People who study seals often have good at calligraphy. For example, Cheng Sui mentioned earlier is a literati who is skilled in calligraphy and painting. Sha Menghai, a master of seals in modern times, has a high attainment in calligraphy.

Zhong Yue followed Li Deming to the bookstore behind and saw how passionate the seal was about his art. On the wall, on the table, and on the ground, there were red seals scattered everywhere, and some fine seals. After the production was completed, they were clamped onto the thin lines on the wall, which looked like a clothesline.

There are many seals of all sizes on the table, with pens and ink on the felt, and rice paper in one place is as high as a hill. Money, when Li Deming's age and assets, is added up, just an increase in numbers. Today, he got this seal, which made him feel very happy.

"Show your hands. Nowadays, young people are too impetuous and have long since thrown away all the things passed down by their ancestors. They still think it is dross, so this is not dross."

"Then I'll be ugly." Zhong Yue picked up the pen. Although the pens used by Jinnong's lacquer books were a bit different, ordinary pens could still write the style of lacquer books.

Zhao Zhimin, who was standing beside him, shook his head contemptuously, he could really climb up the pole. Calligraphy, something that is not written with a brush, can be called calligraphy. Is it also a brush to brush paint? Can it be called art?

Zhong Yue dipped ink and slowly calmed down.

Calligraphy emphasizes the unity of form and spirit, and does not focus. Even if the characters written are good, they will lose their beauty and be in harmony with their appearance. After a period of influence by Jin Nong, Zhong Yue was able to quickly get into the state.

When Li Deming saw Zhong Yue holding the pen, he seemed to have learned some. Although as an art, in principle, the way of holding the brush is personal preference and how to hold it comfortably, if he clenched it into a fist, he would definitely be a layman in that posture.

Zhong Yue put his pen and wrote slowly and slowly. The steady force of the pen made Li Deming on the side raise his eyebrows.

By using a person's pen, you can see how profound his skills are. Zhong Yue never deliberately modified it after writing it. Generally, beginners of calligraphy, let alone beginners, have practiced it for several years, and after writing it, they have to modify it, losing the charm of the work itself.

The spring breeze of the ancient road.

The four words were vividly revealed on the paper, and Zhong Yue leaned his pen to the side. This excellent rice paper is really comfortable to write.

"Please give me advice."

Li Deming came to his senses and took a deep breath, "Jinnong Qishu, your approach is a bit unpopular."

"Calligraphy is just regarded as a hobby. As for the unpopular ones, I have never thought about it."

Li Deming looked at Zhong Yue's work and nodded, "No, very charming. How many years have you copied this lacquer book? Who are you studying?"

"Uh..." I made up the lies once, but the second time I was much smoother. "I have been practicing with an old man in the village for three or four years."

"It seems that your teacher is also an expert. Please pay for it. I will engrave a seal for you as a reward for today's love."

Zhong Yue picked up the little wolf hair on one side and signed it on the left side of the book: Zhong Yue's book.

This is the simplest signature.

"Zhong Yue is right, it's very good. Zhimin, please take Zhong Yue to transfer money."

Zhao Zhimin, who was still in a daze, came back to his senses, "Oh, OK."

Zhong Yue was still waiting for Li Deming to give some advice, but Old Li issued an order to expel the guest, and it was not easy to stay any longer, so he followed Zhao Zhiming out.

"Three or four years... This young man is not honest. I will eat the table if I can write this level in three or four years!"

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Zhong Yue followed Zhao Zhiming into a Volkswagen sedan.

"This is the 20,000 yuan cash you want. Get it. I will go to the bank to transfer it to you 140,000 yuan later." Zhao Zhiming started the car and slowly reversed out of the warehouse.

Zhong Yue was holding 20,000 yuan, and he felt mixed feelings. He just gave out 20,000 yuan yesterday, but today he bought 160,000 yuan. It was a huge profit. It would be great if it could trigger the plot of the ghost market. In this way, he would have been able to find a bargain in the ghost market all day long.

Seeing Zhong Yue happy in the rearview mirror, Zhao Zhiming sneered a trace of sneer on his lips, and he was happy with 20,000 yuan. It turns out that he was a child from Shangu who had never seen the world. I don’t know if he was lucky or his real ability, he could get such a yellow seal.

"Zhong Yue, the transaction has been successful anyway. Tell me, what is the origin of this seal."

"Oh, Tao..."

"What to do?"

"The pottery...is in the pottery jar, passed down from ancestors."

Zhao Zhiming nodded, "That's it."

When the car arrived at the bank gate, Zhao Zhiming turned off the fire and said, "Get out."

Zhong Yue followed Zhao Zhiming into the bank and completed the transfer procedures. Since Zhong Yue did not have a mobile phone, Zhao Zhiming handed the transfer remittance form to him, "If you have money, go buy a mobile phone. There is my phone number on it. Call me then and when the seal is engraved, I will notify you to pick it up."

"Oh, how much?"

Zhao Zhiming waved his hand, "It can be regarded as your luck for you to fulfill your wish. I will pay for this seal. I will leave first."

The materials plus the processing fee are actually no less than two or three thousand, but for Zhao Zhiming, that's the case. When he drove the Volkswagen, he drove away as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.

Zhong Yue bounced the transfer document at hand and smiled. 140,000 yuan, I am considered a rich man.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, how is my four million house done?" A rich man with a gold necklace as thick as a little finger and a leather bag passed by Zhong Yue.

“…”

OK, I didn't say it.

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Even though he was rich, Zhong Yue still spent one dollar and took the bus to the near of the county hospital. When he saw Li Daguang's truck still parked there, he walked towards the county hospital with his schoolbag on his back.

"Dad is like this, you are still smoking! Smoothing! Smoothing you to death!" Mrs. Guang lifted the broken hair on her forehead, looking desperate, and wiped her tears.

Zhou Daguang sat on the steps and took a deep breath of cigarette, "Dad even said that he would not have surgery, so let's go back."

"Dad is feeling sorry for money. He is your biological father. If you don't perform surgery on your father, what do you think of the villagers? I will even be scolded if I scold you for being unfilial!"

"Do it! Don't want to do it for surgery on your father, what about the money? Should I sell a car or a house!"

"Go and borrow it, ten thousand yuan, there is always a way to get it together!"

"We still owe a lot of money to borrow the car, who dares to borrow money?"

Mrs. Guang wiped her tears and covered her face with her hands and cried, "Tell me, you owe a lot of debts, and you're lent money to that poor boy. What should I do now... Woo..."

As soon as Zhong Yue walked to the hospital, he saw Zhou Daguang and his wife at a loss, so he walked up and asked, "Brother Daguang, what's wrong?"

"Xiaoyue, why are you here? Oh, I'm going back, right? I'll take you back." Zhou Daguang forced out a smile and snatched out the cigarette butt.

"Send to you, I'll give you a ghost, my daddy's life! Ten thousand yuan, you're trying to find a way!"

Zhou Daguang frowned, "I'll go sell my kidneys! OK!"

Zhong Yue understood that he was worried about money.

"Xiaoyue, let's go. Your sister-in-law is here to take care of you. There will be no problem. I'll take you back first."

Zhong Yue took out ten thousand yuan of cash from his bag, "Brother Guang, sister-in-law, you can use this ten thousand yuan for use. It is important for the elderly to treat the disease."

Mrs. Guang's sob suddenly stopped and looked up at the 10,000 yuan stuffed into Zhou Daguang's hand. She couldn't speak for a moment, and tears flowed down...
Chapter completed!