After Zhang Junping went out to have breakfast, he returned to the guest house and received calligraphy skills again.
After the merger, calligraphy is no longer divided into regular script, cursive script, official script, and seal script, but directly covers them all in one calligraphy.
Still as before, Zhang Junping had a long dream.
In the dream, Zhang Junping once again transformed into a young man. Starting from holding a pen, he practiced calligraphy with water on the bluestone and wooden sticks on the sand. He hung stones on his wrists to exercise his wrist strength. He practiced three nines in winter, three volts in summer and ten days.
As winter turned to spring, his calligraphy was recognized by others and he became a well-known calligrapher in the county.
After a period of sourness and numbness, Zhang Junping woke up.
One day in the world, thousands of years have passed in the dream.
Just now in his dream, Zhang Junping spent more than ten years, but in reality less than a minute passed, which was just a blank moment.
Zhang Junping simply worked hard and absorbed all the traditional Chinese medicine and traditional Chinese medicine skills.
Traditional Chinese medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are two different concepts. Traditional Chinese medicine includes identifying medicinal materials, identifying medicinal properties, making medicines, as well as the growth habits of medicinal materials, planting techniques, etc.
Traditional Chinese medicine is about looking, smelling, asking and feeling, diagnosing the condition, prescribing medicine, etc.
After receiving Chinese medicine and Chinese medicine skills, Zhang Junping felt that although he was not as good as those traditional Chinese medicine masters, he was still a little better than the average young attending physician.
In line with the philosophy of having multiple skills and not being overwhelmed, Zhang Junping then absorbed all other skills.
I don’t know how many years passed in the dream before Zhang Junping woke up.
It took a while to get used to the knowledge that appeared in my mind.
At this time, Zhang Junping's whole person's aura changed dramatically. His aura became more stable and restrained, exuding an air of elegance from the inside out.
This is the spirit of poetry and calligraphy in one's belly.
Zhang Junping is now considered an elite in Chinese studies, and he has a collection of classics and history at his fingertips.
After absorbing the skills, Zhang Junping did not leave in a hurry and began to check the materials in the museum space again.
At that time, I impulsively went to the bird market and bought some for zero yuan.
It was great at the time, but after it was over, there were too many troubles to deal with.
However, Zhang Junping has no regrets at all, and he will do it again if given another chance.
Although I have some idea of how to deal with the materials in the space, I need to wait for the opportunity.
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After two lifetimes, this is my first time to visit Snow City.
Today, Xuecheng is somewhat in a state of decline.
However, Syracuse was a very prosperous city back then.
Because it is adjacent to Double-headed Eagle, many Double-headed Eagle people lived and did business here in Xuecheng in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.
Therefore, industry and trade in Syracuse were very prosperous in the past, although from the perspective of future generations, this prosperity is a shame.
Just like a piece of fat meat, if you find a bunch of flies, it looks lively, but for the fat meat, it is a disaster.
But no matter what, this place was once very lively, prosperous, and had a strong business atmosphere.
The industrial foundation is also more solid than other cities.
Even now, there are still many Double-Headed Eagle people living in Snow City.
They have already become Chinese nationals and have become a minority group in China, the Double-Headed Eagle Tribe.
Although they look strange, they all have authentic Dongbian accents.
Zhang Junping rode his bicycle and wandered aimlessly on the streets of Xuecheng.
After wandering around, Zhang Junping came to a market.
This is also a pigeon market.
Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.
Although reform and opening up have not yet occurred, in fact, all regions have adopted a tacit attitude towards this kind of pigeon market.
Farmers are allowed to sell their own agricultural and sideline products in Pigeon Market.
As long as it is not buying and selling, the market management department will not pursue it.
Therefore, there are many farmers in the market here, selling their own eggs, vegetables grown by themselves, or picking wild products and catching river fish.
Zhang Junping pushed his bicycle and strolled around the pigeon market. When he saw something he liked, he bought it directly.
After a while, two baskets were hung on the handlebars, and the baskets were filled with things.
The basket was also bought at Pigeon Market, a wicker basket.
Zhang Junping didn't just buy randomly. They were all local specialties such as Hericium erinaceus, dried sausage, and tobacco leaves.
Xuecheng's tobacco leaves are very famous. Although Zhang Junping doesn't smoke them himself, he can give them to others.
"How do you sell this honey?" Zhang Junping stopped and asked a middle-aged woman buying honey.
"Brother, aren't you from our place? This is the best linden tree honey in our place. My man cut it from the mountains." The middle-aged woman first emphasized the type of honey.
"Well, it's good honey, how much does it cost?" Zhang Junping smiled and didn't say much else, just continued to ask the price.
Just a few words from the middle-aged woman revealed that she did not collect the honey at home, but collected it from the farm and sold it.
However, this honey is indeed good honey, with white flowers, which looks very attractive.
"One dollar for two!" the middle-aged woman quoted the price simply.
"Sister, your price is a bit high! The best white sugar only costs 80 cents, but this one costs 1.2 yuan, which is too high!"
"White sugar costs 80 cents, but you need votes. I don't want votes."
"Cheaper, one piece, I want them all!" Zhang Junping squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch the jar of honey, and said with a smile.
"You want them all? I weigh more than ten kilograms!"
"Don't say more than ten kilograms, if you are a hundred kilograms, I will take them all!
I came to our Snow City on a business trip, and I don’t want to bring home some of our Snow City’s specialties.” Zhang Junping pointed to the basket on his handlebar and said with a smile.
"I think the eldest brother is also a real person. One by one, there can't be any more!"
"That's all you have?"
"There are some more, please wait a moment!" The middle-aged woman stood up and looked around, then knelt down and said to Zhang Junping: "I only have one jar here. If you want more, you have to follow me to another place.
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The meaning is obvious, you want more, it is not safe here, do you dare to trade elsewhere?
"Okay, eldest sister! You can lead the way!" Zhang Junping is an expert and bold, and he is not afraid of the other party playing dirty tricks.
Zhang Junping and the middle-aged woman walked in tandem, made a few turns, turned a few streets, and arrived at the entrance of a courtyard on the outskirts of Xuecheng.
The middle-aged woman opened the courtyard door and said, "Brother, this is my home, come in!"
"Okay!" Zhang Junping smiled and pushed the bicycle into the yard.
As soon as Zhang Junping parked his bicycle, the courtyard door closed with a creak.
"Foreigner, you are quite brave." At this time, four or five men walked out of the house. One of them, a middle-aged man, looked at Zhang Junping and said with a smile.
"It's not bad! I'm used to traveling around, and I've seen a lot of good and bad people, so that's it.
After all, this world still belongs to the Communist Party. What is there to be afraid of?" Zhang Junping looked at the middle-aged man indifferently and said with a smile.
"Okay! You're so brave! Looking at your outfit, you should have a lot of money in your hand, right?" The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Junping for a while, then asked with a laugh.
"It's not bad! If you are poor and have a good life, you can't have less money when you go out." Zhang Jun nodded calmly.
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