The General Temple is a small temple in the township, and it is also dedicated to one of the twenty-eight generals of Yuntai that ordinary people have never heard of, General Chen Jun Chen.

Looking at this situation, General Chen is not very good, and he cannot be used by future generations to benefit the township.

How can anyone worship Guan Erye's great ability!

However, there is no temple of Guan Erye in Wancheng, but there is a Wuhou Temple, which worships Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of the Shu Han Dynasty, and the incense is very vigorous.

But in Wang Yaowu's mind, whether it is Zhuge Liang or Guan Erye, they are both characters who have been used for thousands of years, and if they really have spirits, they can't bless so many people.

He was still determined to go to the Iron Ding Laojun Temple or the Songshan Shaolin Temple to worship.

By the way, he asked the master to solve his doubts.

……

Just after eating, the classmate who made the brush in the town called him: "Dawu, your brush has been made for you, when will you come and get it?" ”

"I've got my brush, okay, I'll go get it right away."

After hanging up the phone, he asked Wang Yongjun: "Dad, has the yellow wolf's skin been sold?" ”

"No, the money is too small, and I am not willing to sell."

"That's right, I'll take it and give it to my classmates, anyway, it's only a few hundred yuan of leather goods." Wang Yaowu has always been very generous, and the skin of the weasel spirit is only a few hundred yuan when it is sold, so it is better to use it as a favor. He has a very strong relationship with this high school classmate, and let him make pens without saying a word.

Wong Tai Sin's skin, it's useless to stay at home, and it's cheaper to sell it.

It is better to take it to the classmates to make pens, Wang Yaowu has seen that the hairs on Wong Tai Sin's body are firm at all roots, and he feels that he is more suitable for making pens than ordinary weasel tail hairs.

After a nap, drive to town.

"Da Mao, where's my brush?" Entering the "Zhou Shangzhuang Pen Art Shop", Wang Yaowu saw his classmate Zhou Damao who was framing at a glance.

Zhou Damao's real name is Zhou Shangzhuang, this shop is named after his father, in addition to operating a pen business, but also mounting, lettering, and selling some Zhongtang, calligraphy and painting works. Zhou Damao's academic performance was not good, so he followed his father early in the morning to learn pen-making and mounting skills.

The size is a craftsman, especially the brush characters, which are very slippery.

Now he has successfully taken over the pen art shop and is the shopkeeper.

"You came early, your weasel tail hair is so good, I dipped the pen in water and tried it, it was strong and powerful, it was definitely the best wolf hair my dad had ever made. I really don't want to give it to you, your hand-written calligraphy is simply defiling this wolf! Zhou Damao said jealously.

He took a large brush from the pen holder.

"The front diameter is 1 cm, the front length is 4.5 cm, according to your requirements, it is suitable for writing couplets, and it can also take into account the practice of words. But I still have to say, novices can't use the wolf's hair, you just give me the wolf's hair, I have a sheep's hair suitable for novices here for you to choose, how about Dawu? ”

Wang Yaowu took the wolf and said unceremoniously: "Don't beat my wolf idea." By the way, I have a piece of weasel skin here, and I will give it to you, and if you like, you can use the hair on the skin to make a brush. ”

"The yellow wolf can't have hair on his body."

"You'll talk about it after you read it."

When Wang Yaowu threw the skin on the workbench, Zhou Damao picked it up and looked at it, and suddenly sighed: "This is really the skin of the yellow wolf, this hair is not worse than the Liaowei we recovered, is it the same tail hair you gave?" He saw that a piece of the weasel's tail was missing.

"Correct."

"That's amazing, where did you catch this weasel?"

Wang Yaowu beckoned and motioned for Zhou Damao to come over: "I said don't spread the word about it, the yellow wolf in Hangshan Village is haunting, have you heard of it." The last time I was walking at night, I ran into it, asked me if it looked like a human, and told me to grab it, and slammed it to the ground a few times, and it was directly crushed to death. ”

"Damn, it's really fake, that yellow wolf who possessed Wei Xia?"

"What do you think?"

Zhou Damao was in awe: "Shibei should be impressed for three days, Dawu, I just found out now, you are really a cow pen Klaas, Huang Daxian has been killed, Guan Erye possessed the body." ”

It's just a bragga.

Wang Yaowu blushed a little in his heart, and always said his son's ability as his own, so he changed the topic and said: "To be honest, in fact, my heart is not very stable, there are several goblins in the village, so I plan to go to Laojun Temple or Shaolin Temple in a few days to worship, and find a master to help me see what my fate is." ”

"You're going to worship too? My dad told me yesterday that the world has not been peaceful recently, and he plans to let me go to Shaolin Temple to incense! ”

"Let's go together, what time are you leaving?"

"Whatever, call me when you go, don't you have a car, just take me."

"Yes. You put this leather away, and I'll take the brush. ”

"Wait Dawu, Daxian's skin is definitely valuable, you won't give it to me for nothing, or do you want to beat my old sister's idea."

"You fuck me off, your sister is only in high school, I'll do it. But you said that, I don't take something, and you're upset. You give me a few bottles of good RB ink, and some authentic rice paper, as well as a brush calligraphy, well, give me a few more. ”

"Don't take an inch, a bottle of Xuanzong ink imported by RB, ten pieces of rice paper, can't be more. Other inks, paper, and pens can be taken casually. Zhou Damao said.

Authentic rice paper, more than ten yuan or even dozens of yuan a piece, are professionally used to produce calligraphy and painting works. As for the ink, RB Xuanzong ink should be the best ink in circulation on the domestic market, and a bottle costs hundreds of yuan.

Together, these are estimated to be worth more than Wong Tai Sin's skin.

Of course, Wang Yaowu just said casually that he hadn't practiced calligraphy yet, so there was no need to use such a good pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, just took a little cheap casually.

As soon as he unpacked it, he heard someone shouting to him: "Brother Dawu." ”

Wang Yaowu turned his head and saw that it was Zhou Damao's sister: "Xiaomao, I didn't go to make up for the class." ”

"It's only half past one, and our make-up class starts at three o'clock." Zhou Damao's sister is called Zhou Xiaomao, of course this is a nickname, as for what her big name is, Wang Yaowu doesn't know. The little girl looks so-so, and it's okay, but she's tall, already 1.7 meters.

Wang Yaowu himself is only 1.75 meters tall, and when he sees a girl of 1.7 meters, he feels like Alexander.

It's still a petite girl who is cuter.

"Study hard and strive to get into a good university, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

……

When he got home, Wang Yaowu hung the "Great Immortal Wolf Hair" on the pen stand on his desk.

Daxian wolf hao is his name for his special brush, such a good baby, can not be used easily, for the time being, or use ordinary sheep hair pen to practice calligraphy.

Seeing Wang Yaowu coming back, Erya, who was basking in the sun in the yard, immediately left Da Hong and ran into the study: "Baba, I have learned pinyin, you can teach me literacy quickly." "Huluwa likes the sun very much, no matter how much it is sunburned, it can't be bad, and it's not happy if it doesn't bask in the sun.

In other words, exposure to the wind and sun is a part of their lives.

"Okay, from today onwards, Dad will teach you literacy, and at the same time teach you calligraphy!" Wang Yaowu handed a small brush specially taken from Zhou's wool shop to Erya, "Your eldest brother is a big fool, and he can't even recognize all twenty-six letters, and in the future, the glory of my old Wang family's scholarly family will depend on you to inherit it." ”