However, Zhang Yuan himself now only has a low-grade elixir, which is used for his father every month, so how can he have any extra to repay his neighbors? After a while, the relatives will see that they can't get any benefits from Zhang Yuan, and they will definitely cut off their help to the Zhang family.

When the time comes, the family's fortune will definitely take a sharp turn for the worse.

Therefore, Wang Cong now invited him to transcribe the manuscript, which is like a kindness to him.

The pen and paper used by the reader are very expensive, but the words written by the reader are even more expensive.

Not to mention, Wang Yuan is still a well-known handwriting among the disciples of Jiupin.

His small Kai, imitating Ouyang Cheng's most famous Xiaokai "Li Lexu" in the Kuching Dynasty, can be relaxed and relaxed, like a falling stone on the peak, like a thousand miles of clouds, is the standard font used in today's scientific research.

02 Poor scholar, Mr. Short-minded, the calligraphy there was written by Ouyang Cheng's disciple imitating Ouyang Cheng.

It's just a disciple's imitation, and it also makes Zhang Yuan's font written in a decent way, which looks like an ultimate enjoyment.

Pen fee, ten words per word.

You can buy a piece of ordinary rice paper, or ten sheets of jute paper for practicing large characters.

If it can be completed, my younger brother will not have to worry about this year's tuition.

However, although Zhang Yuan's handwriting is good, his speed has never been improved.

Readers need to consume a certain amount of spiritual power to practice calligraphy, and they can only wait quietly for recovery when they are consumed.

In this process of consumption and recovery, the speed of spiritual power recovery can be improved, and the benefits are obvious.

Practicing calligraphy is actually one of the common cultivation methods for readers.

When it is full of spiritual power, it is only enough to write three or four hundred a day at most.

Zhang Yuan's spiritual power recovered a little faster, but it was full of calculations in a day, but there were only about five hundred words.

Moreover, since it is a copy of a book for people, we must pay attention to quality, and we can't just write a word to pull it.

If it is well written, the host family is satisfied, and Zhang Yuan will have more customers in the future.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you have the best handwriting here, so you will do the 1,500 words at the beginning."

Wang Cong began to assign tasks.

This is a kind of trust, and Zhang Yuan is quite moved.

Fifteen hundred words are equal to fifteen thousand copper coins, or 15 taels of silver.

In the countryside, the annual consumption of a medium-sized family is about 10 taels of silver, which still does not include the expenses of buying clothes and snacks.

Moreover, if you buy any of the four books and the Five Classics, the price will not be less than 1 tael of silver.

It's enough for my younger brother to study.

However, since he was asked to write today, there will definitely be one in the future.

Zhang Yuan stabilized his mind, threw out all kinds of distracting thoughts, and concentrated.

"Okay, then I'll write until the forty-sixth act."

Zhang Yuan counted and received his own copying task.

The scroll is spread out vertically, regardless of the chapter.

"I started directly from forty-seven, I write slower, Senior Brother Zhang doesn't have to wait for my speed."

Wang Cong said.

Wang Cong's spiritual power is fully restored, and it will take two hours.

By the time he finished writing and then resumed, a day had already passed.

There are only the two of them, if they can't finish writing, they will definitely need to stay up late, and maybe they will have to use elixirs to replenish spiritual power to forcibly speed up the writing time.

Either way, it had to be written within three days.

When the time comes, friends will send disciples to the door to ask for books, and the promise of this era is very important, saying that it is three days, then even a quarter of an hour cannot be missing.

Otherwise, no one will borrow a book next time.

Zhang Yuan opened the scroll with great sincerity, only to see the first line written in upright small letters: Disciple Lu Rong, imitating Master Wen's study.

Just looking at the handwriting, if it weren't for the author's special explanation, people like Zhang Yuan, who are not skilled enough, would not have seen that this is not genuine.

This is a disciple named Lu Rong, imitating Wen Yanting's work.

"Lu Rong? Isn't this the prefect of Yizhou? Is it a duplicate name? "Yizhou is Zhang Yuan's hometown, and the prefect is equivalent to a four-rank official, and it is a medium-sized city.

"It's that Lu Rong, Lu Ziyi is also."

Wang Cong said.

Only students whose literary attainments have been approved by the teacher can write their own names when they imitate them.

This four-grade prefect seems to be not only at home in officialdom, but also quite good in literature.

