Chapter 112: The Sword Goes Sideways

At this time, Pei Feng was still writing a thousand-character essay, and there were still five minutes before the end of the competition.

The other contestants, almost all of whom have finished writing, some are reviewing the content they have written, and more of them are like the inspectors on the stage, all surrounding Pei Feng, watching him write a thousand-character text.

Right now, he is writing about "the grimes want to bathe, the heat is willing to be cold, the donkey and the mule are special, the horror is overtaking, the thieves are killed, and the traitors are captured." ”

It is less than 100 words since the end of writing.

Due to the "onlookers" on the stage, not only the audience was in a commotion for a while, but even the photographer's eyes were also attracted.

As the photographer projected the camera, on the big screen on the stage, a close-up of Pei Feng's cursive thousand-character text appeared.

The occurrence of this scene made the audience suddenly quiet, and they were all staring intently at the big screen on the stage, watching Pei Feng's cursive thousand-character text like a dragon and snake dancing together.

On the judges' bench, most of the judges were constantly talking to each other, admiring the cursive writing on the screen.

Only the old man sitting in the center of the judges' bench looked at the screen with a more solemn expression, only looking at the cursive script that was constantly updated, but did not say a word.

"Refers to the salary repair, Yongsui Ji Shao, the moment step leading, the slope of the temple, the belt of the village ......"

At the moment when the chronograph was reset to zero, Pei Feng just finished writing the last word of the thousand-character text, and it was so good!

"Smack!"

It's just that after writing the thousand-character essay, Pei Feng's last behavior was not too elegant, he actually threw the brush directly on the table, looking not stable at all, and even like his cursive writing, he was quite arrogant, without the slightest attitude of beginning and ending.

But because of this, the host, who was also immersed in the big screen, was shocked, came back to his senses completely, and then announced the relevant wording of the contestant's writing that was over.

The old man sitting in the center of the judges' bench also came back to his senses because of Pei Feng's pen-throwing behavior, and then an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was meaningful.

Sitting next to him was a secretary of the municipal party committee who participated in the calligraphy contest on behalf of the mayor, he turned his head to look at the old man, and said with a smile: "Fan Lao, what do you think of the cursive writing written by this child?" ”

"The future is bright." Veteran Fan held his pipe in his mouth for a while and gave his opinion.

"Are you talking about this kid on stage, or this kid's cursive handwriting?" The secretary of the municipal party committee was stunned and asked puzzled.

"Both." Fan Lao paused and said, then turned his head to look at the secretary of the municipal party committee, and said bluntly: "Can you do me a favor and ask this young man on the stage what is his origin?" ”

"Okay, no problem, Fan Lao, wait a minute." The secretary of the municipal party committee nodded and said, and then immediately left the seat.

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Maybe Pei Feng's cursive writing was too shocking for the people at the scene, so Pei Feng left a sentence to the staff I still have something to do, so he left first, and avoided the host who was about to leave him on the stage to speak, and walked straight to the outside of the Cultural Palace, which made the secretary of the municipal party committee who knew it later indirectly.

Returning to Fan Lao's side, the secretary of the municipal party committee smiled bitterly and said: "Fan Lao, it's really unfortunate, that young man has already left, but you can finish lunch with the mayor first, and estimate, and when you really comment on the works of the contestants in the afternoon, the information you want to know will be in your hands." ”

Hearing this, Fan Lao smiled and said in Jianghuai Mandarin: "Okay, it seems that that young man really has a bit of personality. ”

Immediately, Fan Lao, like several other judges, symbolically swept the works of the contestants on the stage, and then made a few speeches, but when he was asked by the host about Pei Feng's cursive thousand-character text, he did not say the kind of words that the secretary of the municipal party committee commented on Pei Feng, but smiled lightly and said: "The sword is biased, this classmate's performance is very powerful, and even surprised me, I didn't expect to meet such a player here." ”

"Powerful?" The host smiled and said: "I didn't expect that Fan Lao usually pays attention to the vocabulary trend of Internet language, and he actually knows the word "power." ”

As soon as these words fell, the audience also laughed, but there was no derogatory meaning, I just felt that this old man spoke very funny, unlike what I usually heard, this stinky old nine, acting very well, only grasping traditional things, not enterprising, and very arrogant, not worthy of being regarded as a leader in the domestic painting and calligraphy industry, and not qualified to have the title of the most expensive living national treasure artist.

The concept of "stinky old nine" first originated in the Yuan Dynasty period established by the Mongols, because the system of the Yuan Dynasty at that time divided people into ten classes, one official, two officials, three monks, four Taoists, five doctors, six workers, seven craftsmen, eight prostitutes, nine Confucians, and ten beggars.

The ninth type of person is a person with a strong Confucian ideology, who is rumored to be the "stinky old nine" by the people.

However, the "stinky old nine" at that time was not so notorious, and the really notorious period was in the sixties and seventies after the founding of New China, that is, during the Cultural Revolution.

During the Cultural Revolution, the three words "Stinky Old Nine" can be described as a frenzy of being rumored, for the simple reason that at that time, "Stinky Old Nine" was intellectuals, and intellectuals were the ninth object that needed to be eliminated by the Cultural Revolution, which was the last category of the "Black Nine Categories".

The nine categories of black are landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries, bad elements, rightists, traitors, spies, capitalist roaders, and intellectuals. At that time, intellectuals were equal to stinky old nine, not even as good as beggars, in addition to honestly doing their duty, other promotions and fortunes should not be thought of, and they were used as the object of criticism at any time, living in a cowshed, and being splashed with urine......

It was a dark time, hell for pure intellectuals.

Similarly, it was also a dark time for some martial arts masters and people with skills in other industries.

The really bad things were not actually removed much in that era, but the really good things were eliminated a large part, and it was a mistake that made sentient beings pay for it, the most barbaric period.

Now, Fan Lao, Fan Tong, who had experienced the most barbaric period, was standing on the stage looking at the audience with a smile, and in his hand, what he was holding was the cursive thousand-character text that Pei Feng had just completed.

On the other side, Pei Feng had already arrived at a hot pot restaurant not far from the Cultural Palace with Zhao Yi's mother and daughter, and the Zuo Zhi sisters.

After ordering, Zhao Yi's inquiring gaze kept pausing on Pei Feng's face, always wanting to see what kind of person this young man was, as if he was really choosing a son-in-law.

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