"I have been practicing calligraphy for more than eight years, and I have never slacked off. Although I am still not as good as those old teachers, I am still better than most people here. As long as I work harder, I may not be able to earn enough before the end of the year.
money.”
Yang Ji suddenly felt at ease.
Later, Yang Ji bargained and rented a bunk in front of a bow shop for the price of one copper for ten days. Even tables, chairs, and flags came with it.
"I'm really broke this time."
Yang Ji touched the bag and found it was shriveled, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
It was his first time selling calligraphy on the street, and Yang Ji was inevitably nervous.
"There is no turning back. No matter what, I have to raise enough money."
Yang Ji calmed down, took off his backpack, spread out a piece of rice paper, carefully rubbed the ink, and prepared to write the first couplet. This is called "menlin", which is to show his calligraphy skills to the people around him.
Big rules, so there is a lot of room for choice.
Seeing a fifteen-year-old boy in the crowd writing a couplet, the people around him were amazed, and he quickly attracted a lot of attention.
Yang Ji was not impatient. After the ink was evenly distributed, he raised the pen, thought for a moment, and immediately felt confident.
"The cloud spray pen is full of flowers and tiger leopards."
Yang Ji's pen was full of glitches and scratches, and he quickly wrote the first couplet. After a pause, the second couplet also came out quickly:
"The rain turns the ink waves and the dragon walks away."
"It's a pity that there are two pieces of rice paper."
Yang Ji secretly regretted that this pair of lintels could not be sold. Yang Ji was very poor now, and he wasted two pieces of rice paper all at once, so naturally he felt a little distressed.
After writing the two couplets, Yang Ji blew the ink and quickly hung it on the banner behind him. As soon as the words came out, there was a burst of applause from the surrounding people:
"Good calligraphy. This power is almost comparable to that of several old gentlemen. It's amazing!"
"I've never heard of this couplet! He must have come up with it himself, right? It's amazing!"
"This young man is promising, much better than my family!"
…
There was cheering all around. Although they were laymen, they could still see that Yang Ji's writing was powerful, powerful, and beautiful.
"This wording... is a bit sophisticated."
Several old gentlemen selling calligraphy couldn't help but take a second look. Unlike those rough people, they looked a little deeper. Yang Ji's calligraphy was indeed outstanding, but it was only compared to his peers. What really made them look at him was
That couplet.
"The clouds and spray pens are full of flowers and tigers and leopards are flying, and the rain is turning the ink and the waves are moving away the dragons." It is these letter sellers who are printed.
"Fortunately, the response has been good."
Yang Ji's face remained calm, but he was secretly relieved in his heart, "As long as everyone can recognize my strength, it will be easier to talk about later."
There is a threshold for selling calligraphy. If the calligraphy is not well written, no one will buy it or even read it. At least Yang Ji passed the first hurdle.
However, what happened next left Yang Ji's history unprepared.
Although there were many praises, no one actually came to Yang Ji's stall to inquire or buy, and the crowd that originally gathered around Yang Ji quickly dispersed.
"What's going on? Why isn't anyone buying it?"
Yang Ji thought it was a coincidence at first, but one hour passed, two hours passed... until the sun rose three o'clock in the morning, Yang Ji's waist and legs were numb as he stood, and the stall was still empty, not even a couplet was sold.
"If this continues, not only will I not make any money, but the five coppers that Uncle Liang gave me will be wasted."
Yang Ji's heart sank and he became more and more anxious.
"It doesn't make sense... Even if my calligraphy is not the best, it will never be too bad. It's normal that not many people came to visit me on the first day, but it makes no sense that I can't sell even one set of calligraphy for so long."
!”
Yang Ji began to think deeply.
"I am young and not as mature and stable as those old gentlemen, but there are so many old gentlemen and I am the only young person, which actually becomes my advantage. And there were so many people applauding just now, why didn't any of them come?
There must be something here that I haven't noticed..."
Yang Ji raised his head and looked around carefully...
Chapter completed!