Chapter 11 is talented

"No! Mama Wang! Liu Mei'er walked up and grabbed Mama Wang's hand: "The thing hasn't been written yet, Mama Wang can't chop his hand!" ”

"That's right, chop your hands, that's cutting off the future of our Jinmanyuan!"

As soon as Wang Mazi's words came out, in an instant, the girls blocked in front of Lin Jianqiu, not because they were righteous, but because what they were protecting was the money bag they had already obtained.

"You ...... You guys...... You ......" Wang Mazi trembled with anger.

"Mom, yesterday, you promised the guests to give them a koi fish picture today, and said that you would go to the temple to consecrate. If you chop off his hand like this, how can you explain it to the guest? ”

"yes, it's not just about losing guests, it's going to make them think we're ruining their reputation!"

"If it's not good, they will make trouble with the government, and our Jinmanyuan can only close its doors!"

The girls chattered, the louder they talked, the more excited they became, and they were right. Wang Mazi took a deep breath and calmed herself, her eyes fell on Lin Jianqiu like an eagle, and then looked at the girls who were guarding him from letting her do anything.

It seems that if the girls' concerns are not eliminated, this guillotine is not in the hands of that guy.

"I didn't expect you kid to put the line so long. No wonder you were so cooperative yesterday......" Wang Mazi gritted her teeth.

"Yes, I'm just waiting for you to take the bait so that I can take your army." Lin Jianqiu was straightforward, he shook his Erlang's legs, looked at Liu Mei'er, who wanted to persuade him, and said, "You don't have to persuade me." ”

Since there is no fair negotiation in this world, there is only a little bit of dark law in the workplace. When it comes to the dark laws of the workplace, he Lin Jianqiu is a perfect one.

Isn't it just a trick? I can play you to death! Lin Jianqiu is confident. The scholars will not accept your refund, if you refund the money, last night, Lin Jianqiu was foreshadowed: it will definitely not lose everyone's blessings.

His tricks are really beautiful, so that Wang Mazi, who received the money from the guests, has no way to return.

"Excellent! Very good! Wang Mazi showed a smile on her face, the kind of old smile: "I have been in this industry all my life, and I have been open for more than ten years, but it is the first time I have encountered such a thing, very good!" ”

As she spoke, she put the whip aside: "Today, in front of the girls, I want you to be convinced!" ”

As she spoke, she took out a handful of gold coins from her pocket, threw them on the stone table, and knocked her fingers on the table: "Ladies and gentlemen, don't worry, the signboard of Jinmanyuan was not given by him Lin Jianqiu, and naturally it is not something that he Lin Jianqiu can smash!" ”

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the housekeeper: "Uncle Wang, take these thirty gold coins and invite the best literati and the best painter in Huacheng!" ”

These words were like thunder on the ground, and the people in the courtyard were stunned. They had never seen the Wang Mazi, who had always been slamming the door, so arrogant, that she was willing to smash thirty gold coins!

Thinking about it again, yesterday's income alone was a hundred gold coins, and it was nothing to take out thirty, because if you didn't make things, the Golden Manyuan would be finished.

"Do you think you alone can write this?" Wang Mazi sneered, and repeatedly touched the bracelet on her right hand with her left hand, revealing sarcasm: "It is true that your method is very good, and the person who paints is also very unique, it is precisely because the method is good and the painting is unique, so it is a sensation." But in this world, you can write those two broken poems and draw, not only you, Lin Jianqiu! ”

Uncle Wang carefully put away the gold coins on the table, and brought a thug with him before leaving.

In these years, there are some soldiers and chaos outside, for fear of someone robbing, thirty gold coins is not a small amount, you have to be careful. And these thirty gold coins can indeed invite very good literati and painters.

"As for me, I won't beat you now, nor will I kill your dog's paws, and when things are written, I want you to be convinced by yourself and your own hands." After saying this game, Wang Mazi deliberately said to the housekeeper who walked to the door: "If it's not enough, add more!" ”

She was ruthless, she must make this Lin Jianqiu look good, and let the people in this courtyard see who is in charge of Jinmanyuan!

"I didn't expect Wang's mother to be willing to pay so much money to invite someone."

"Thirty gold coins, please be written once, it's better to give ten gold coins to Lin Jianqiu......"

"What do you know, it's not a matter of money or not, this guy is arrogant and arrogant, as a big boss, how can he give in? Besides, you don't know about our mother's temper? ”

Everyone waited quietly, no one spoke anymore, and Wang Mazi also calmed down, no longer yelling, but let people serve refreshments, taste tea, and fan the wind, while Lin Jianqiu stood under the big tree and let people light a fire next to him.

The hot summer day and the fire caused Lin to see the autumn sweat like rain.

Fuck, damn old mother...... Lin Jianqiu scolded in his heart.

"Cui'er, the housekeeper of the academy is your old friend, now go to the academy quickly, they all have portraits of scholars." Wang Mazi turned her head to look at Cui'er: "Most of the scholars who needed to paint yesterday were scholars from the academy, and some were passing by. ”

Wang Mazi has really walked the rivers and lakes for many years and has done things steadily. If it weren't for her arrangement, the others wouldn't have taken into account that the painter who was going to be invited for a while hadn't seen last night's guests.

Although Huacheng is not a particularly big city, but it is also a good mountain and water traffic fortress, the most famous business is the Kui Wen Mo Lou run by Mr. Kui, even here to make the adult's daughter wedding day, are asked to write the pair.

