Qin Chuan stared at the White Deer Academy, there were words in his mouth, and after a while, he saw that this White Deer Academy was indeed not ordinary, it was really abrupt in the courtyard of the low Pingyang Fang, the carved beams and paintings on the door number, the style was extraordinary, and the plaque of the White Deer Academy was also made of pure gold, but it did not make people feel vulgar. Behind the closed gate, there are several high-rise buildings, from which you can directly overlook the entire Pingyang Fang, presumably at the beginning of the construction of the White Deer Academy, it was expected that decades later, no matter how the surrounding area expanded, this White Deer Academy is always in the center of Pingyang Fang.

It's just that the White Deer Academy will be closed after the alternation of day and night, and the readers inside can only come out of the side door, especially tonight is the night market in Qingzhou City, and the White Deer Academy is closed for a day, giving the students who come here every day some spare time to buy items, and at the same time leaving a vacant space for everyone to make a living here.

I heard that many scholars said that this White Deer Academy has produced a lot of talents in governing the country, and it is high above the temple, but in the past ten years, the White Deer Academy has been silent, and in the eyes of the people in the capital, it seems to have disappeared.

Qin Chuan looked at Bailu Academy for a long time, and praised it in his mouth: "Good location!

Lao Dao asked, "Then what doorway do you see?"

Qin Chuan touched his head and said, "I think the location is good, but let me say it...... I can't tell you why. ”

Seeing this, Lao Dao shook his head and said: "I can't say anything about the Tao now, then forget it, if you still don't know after a month, let's not travel to the martial arts rivers and lakes, while the snow has not yet closed the mountain, hurry up and return to the Taoist Temple, I will give you the score of the red and white ceremonies, you can rely on this to support yourself, and other things, you don't need to know, so as not to waste time." ”

Qin Chuan heard that Lao Dao said so seriously, and hurriedly asked: "Lao Dao, don't scare me, I really can't see anything different." It's just that the door of this White Deer Academy is more magnificent, higher than other places. ”

Lao Dao didn't show his face at the moment, handed the wine bag on his waist to Qin Chuan and said, "Hehe, when the time comes, it depends on your kid's comprehension ability, otherwise Master Zu won't be able to help you." ”

At this time, a bargaining voice came from the side: "Just this rubbing, you want me twenty taels, do you really think I am a three-year-old child?"

Qin Chuan and Lao Dao stepped forward to join in the excitement, and through the gap in the crowd, they saw a young man in a shabby cloth robe, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who was bargaining with a man in a blue costume who was about thirty years old.

Qin Chuan looked at it for a long time before he saw clearly, this young man was selling the calligraphy of the old years of the Ming Dynasty Zhang Gong's line rubbing, the inscription on it is enough to prove the authenticity of the handwriting, from the content of the rubbing, it seems to commemorate the opening of the Holy Ancestor, there are many meritorious ministers. It is said that it was engraved on the stone tablet at that time, standing in front of the Temple of Literature, but for some reason, this inscription was destroyed later, Zhang Gong has since stopped writing, and all that exists in the world is rubbing.

But this rubbing is also valuable, this young man in shabby cloth sold the rubbing, is the rubbing before the destruction of the stone tablet, the handwriting is clear, the number of surviving is very small, so it seems that the sale of twenty taels, for the reader, is not a sky-high asking price, after all, in the capital of the big examination, if you can have a beautiful hand, you must be favored by the examiner, then the chance of facing the saint is greater.

For scholars, the so-called martial arts practitioners in this world seek to obtain natural treasures, miracle medicines, how can there be such famous calligraphy and paintings, antiques are precious.

But this rubbing can only know its preciousness in the eyes of those who know it, and the man in the blue robe in front of him obviously thinks that this rubbing is not worth twenty taels of silver, so he is only willing to bid half of it.

The young man in shabby clothes said helplessly at this moment: "This uncle, if you really think that this rubbing is someone else's imitation of Zhang Gong's handwriting, then if you don't buy it, there will naturally be someone who knows the goods." ”

The man in a blue costume said: "I bought famous calligraphy and paintings from you before, and after I went back, I was appraised by others, and most of them were imitated by you, so you said that this is Zhang Gong's rubbing, I don't believe it, but I don't want to miss Zhang Gong's rubbing, so I bid ten taels, if I am clumsy again, I will never blame you." ”

Hearing what this man said, the people next to him were whispering, and they had to beware of each other to be wary of this young man, so as not to be deceived.

The young man in shabby clothes was smiling bitterly at the moment: "This master, I am here today, it is the first time I have set up a stall in Pingyangfang, how can I say that I have bought famous calligraphy and paintings here? Besides, how can you prove that those famous calligraphy and paintings, the lone rubbing, was not bought elsewhere?"