No one doubts Wen Yanting's integrity, because Wen Yanting has been a standard merry man all his life, although he likes to linger in Qinglou and is a standard merry talent, he was able to refuse the imperial court three times, the reason was that he was afraid that the case would be tiring, which would take up his time for prostitution! Therefore, the students who approved him really have some material.

For example, this open book, Zhang Yuan looked left and right, and he couldn't see the difference with Wen Yanting.

Of course, there must also be something to do with the fact that he hasn't seen the real thing a few times.

The only time he saw the real thing was in the village, where a pair of gentle, solemn seven-character quatrains hung in his husband's house.

He often goes to see it, and he just has some impressions in his head.

"Look at this pen, if it is Wen, it will definitely be slightly hooked to the right, which is more powerful and powerful.

However, it has indeed reached the point where it is true that it is fake, and Governor Lu is also a person with real talent and learning. ”

Wang Cong is also a calligraphy enthusiast.

Wang Cong is a strong man in theory, let him see, he can analyze the head and head is the Tao, and if he really writes it, he lacks that kind of charm.

It's all in small letters, and Zhang Yuan's characters are still more beautiful.

Zhang Yuan knew that his qualifications were good, but due to his family's poverty, he had never even seen the authentic works a few times.

If he could be given an authentic copy of his handwriting, his handwriting would definitely improve.

It's a pity that once you write something that you are satisfied with, you will definitely give priority to your disciples.

Occasionally, there is an outflow, which is immediately snapped up by the powerful.

He could have made more achievements, but he had no choice but not enough resources and buried his talent.

At this point, no one can help him.

Even Daoist Wang Luochuan, who has hundreds of students, can't get a copy of the authentic handwriting, let alone a small person like Zhang Yuan.

While copying, Zhang Yuan paid attention to the operation of the aura in his body.

Writing and practicing calligraphy, to put it bluntly, is to make the spiritual power in the body more abundant, which is conducive to reading.

Combined with the "Tu Na Gong" taught by the sect, you can guide the aura of heaven and earth into your dantian and strengthen yourself.

This is the process of power growth.

Zhang Yuan carefully perceived the aura in the person's body, like blue ripples, like ripples on the lake.

Then, it splits into a trickle and slowly flows to the fingertips of the pen you are holding.

"The vastness of the world and the ...... of the sea" As each word fell onto the paper, the spiritual power of the dantian was also decreasing.

However, Zhang Yuan had a wonderful feeling about his aura, and the more he used it, the more beneficial bonuses he had.

It's like exercising, improving your physical fitness, you will feel it.

Reading and practicing calligraphy, regardless of time, Zhang Yuan entered an ethereal realm.

He read the words of the Wen family intently, it was beautiful and gorgeous, it was also enjoyment, and it would have a gain in spiritual power.

Good books, good texts, open books are beneficial.

Time unconsciously, after a whole day, Zhang Yuan did not stop until the dantian dried up, his head was very painful, dizzy, and almost his eyes were full of stars.

At this time, let alone appreciating the text anymore, even looking at the words is a blurry ghost.

"You're overusing your aura, take a break."

Wang Cong said.

Jiupin disciples, the total amount of spiritual power is very low, and they can't withstand much consumption, so they can only save it now.

"That's it for today, let me count, it's okay, five hundred words are finished."

Zhang Yuan is very satisfied with his work.

He's done the best he can be.

is afraid of comparison, and then look at what Lu Rong wrote, and what he copied, it is simply clear at a glance, which is the old and spicy writing, and which is the freshman beginner.

Wang Cong was also very interesting and gave Zhang Yuan a red bag.

Zhang Yuan knew that this was today's moistening pen, so he accepted it unceremoniously.

Calculating the time, the medicinal herbs that my father caught should be almost finished, and I have to ask someone to go to the city to buy them.

Say goodbye to going down the mountain and open the money bag, which is five taels of broken silver.

"It's okay, it's not copper coins.

That Wang Cong is worthy of being the son of a businessman. ”

Zhang Yuan felt that Wang Cong was quite upright, and now silver is relatively easy to circulate.

Above the silver, there are ingots, Zhang Yuanda has never seen this kind of thing since he was born.

Zhang Yuan left a few odd flowers for himself, and asked the sect to help and sent the rest to his hometown.

He sincerely hopes that there will be another copy of this kind of business, so that he can support his family and no longer have to be financed by blind dates.