mr. Song has really given me a lot of blessings."
While Butcher Wang was muttering to himself, Song Mu had already passed through the north of the city and headed towards the official government office in the south of the city.
The south of the city is where the county government is located, and there is also a newly built residential area, mostly where rich officials and wealthy people live, or where powerful gentry in some places live.
Song Mu came here not to go to the government office, but to find a family named Pan. In his memory, he made a bet with Pan Wenhao, the son of the Pan family, and then went outside the city.
And in that memory, Pan Wenhao also followed him out of the city.
Pan Wenhao, like Song Mu, was born in the same school, so he was considered a fellow disciple. However, Pan Wenhao was accustomed to being arrogant and domineering because his father was a Shiyang County captain, so he gathered a group of schoolchildren in the county school to run rampant.
Song Mu, who was dull and timid at that time, naturally became the target of his bullying. He always provoked and insulted him repeatedly, and later he punched and kicked him many times because he failed to copy his homework. He really looked like an unruly young man.
It was he who proposed a bet of ten taels of silver and asked Song Mu to go out of the city to practice courage.
Song Mu believed that he could ask about things before going to Yanggang.
Arriving at the entrance of Pan's house, it is a large courtyard with three entrances. There are two stone piers standing at the entrance, which is quite majestic.
Song Mu stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened. A thin, black old man dressed as a servant looked at Song Mu. When he saw Song Mu dressed as a scholar, he also asked warmly.
"Young Master, this is Pan's house. What's the matter with you?"
Song Mu smiled slightly and looked at the man's dress. He showed off the jade pendant around his waist and said.
"Thank you for your work. I am Song Mu, a student from the county school. I am taking a break today and came to see Mr. Pan from your mansion. I wonder if he is here?"
"The young master is studying hard today. Mr. Song, please come back another day."
"That's not okay."
Song Mu pushed his hand to stop him, with an indifferent look on his face: "Old man, just go and tell me that I, Song Mu, have come back alive from Yanggang, and I should give me the things he promised."
"Going to Yanggang? Oh, you're the one..."
Hearing Song Mu say that he was going to Yanggang, the old man seemed to suddenly realize. He cupped his hands and turned back to report.
Song Mu stood at the door and touched his nose. Bad news spread thousands of miles. It seemed that everyone in the city knew about his trip to Yanggang.
Is this considered gossip in this era?
The descendant of a declining family has achieved nothing, and actually went to Yanggang to seek excitement after being bet to death. In the end, he was narrowly recovered. This is indeed a bit embarrassing.
Since this matter has been such an insult to his own dignity, he needs to find justice even more.
This matter must be clarified with Pan Wenhao.
After a while, the side door opened, and Song Mu followed the old man into the courtyard. He turned all the way to the backyard, only to see a person kneeling in the courtyard reading an article loudly, and a beautiful woman was sitting on the chair next to him. Holding a wicker stick, as soon as the kneeling person paused, he would immediately hit the back with the wicker stick.
Song Mu stepped forward and immediately saw clearly that the kneeling person was Pan Wenhao, and the beautiful woman clinging to the wicker, whose face looked somewhat similar to Pan Wenhao's, should be his mother.
Seeing this situation, Song Mu quickly bowed his hands.
"Xiaosheng Song Mu, I have met Madam."
The beautiful woman glanced at Song Mu but did not stop moving her hands. She whipped Pan Wenhao and then asked Song Mu.
"I don't know why Mr. Song came here this time. What did Wen Hao promise to him?"
Song Mu saw Pan Wenhao reading "The University" with a bitter look on his face. He lowered his eyes slightly and said softly: "Madam, Song Mu came here to ask about Xiaosheng's trip to Yanggang a few days ago. The reason is that this matter is a bit strange, I didn’t remember much after I woke up, so I came to ask classmate Pan.”
Hearing Song Mu say this, the beautiful woman was obviously a little unhappy, guessing that Pan Wenhao was the cause of the trouble again, but she did not show her anger and just said to Pan Wenhao.
"Wen Hao, what exactly is going on here, please have a good talk with Mr. Song."
Pan Wenhao, as if he had received amnesty, turned around on his knees, while Song Mu quickly moved away, raised his hands and said to the beautiful woman.
"Forgive me for being presumptuous, but a real man can kneel down to you and become your master. Classmate Pan and I are fellow seniors and we dare not accept such a great gift." After hearing Song Mu say this, the beautiful woman raised her eyebrows and gave Song Mu a high look. , but he nodded immediately and asked Pan Wenhao to get up.
Pan Wenhao, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, stood up with the help of his servants, but there was no trace of gratitude to Song Mu in his eyes, and he just spoke.
"Song Mu, I challenged you and said that you should practice courage outside the city, but I didn't tell you to go to Yanggang."
Song Mu looked calm and continued to ask.
"Then I don't know what classmate Pan did at that time. I remember that I went out of the city with classmate Pan, but why was I left alone in the end and almost lost my life?"
Song Mu said this, with a hint of embarrassment in his words, and the beautiful woman also snorted softly. Pan Wenhao shuddered all over, and then he said with a displeased expression.
"I just took you to the barren tomb five miles outside the city. It was getting late at that time. Qi Dazuo and the others were shouting to go back. At that time, the forest was dark again. Xiao Wu suddenly said that he heard ghost cries. , and ran away, and I was extremely scared, so I ran with him."
"Then abandon me like this?" Song Mu asked.
Pan Wenhao looked a little embarrassed: "I don't remember. I just remember that you started crying and followed you, but suddenly you became silent. I didn't dare to look back. I ran all the way back to the city, only to find that you were missing."
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