The man in blue clothes turned his back and said, "I, Liu, am a bit famous in Qingzhou City, and I will definitely not get along with you as a teenager." ”

Qin Chuan looked at the figure of the man in the blue costume and was a little familiar, and suddenly remembered that this was the shopkeeper Liu who came in after saying hello to the guards at the state gate at sunset, but after hearing his conversation with the young man, Qin Chuan decided that this shopkeeper Liu was deceiving everyone and wanted to buy Zhang Gong's rubbings at a very low price.

"No business, no treachery. Qin Chuan scolded silently in his heart, obviously Qin Chuan also saw the handwriting on this rubbing, the pen was strong, and he knew that it was from a famous artist.

The young man in shabby clothes saw that the people next to him were gathering more and more, and listening to them talking silently, he knew that they no longer believed that this rubbing was genuine, and sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that he can't sell it tonight, in this case, it is better to sell one copy than to smash it all in his hands, after all, in this Pingyang Fang, it is difficult to move an inch without money.

Thinking of this, the young man in shabby clothes said to Shopkeeper Liu: "I have to get it, I'm really afraid of you, ten taels of silver is ten taels of silver." ”

Seeing this, Shopkeeper Liu hurriedly took out ten taels of silver from his arms and threw it to the young man, took the rubbing and was about to turn around and leave, looking at the rubbing next to a small teacup with a blue glaze, with ice cracks on it, so the shopkeeper Liu said: "No one has asked this little piece for a long time, it must have been imitated by you, why don't you give it to me? Buy a rubbing, send a teacup, presumably you still earned." ”

Seeing this, the young man in shabby clothes said distressedly: "No, this cyan glaze is made by Brother Kiln, and you can't give it away casually." ”

The people next to him also laughed when they heard this.

It is said that the only few pieces left in the world are in the holy bedroom, this young man actually said that this is the green glaze cup of the brother kiln, it seems that what the shopkeeper Liu said is true, most of the things sold in this stall are fakes, and you need to be careful.

At this time, the scholar who set up a stall next to him was also laughing: "Guan Lang, you are lying again, haha!"

It turned out that the young man who set up the stall was named Guan Lang, and he was holding a book in his left hand and did not answer. It seems that this Guan Lang is also a scholar, but he sells some celebrity calligraphy and paintings, antiques and other things here, presumably to raise money for entering the capital.

Shopkeeper Liu heard that it was the ice crack of the kiln, so he took the rubbing book and left, obviously he also thought it was an imitation, so he didn't want it.

The onlookers on the side saw that Shopkeeper Liu turned around and left, casually looked at the things on the boy's stall, and saw that there was nothing special, so they rushed away and went to the stalls of other readers, leaving only Lao Dao and Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan looked at the corner of a calligraphy, pressing the cloth set up by the stall owner, and covering it with a brick, it seemed that this calligraphy had been lying here for a long time but no one cared about it. Qin Chuan stepped forward and glanced at it, and saw that there was no cover on it, and even there were many stains on the homepage, so he asked, "How much does this copybook cost?"

Guan Lang glanced at Qin Chuan, and saw that he was wearing a Taoist robe, and he didn't want to deal with him at all, so he continued to look at the book, and replied without looking back: "A few days ago, I took it back from a man named Hanako, it is said that he found it in a dilapidated temple, this copybook, I have been looking for it for a long time, but I don't know whose it is, since I see that you like it tightly, I will sell you ten taels of silver." It's just that this cursive writing, this Longguo people don't like it, if you go to the city to catch the exam, you can't learn this handwriting. ”

It turns out that this notebook is a wild cursive handwriting, and it seems to be a genuine handwriting, not a rubbing.

Wild grass handwriting, such as the wind and rain, such as the warm sun in winter, often can understand very little, and because the strokes are scribbled, the same word is difficult to shape, it is difficult to carve on the inscription, there are a lot of wild grass handwriting is really pleasing to the eye, but carved out of the tablet, often less a little charm. In the eyes of readers, this handwriting that cannot enter the monument is the handwriting that does not enter the stream, and it is okay not to learn it. Moreover, the style of Longguo literature only respects the book of lines, so this wild handwriting has gradually been forgotten.

But Qin Chuan looked at it, but he was very interested in this copybook, looking between the lines, as if something was swimming. But the price of ten taels of silver is difficult for Qin Chuan to accept, if this is to buy newly milled millet, it is enough for the old Tao to eat with Qin Chuan for two months.

Lao Dao stood next to him and saw that Qin Chuan liked it tightly, so he asked: "Do you like this calligraphy, if you like it, go and ask the price, and buy it if it's suitable." ”

Qin Chuan nodded: "I like it, I like it, but this unknown calligraphy is actually the same price as Zhang Gong's rubbing, which is really unreasonable." After that, Qin Chuan was ready to turn around and leave.