Since he is a businessman, it is impossible to only do high-end business, this low-end business, Mr. Kui will send disciples to come. The plaque of Xinghualou was written by Mr. Kui's closed disciple.

The level of the great disciples, presumably writing this kind of biography should not be a problem. And the painter, the Kui family also has it, after all, this literary and ink business, often the text and the painting are one.

Although Kuiwen Molou is far away from here, it is fast to ride a horse, but after a stick of incense, someone came in at the door.

"Mother Wang, I'm lucky, it just so happens that the eldest disciple of the Kui family and the left painter are here, so I invited it." As soon as the housekeeper entered the door, he was overjoyed. He was followed by two men in green shirts, one tall and one short.

"Wow, Left Painter! Is it the most famous painter in the Kui family?! ”

"Oh my God, this left painter heard that he painted for the wife of the right Fufeng Gao, and it was Kuiwen Molou who carried the painting of Taishan Beidou!"

I felt honored to hear that the disciple of Kui Da was coming, and the name of the painter Zuo was even greater, so to speak, on par with the name of the old man Kui. The reason why he works under the old man is not because he lacks talent, but simply because he was born in the countryside and does not have so much money to run a Wenzhuang.

After saying hello, the two smiled faintly, brushed their clothes, and sat down. The little guy immediately brought up the things he had prepared, one was the "Little Biography of the Golden Manyuan" written by Lin Jianqiu yesterday, one was a simple portrait of the scholars, and the last one was a blank cloth and pen and ink.

After Mother Wang said this, the two picked up the little biography and looked at it, and their faces were embarrassed.

"Mother Wang, we have seen this little biography in the morning, and I was spurred by the old man because of this little biography." The eldest disciple of the Kui family smiled rather embarrassedly, then looked at the small biography as if holding a sacred object, gently placed it on the table, and then arched his hand and asked, "Excuse me, who wrote this little biography?" ”

"This little guy." Mother Wang pointed to Lin Jianqiu under the big tree, although the fire had been extinguished, but he was also tossed and his face was pale, but his face was still stubborn, and even with a contemptuous smile.

This smile made Wang Mazi extremely unhappy and endured it for a long time, but soon, she would convince Lin Jianqiu and chop off this guy's claws in front of everyone to set an example!

"Oops, hey, hey......" The eldest disciple of the Kui family immediately stood up, took two steps quickly, and bowed respectfully to Lin Jianqiu: "This son, great talent." These two sentences 'The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day', which is really well written! That's great! ”

As he spoke, he turned around, took the tea that Wang Mazi poured for him into his hand, and brought it to Lin Jianqiu: "Childe, please drink tea." ”

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Wang Mazi felt a little dizzy, what is the situation?

"The eldest disciple of the Kui family, he is just a little guy, let's continue to talk about this little biography......

"This little biography, how can we have such talent!" The eldest disciple of the Kui family interrupted Wang Mazi's words, waved his hand again and again, and shook his head frantically: "Early in the morning, the old man Kui got this little biography, and he was very excited...... We've never seen this style before! There is no one before and no one after us! ”

Speaking of this, the eldest disciple scratched his head embarrassedly: "The master said that we are compared to the person who wrote this little biography, and we ...... It's ...... I don't even deserve to carry my shoes. ”

Speaking of this, the eldest disciple seemed to be a little skeptical, and he arched his hand again: "May I ask Gongzi, where does the teacher come from?" ”

"Hunan University."

？？？

The big disciple was confused.

"Oh, that's it...... It's ......" Lin Jianqiu was pondering how to explain it, and Mother Wang laughed.

"Oh, he can't even write! is also a talented man......" Mother Wang laughed and trembled, waved a handkerchief and pointed to a few scholars standing on the side: "Yesterday's biography, he reads it, others write it, and he can't write a word, you old man is looking away this time!" ”

"Can't write?!" The big disciple's eyes were about to pop out in shock, and he confirmed again: "This little biography is from him, and someone else wrote it?!" ”

"That's right! Not only can't you write, but you can't recognize a few words! I don't know how to hold back this poem...... "Wang Mazi belittled Lin Jianqiu as much as possible, and gushed: "We are the land of fireworks, where can the little guys in the land of fireworks compare to you!" ”

The Kui disciple and the painter glanced at each other, and their faces changed slightly.

"What happened to the land of fireworks? What if you can't write? Do you have to learn from a teacher to open your mind? Lin Jianqiu stood up, wiped the sweat on his face, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "The mountain is not high, there are immortals and they are famous." The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin. ”

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The Kui Da disciple was stunned, what did he hear?! What do you hear?!

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin ......"

The Kui Da disciple muttered a repeat. The poems he heard were at a level he couldn't write in his life! How apt it is for this scene! It's a genius, a genius!

"Born a genius!" The big disciple almost knelt down, he bowed to Lin Jianqiu again and again: "Lin Gongzi's talent is indeed far above the below!" Far above below! It's a natural genius to be able to make such a good poem without ever reading it! ”

Xu didn't know how to express the surging in his heart, so he could only take a step forward and bend deeply: "Our old man wants to invite you to talk about it, and please appreciate your face!" I didn't bring an invitation post when I went out, which is really inconsiderate, please understand! ”

At the end, he added: "If you have this idea, the ransom of Jinmanyuan, according to your talent, our old man will definitely help you." ”

Oh, yes, this is beyond Lin Jianqiu's expectations.