(Finally, I got my wish and made it to the recommendation list. It’s the first time in my life. After the first time, is the second time far behind? The third update is here. Please continue to ask for support!)
Today is Mo Sanniang's birthday, so Chen Jianchen went home for dinner - he had already bought a gift, a silver hairpin, with good workmanship. Although it was not made by a skilled craftsman, it was still exquisite.
Nowadays, the market for Chen Jianchen's pen and ink has increased, and he has gradually gained some fame among the consignment authors of Xuedi Zhai, and every work is very popular.
Among them, his song "Dusk" made a great contribution and brought a lot of fame.
Fame and fortune come before fortune. Especially under a political system like the Tiantong Dynasty, reputation is particularly important. With the halo of fame, you can often get twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, in order to clear up reputation, many scholar-bureaucrats are willing to spend huge sums of money.
Of course, the popularity of his pen and ink is closely related to Chen Jianchen's own level. After long-term and persistent practice, his calligraphy has gradually improved and reached a certain level of attainment.
He is willing to learn, dares to innovate, and gradually develops his personal style.
In addition, every time Chen Jianchen wrote a piece of writing, the content was either a fragment of a warning or a famous verse from a poem. Unlike ordinary people's writing, he copied the words above according to the Four Books of Sages.
This is very different.
It can be said that half of what he sells is his own writing power, and half is the talent of his predecessors.
The two complement each other and have awe-inspiring styles. Therefore, even if the price is higher, people like to buy them instead of choosing those mediocre pens and inks.
The market for calligraphy and ink is actually very large. Many families will buy calligraphy works from time to time, either to make them elegant and decorate them;
go.
Chen Jianchen was good at pen and ink, so shopkeeper Li treated him differently, greeted him very attentively, and kept telling him to write more, preferably a dozen or so pieces a day, and he could make a lot of money.
But how could Chen Jianchen listen to his remarks?
Calligraphy and ink are art, not copying and dictation, and cannot be mass-produced. If it is done shoddily for the sake of short-term profits, it is equivalent to killing the goose that takes the egg and destroying the future.
Therefore, he still followed his own pace, and even became more strict. If he wrote anything that he felt dissatisfied with, he would tear it up and throw it into the wastebasket.
A gentleman should be strict with himself!
In this way, he was able to write a piece of calligraphy that suits his needs almost every three days, and he took it to Xueni Zhai to sell it on consignment. Over time, he also sold a lot of money. Most of it was used to pay off the debt. Although Wang Fu said that he was not in a hurry to pay back.
, even implying that there is no need to pay it back at all. But Chen Jianchen firmly refused to accept it. Friendship is friendship, and the amount must be clear. What is borrowed and what is returned should be clearly distinguished.
After selling his writing to pay off his debts, Chen Jianchen's remaining money is now relatively shabby. He spent almost everything he had on buying the hairpin for his mother's birthday. But he didn't feel bad at all. He and Mo Sanniang shared their efforts for themselves.
Compared with others, this small hairpin is nothing.
It's simply not worth mentioning.
Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Probably so.
The sun was setting in the west, and Chen Jianchen walked lightly on the street towards his new home on the east end of the street.
When passing a cross street intersection, I looked up and saw a carved two-person sedan parked in front of me, parked outside the door of a cloth shop.
Chen Jianchen accidentally glanced and saw a girl walking out of the shop.
The girl is tall and slender, her clothes are flying, her face is completely free of powder, her face is fair and clean, her eyebrows are like distant daisy, her eyes are flowing, not an autumn brow, but better than an autumn brow, jiāobo flowing wisdom, and a slender posture, she is unscrupulously showing a kind of
The beauty is breathtaking.
Just when Chen Jianchen felt something familiar, the girl saw him and suddenly opened her mouth and shouted: "Chen Jianchen, why are you here?"
This title is completely different from the normal common etiquette, which makes people stunned. They never expected that it would come from the mouth of a beautiful girl who looks like a lady.
It’s simply a bit shocking!
There were many people on the street who had heard the news and came over.
An idea flashed in Chen Jianchen's mind and he blurted out: "Nie Xiaoqian, so you are here!"
It was only when I said the words that I felt something was wrong.
Over there, Nie Xiaoqian pursed her lips and smiled, and the charming scene in that moment actually made the sunset on the horizon lose its color. The girl stopped talking, got on the sedan chair, and was carried by two sedan bearers, babbling in the other direction.
went.
Chen Jianchen watched the sedan go away, with mixed feelings in his heart: time and space changed, things changed and people changed, but it seemed that some things had not changed at all. An accidental encounter, the simplest greeting, instantly made people feel that time and space overlapped.
, without any flaws.
Why are you here?
It turns out that you are here too...
Could it be that deep down in my heart, I have been looking for such an encounter?
Chen Jianchen suddenly sighed:
When he came to this world, he had actually changed a lot. His past and present lives had been mixed together in a confused way, and they were no longer distinguishable from each other.
Whether it is Zhuang Sheng's dream of a butterfly or Huang Liang's dream, it is a kind of life between dream and reality, in which people only seek some real meaning of existence.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Chen Jianchen's body, giving him a sense of warmth. He was standing stunned when suddenly a maid ran in front of him. He recognized it as the person who was following Nie Xiaoqian.
The maid trotted all the way and was a little out of breath. She ran to Chen Jianchen, her face turned red, she calmed down a little, quickly gave a respectful salute, and then said: "Mr. Chen, my lady wants to ask you to write a calligraphy
.”
Chen Jianchen asked: "Write? What words do you write?"
The maid said: "Miss didn't say anything, she just asked you to write a picture. You can write whatever you like."
Is that so?
Chen Jianchen seemed to have some realization.
The maid said again: "Mr. Chen, please, I'll go back and serve Miss Shi first." She saluted again and ran back. After all, she was a maid from a wealthy family, and her etiquette was clear and not bad at all. But her young lady seemed to be a sight.
A wise man who is like a shackle of etiquette must break it and throw it off whenever he has the opportunity.
Chen Jianchen was silent for a while, then burst out laughing, ignoring the surprised and incomprehensible looks around him, and strode towards his home.
In the house, Abao was already busy.
Today is the godmother's birthday. She doesn't allow Mo Sanniang to cook, so she has to do all the cooking inside and out by one person. At such a young age, she can burst out with great energy.
Mo Sanniang couldn't stay idle and weaved in her house. Although she moved into the city, she did not give up her weaving skills. She could not only kill time, but also earn some money to support her family, killing two birds with one stone. What's more, she was
People who are used to doing the same thing never have time to relax.
"Mom, I'm back!"
Chen Jianchen opened the door to his home, his mood already at peace.