Guan Lang saw that a customer finally came, and when he saw Qin Chuan turn around and leave, he hurriedly put down the book and said: "I see that you are also a scholar, and they all say that they regard money as dung, I didn't expect you to be so careful, hey, I'm afraid of you, I'll sell you eight taels of silver." ”

Qin Chuan stopped and said: "I am a returnee, not a scholar who went to the city to take the exam, I like this calligraphy very much, so I ask the price, you look at the calligraphy, it is just used as a pressure spreading, as for the value, you probably don't know it yourself." But you, as a scholar, if you really regard money as dung, how about five taels of dung?"

Guan Lang glanced at Qin Chuan seriously, his face was full of childishness, but there was a trace of perseverance on his face, so he said: "You little Taoist boy, but there are a lot of flowers. Hey, we readers, what we see is the edge of the eye, it doesn't matter what money is not money, seeing that you like it so much, then sell it to you, seven taels of silver, can't bargain. ”

Qin Chuan stretched out his palm, still insisting: "Five taels is not good, then four taels." ”

When Guan Lang heard this, he immediately shook Qin Chuan's hand and said: "Why is this getting less and less? Five taels is five taels, and the deal is made! Everyone is a scholar, like-minded, originally I would never bargain, just for this character to find a favorite person, this is really rare." Let's say okay first, buy it and leave, and don't regret it. ”

Qin Chuan took out the silver money he had hidden for many years sideways, and reluctantly handed it to Guan Lang, glancing at Lao Dao by the way. Seeing that Lao Dao was staring at Bailu Academy at the moment, he hurriedly took the notebook from Guan Lang's hand.

Seeing this, Guan Lang said with a big smile: "Congratulations to the little Taoist friend, I am happy to get the famous calligraphy." ”

Qin Chuan asked puzzledly, "Then do you know who this famous family is?" ”

Guan Lang touched his head and said embarrassedly: "Since I got this calligraphy back, I simply opened a few pages, this cursive script is rarely learned, and the world is not respected, I barely guessed a few words, but most of them don't recognize, but from this sharp edge, I know that this calligraphy must be from the hands of famous artists." ”

Seeing this, Qin Chuan bowed to Guan Lang and said, "If I really have some understanding on this calligraphy, then I will definitely thank you in person." ”

Guan Lang hurriedly picked up the book to cover his face, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, this calligraphy is destined to be obtained." "Guan Lang doesn't want to see Qin Chuan again, this calligraphy is finally sold, and Qin Chuan is five taels of silver, if he is reacted by the old way, he will definitely not be able to sell it.

Lao Dao turned around at this moment and saw that Qin Chuan was still on the stall, so he turned around and asked, "Rabbit cub, how about it, can you buy this poster?" If the price is too expensive, you can talk to the little brother and find a suitable price. ”

Qin Chuan said happily: "This calligraphy is not expensive, not much more expensive than that meat sandwich bun." ”

Hearing this, Guan Lang touched the silver money in the cloth bag and couldn't help but secretly regret it, how luxurious the meat sandwich bun of five taels of silver should be. Unexpectedly, this little Taoist boy carried an iron pot and a cloth bag, and wore an ill-fitting Taoist robe, he was really unseemly, and he couldn't see that he was still a rich person, he must be a cultivator of a big family, and there must be a lot of yellow and white things on his body, so he knew that he would have asked for a little more. Thinking of this, Guan Lang slapped his thigh with remorse.

Qin Chuan heard the voice and praised him: "Little brother is really a person who reads, seeing the wonderful things, dancing with his hands, I can't compare to you." ”

Qin Chuan's face was serious, and he couldn't hear any words against his will.

When Guan Lang heard this, he didn't answer, but buried his head in the back of the book, crying and laughing.

Lao Dao saw Qin Chuan holding the notebook, glanced at the sky and said, "You look at the stall, but there are still things you want, otherwise let's find a place to rest nearby." ”

Qin Chuan replied: "I was in a hurry today, I visited a lot of places, and I bought the things I liked in the hands of the little brother in Pingyangfang, so stop today, otherwise we will really be penniless." ”

Lao Dao nodded: "Yes, I'm also a little tired, this other place in Pingyangfang, we have to come back to visit when we have leisure, maybe we can find something we like." ”

Qin Chuan put the calligraphy into a cloth bag and asked Guan Lang: "Hehe, little brother, near Pingyangfang, where is there a place to stay, let's stay for one night, we don't have to be luxurious." ”

Guan Lang put down the book and asked, "What kind of accommodation do you want?"

Lao Dao replied: "It's just where ordinary scholars stay." I'm tired of this little friend. ”

Hearing this, Guan Lang secretly thought to himself: "This little Taoist boy must still have a lot of silver on him, if he can get close, the things on this stall can be sold a few more." ”

So Guan Lang got up from the ground and said, "It just so happens that I have nothing to do tonight, seeing that it is not early, I am also going to close the stall and go home." There is a place in this Pingyang Fang, which is a place for poor scholars to stay, and I also live in it, let's go, I'll take you there. ”

Lao Dao and Qin Chuan heard this, waited for Guan Lang to clean up the stalls, and followed him to the east of Pingyang Fang.