At this moment, the two of them sighed repeatedly, saying that although the gentleman's calligraphy was stable, he obviously had no unique way of writing. It was really mean, and it was a pity that this pen was used to make a living.

Some of the people around him could see the tricks, and they all agreed with the comments of Qiao Daoquan of Huaqing. No wonder the two judged this way, even Xun Yuantuo was not sure about this, so he hurriedly signaled to the teacher with his eyes, but the latter ignored it. After the book, he put the pen down, just like an old monk entering a meditation. Xun Yuantuo had seen Mr. write several times, and his pen was extremely charming when he put the paper on it. His calligraphy was thin but not morbid, as if he was a vigorous old man, his muscles and bones were beyond the reach of others.

How could it be so strange today? Xun Yuantuo was puzzled and was puzzled. Mr. Zhou slowly spoke, "Yuantuo is calm and should not be impatient. Let's put this Xuanxuan in a conspicuous position first, and then do theories."

Mr. Xun took the rice paper and saw several lines of small words on the paper, writing the current situation of Luo Hanyan's family clearly. At the end of the article, there was a line of roughly large words: Wan Wangyou helped you. He now figured out the teacher's intentions, but he was really not familiar with the layout of the street in Dongyincheng, so he had to entrust the stall owner to help, first handing the stall owner two taels of silver, and then handing the rice paper to the latter. Perhaps the young master of the Xun family himself did not know that during the time he spent with Mr. Zhou, perhaps it was caused by the influence of his eyes and knowledge of some simple ways of talking and doing things. Besides, in normal times, he was always in charge of servants and servants, so he was not the turn to worry. Although he was a little unfamiliar at this moment, it was not easy to break it.

After all, he is a young man in his lineage, and he is a little arrogant and seems to be a matter of course in people's opinion.

When the onlookers saw that Mr. Zhou stopped talking, they all dispersed, and only Huaqing and Qiao Daoquan were left. They kept thinking about it. You should know that the pen was in short supply in the circle of literati, and there was a considerable way to get such a precious brush as you wish. If you could get it at a fair price, you would definitely be able to make a lot of face in the circle. Furthermore, although you don’t know where this gentleman came from, just looking at this calligraphy, you may not be much more talented in your belly. On the other hand, this young man was so majestic that he was not an ordinary wealthy family. This pen was probably the one who took the initiative to show his goodwill, and it was probably the one who could replace him. At that time, the benefit would not be one or two pens. It is unknown if he could make a name for himself.

So the two of them did not leave, but sat down at the tea stall and talked with Xun Yuantuo intentionally or unintentionally.

It was the hottest at noon. Both scholars were sweating profusely and wanted to peel off their clothes, but they didn't want to miss this opportunity.

After waiting for more than an hour, the extremely hot two people still had no intention of seeing Xun Yuantuo at all. At this moment, their words were already a little straightforward and no longer uphold the so-called etiquette.

In an understatement of blocking the invitation from the two literati, Xun Yuantuo sighed lightly. For more than an hour, no one stopped by the simple notice for a long time. At most, he just scanned the contents and continued to wander on the streets disapprovingly.

Occasionally, two of them stopped and glanced at Zhou Kefa, who was smiling gently, but they just shook their heads, muttered and went somewhere else.

Mr. Zhou sat upright as usual, but Xun Yuantuo could hear it clearly.

Some people say that this poor man is too busy with money, so he came up with such excuses to cheat money. Some people say that he is sensational. If this family is really like this, why don’t they come to ask for help in person, it must have been a miserable thing that will make up everyone’s eyes.

The streets were bustling, and no one thought it was credible.

"It's getting late." Zhou Kefa looked at the sky, wiped the sweat from his temples with a handkerchief, and sighed, "It seems that it will not take at least a few years to see a prosperous era."

After saying that, he bent over and picked up the hat placed at his feet and placed it firmly on the table. The hat was very worn and it was particularly conspicuous when it was placed on the table. If it were someone else, the shopkeeper would have choked with him. However, the two taels of silver handed over by Mr. Xun had indeed bitten it into a moderate amount of softness and hardness.

