Zheng Yun said that he wanted to paint, but the clerk actually believed it and said more seriously: "Sir, we are here in the Four Treasures of the Scholar's Shop, selling calligraphy and painting supplies, if you want to buy paint brushes, you can go to the supermarket or hardware store." ”

After she finished speaking, she went to greet the "Teacher Zhao" again

", where is the master, you don't look like a calligraphy lover?"

Zheng Yun thought about it, he was really a little depressed, thinking that his temperament was not a cultural person at first glance.

The people he used to come into contact with were all laborers, so they naturally got along very well.

But since he became rich, he gradually came into contact with the characters of the rich class, these characters are known for their high taste and good temperament, and he was tired of these people pretending to be from the beginning, and then gradually understood those people.

After all, people with different incomes have different lifestyles, if you can't eat enough, how can you have the heart and strength to drink red wine and coffee every day?

But once you enter the wealthy class and stop running for money, your mind and ideas at this time begin to change, and you start to do some "tasteful" things.

Although Zheng Yun often acts rashly, he gradually feels that he is indeed vulgar and tiresome.

He originally felt that his way of treating people was sincere and straightforward, but in his heart, he gradually felt that he should also take care of the feelings of those "elegant" people.

Seeing that the clerk despised him so much, he wanted to discipline the other party, but finally held back, and then went to "Teacher Zhao" to see the excitement.

The clerk took out a pen from under the cabinet and smiled very respectfully at Mr. Zhao: "Mr. Zhao, look at this pen, this is the special Zihao pen of Hanmotang, and many calligraphers think it is easy to use!"

Teacher Zhao took it and looked at it, and said, "Okay, try it!"

The clerk immediately took the brush, handed over a brush of the same style that had been opened, and then took a piece of rice paper, spread it on the large bookcase, poured ink, and pressed the paperweight, like a little scholar diligently waiting.

Mr. Zhao dipped in a little ink, thoughtfully, and suddenly his eyes opened, the pen fell into the paper, and he wrote quickly.

Not to mention how the words are written, his expression and demeanor are very imposing, which first attracted the audience.

Zheng Yun saw that he was writing big wild grass, although he had never learned cursive and didn't know it, but his eyesight was improving almost every minute and every second, and he could clearly see his level when he looked at the style and strokes of the other party's writing.

If the full score is 100 points, and a primary school student who has not learned calligraphy can get 10 points for writing, Zheng Yun can only give Teacher Zhao ten slaps.

Because although the writing of elementary school students is not good-looking, it is better to be innocent and not annoying, but this master's writing is like a war, and the things written are shown to people, and I feel that it is disgusting to see a huge dung pit in front of me.

Calligraphy is for people to enjoy, but Zheng Yun's rough character can't stand it when he sees that word, is it too much to give him ten slaps?

As soon as Mr. Zhao put away his pen, the onlookers, young and old, applauded together, and almost all shouted: "Good words!"

"What's good, do you all know cursive?"

Thinking of this, Zheng Yun couldn't hold back any longer, and asked a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, "Do you know cursive?"

The boy shook his head.

"And how do you say good words?"

"I ......"

The young man was dumbfounded by the question, and as a result, many people dispersed when they saw Zheng Yun asking the young man like this, as if they were afraid that Zheng Yun would ask them the same question.

Zhao Jing asked Zhang Yuan in a low voice: "Is that handwriting good? I can't read it!"

"I haven't learned cursive either, and I can't read it. Nowadays, many calligraphers do not dare to write regular script, and they dare not write calligraphy, because others can recognize what the characters are, and it is easy to see whether you write well or not.

But cursive is different, because there are so few people who know cursive, and no one knows them when they write scribble, so it's so deceiving!"

He spoke quite loudly, and when Mr. Zhao heard it, his eyebrows raised, and his face was full of anger.

At this time, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy suddenly shouted: "Just write this kind of words, what pen you can't use, and using a mop cloth will not affect your performance!"

Zheng Yun laughed.

Teacher Zhao was angry and said to the young man: "You kid, what are you talking nonsense!"

The young man did not back down at all, and said loudly: "A few days ago, a celebrity from an island country went to our school to give a speech, and later he said that now Chinese people can't write Chinese characters, and they are the holy land of calligraphy!"

I listened to it at the time, and I was so angry that calligraphy was obviously the quintessence of our Chinese country, and now it was ridiculed by others.

I want to refute it, but I don't know how to refute it, because what they say is right! Our national quintessence has been ruined by these false masters!"

One of Mr. Zhao's companions said angrily to the young man: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! Do you know who Mr. Zhao is? He is a member of the Provincial Calligraphy Association and a famous calligrapher!"

The young man did not reply positively, as if venting, and said loudly: "I just listened to that speech and decided to practice calligraphy!"

I was very happy today, but I didn't expect to meet the fake master as soon as I entered the door, and I was ashamed to stand in the same house as the fake master!"

After he finished speaking, he walked quickly out of the store.

", angry youth!" Zheng Yun laughed to himself.

Teacher Zhao was originally very angry, but when he saw that the young man was gone, his anger gradually dissipated, and in order to show a very good self-cultivation, he shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Now the children, it is really time to educate well!"

"Get me this pen, I'll take a look!" Zheng Yun asked the clerk for the kind of pen that Mr. Zhao used just now.

The clerk looked at him, and after three or four seconds, he said, "This pen is 1,200 yuan a piece!" Didn't I tell you, you can go to the supermarket or hardware store to have a look, if you can't buy it, you can go to the decoration material store. ”

The other party repeatedly thought that he wanted to paint and write billboards, Zheng Yun said annoyingly: "Damn, I'm a calligraphy master!

The so-called calligrapher or master is an honorific title for others, how can anyone claim to be a calligrapher?

Several people present burst out laughing, including Mr. Zhao.

Zheng Yun was already very annoyed by this surnamed Zhao, but when he saw that he was full of sneers, he smiled and said: "I beg you not to write in the future, I can't smell when I read your words!"

The meaning of his words is too obvious, he is saying that Mr. Zhao's words are too smelly, and when he reads those words, his nose is smoked and out of order, and he can't smell the stimulant smell of feces.

These words can be said to be the first loss in the world, and Mr. Zhao hiccups angrily, and his face is pale.

Zhang Yuan laughed wildly, and was embarrassed to make a sound, almost suffocating.

Zhao Jing didn't react yet, but she just thought it was funny and smiled.