So the stall owner stopped being in charge and let the strange gentleman do whatever he wanted. He just put on a broken hat. Could it be that he could attract hundreds of people to overturn his tea stall?

The stall owner didn't expect that he would do it all the way, but he took it seriously.

Huaqing Qiao Daoquan and the others were impatient for a long time, thinking that this young man was so unhappy and needed to be correct. If they were to delay, it would be a waste of effort. To endure the heat here, they were also exhausted. They were also completely exhausted. Now they were really thinking of giving up the prostitute and going home.

Just as he was about to bid farewell to Xun Yuantuoji, he returned home and stood up. Then he found that Zhou Kefa picked up the golden pen and wrote a few lines of words on the hat. He felt so distressed that the two of them beat their chests and stamped their feet, hoping to snatch the pen from this poor man.

You should know that the hat is made of bamboo strips and is not flat. Don’t say that it is a new hat with some bamboo burrs. Writing with a brush will definitely cause the rabbit’s hair to be broken and bent.

The quality of the hat in front of me was terrible. There were eight or nine o'clock in the broken part. When the tip of the pen touched it, it was clearly visible that the rabbit hair was pulled out one by one, which made the two of them feel heartbroken.

"Don't the old man know the origin of this stroke? Such running script will destroy all the quality of this brush. How could it be so wasteful!" Hua Qing couldn't suppress his anger, so he didn't care about etiquette and shouted to the ignorant gentleman.

"Huaqing, wait." One hand stopped the furious Huaqing. The latter looked at it, but saw his friend Qiao Daoquan look shocked. "Look at this word, it's not too late."

Huaqing was stunned and then looked closely.

I saw that there were two lines of appropriate size on the broken hat. The top was the majestic mountain flowing water, and the ending was very appropriate. The strokes at the center and side were very appropriate. Although they were as sharp as dragons and phoenixes, they were still grand and simple.

If this word is praised by an outsider, it may not be a good word, but if it is not a flaw in the insider, it is really a wonderful word. What's more, let alone a flaw in the flaw, even Qiao Hua, who is usually very keen, feels that this kind of incomprehensible relationship with the will of heaven is enough to be called a calligraphy.

At this level, it is rare in the world, but the two of them looked at each other for a long time and found that the wonderfulness of this word is more than this.

It is common sense that the surface of the hat is uneven, and only when you look at it face it can you feel round and unobstructed. However, no matter where you look at these two lines, the handwriting that goes beyond the bamboo strips can be connected naturally, which makes the two of them even more unparalleled.

"Old sir, how much is this hat worth? If you don't dislike it, you can come to the humble house to discuss the final price." Qiao Daoquan, who has been with Dongyincheng scholars for many years, took the lead in speaking out soon, which made Hua Qing quite dissatisfied.

"Sir, why not go to our house to sit. There are a few short works of calligraphy masters in our home. I believe that the master who writes this good handwriting has extraordinary appreciation skills. If you have time today, I would like to ask him to appreciate it."

Qiao Daoquan glanced sideways, "From the old-fashioned and pedantic style you usually make, if you come to your house, wouldn't you be forced to leave with such a big sour taste?"

Hearing this, Huaqing was even more unwilling to be outdone and snorted coldly: "Who doesn't know the little ink in your Qiao Daoquan's belly? Every time you write an article, you have to spend a lot of money to ask someone to promote it. Only then can you have such a false reputation today. You are still commenting on the writing style in front of me. I am really embarrassed."

The two of them became more and more aggressive in their words, and they almost fought in the middle of the street. The two were well-known figures in Dongyin City. During this riot, more and more pedestrians watched, surrounding the streets at the entrance of the alley.

Watching the fun is not a big deal, but always like this.

ps. I set a regular release yesterday, and then I went to bed. I saw it today and didn’t send it out.

My reputation for stable updates is gone!
Chapter completed!