"Mother, so far, there are no more people who come to ask for words, all of them will be refused," Wuzhou Yiwu, Luojiatang, Luofu compound, Luo Bin Wang whispered to his mother Luo Li's instructions: "From the past year to the present, the child's pen has been enough to cover the daily expenses of the house for decades, and the child does not want to waste time on this business of selling words." {First Reading}"

Since returning to Yiwu from Chang'an years ago, King Luo Bin has appeared, the situation of his own family, has gradually returned to the past, just about to return to the field not long ago, was washed away by the flood of last year, the harvest in the field, did not fall at all, and the family, and to give the tenant farmers the good example money, but also to take care of the daily expenses of the family, the three uncles before the loss of money, less than half a year of effort, it took a seven, seven, eighty, eight, and when Luo Bin Wang returned home, the surplus rice in the house, there was only half a cylinder left.

If it weren't for the money that King Luo Bin brought with him when he came back, at the end of the year, their family of three would not even be able to eat a little meat. Their three uncles couldn't even see their jokes, let alone give them food and money to help them.

However, fortunately, it is the road of the sky, after the end of the New Year, when the silver money brought back by King Luo Bin is about to be used up, King Luo Bin's calligraphy has finally become a little small, and the words written are dignified and awe-inspiring, and the atmosphere is fierce, such as the sleeping dragon of the sting, such as the pull of the sword and crossbow, which is similar to Liu's calligraphy, but it is unique and has its own characteristics.

Therefore, when the family was strapped for money and worried about food and clothing, King Luo Bin started to do what a literati could do, making a living and selling words for the little money.

Since the night of the first yuan, when the lantern festival of Wusheng City, Luo Bingwang first showed his handwriting in the market, and the people he saw were all amazed by the special glyph calligraphy. They all stepped forward to watch and beg for words, just one night of polishing the pen, enough to have more than 200 texts, enough for their family to eat and drink for a month.

Therefore, since the night of the first century, every other month, when the family is strapped again, Luo Bingwang will enter the county again to raise pens and earn some household money. This back and forth, after selling dozens of calligraphy and paintings, the name of Luo Bing Wang's calligraphy is becoming more and more apparent, and there are more and more people who want to ask for the ink treasure written by him, and in recent months, Luo Bing Wang is no longer out of the stall. {First Reading} There are often people who come to the house to ask for words, and the cost of the pen is also increasing, especially the day before yesterday, some people actually used ten pieces of silver for each piece, and asked for five pieces at once, so that the surplus money in Luo's mansion increased to as much as 100 times, and at the same time, it also gave Luo Bingwang the heart to collect the pen.

Sell words to earn pen. In the end, it is not the right way, in the past, it was forced by life, food and clothing, and it would not win people's tongues. But now. Food and clothing are worry-free, and there is a little wealth, if you still make a profit from this, if you enter the office in the future, you will be laughed at.

"Even if my son doesn't say it, my mother also has the intention of dissuading," Luo Li glanced at his son lovingly, and said: "Selling words to make a living, you should not do it, learn with my son's talent." In the future, if you want to be an official or an official, how can you spend all your time on this side path? ”

"Seeing that your father's three-year period of filial piety has passed, my son should now study to review his past in order to fight for the big exam in the coming year." Luo Li said with some sadness: "Before your father's death, his greatest wish was not to see Ah Pu become a talent. Glorious lintel? ”

Everything is inferior. Only reading is high.

If it weren't for the fact that the family was too poor a few years ago, he only relied on his daily silk weaving. is not enough to support the family, Luo Li said that she would not let her eldest son sell words on the street, attracting ridicule from others.

"Ah Bao knows, mother, please rest assured, there will be a place for children in the next year's science list!" Luo Bingwang sat there quietly, exuding a strong self-confidence on his body, infecting Luo Li's heart and feeling a little at ease.

"Also, mother," looked up at Luo Li's family, Luo Bin Wang said softly with some hesitation on his face: "Now that the family has enough money and food, food and clothing are worry-free, and the mother is taking care of it, it will be five years and ten years, and there will be no more financial constraints, so, Ah Pu thought, go out to travel again, go to Chang'an, visit the master and the mother, after such a long time, I don't know if the master and the mother have information now." ”

As soon as Liu's Tea Shop opened, as soon as the fame of Sanyuan Tea rang out, King Luo Bin often wondered in his heart, did the master and the master have come back safely? Is this Liu's Tea Shop run by the master himself? If it weren't for the situation at home that had always reassured him, as early as the beginning of April, as soon as he heard the name of Sanyuan tea, Luo Bingwang thought about setting off for Chang'an and going to Sanyuan to find out.

"Grandpa, what do you think of this paper calligraphy?" Su Mansion, Su Chenxi took a piece of calligraphy with ink that had not completely dried up with great interest, came to the study where Su Bingren was located, spread the paper in front of Su Bingren, and asked his grandfather softly.

"Well, the shape is similar but the god is not, this Liu's calligraphy attainment, Xi'er has regressed a lot." Putting down the bookbook in his hand, Lao Su stroked the dry and gray beard on his chin, glanced at the handwriting on the table, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly, compared to what Su Chenxi had written before, it was more than a little bit worse.

"Huh?" Lao Su was brushing his beard for a moment, his two eyes couldn't help but focus on the paper in front of him, and he whispered softly: "This pen, as well as this glyph and habits, are all different from the past, can't it, the handwriting on this paper is not from Xi'er's hand?" However, this ink is still wet, it should be the first time to write, if it weren't for Xi'er, who else in this house could have such attainments? ”

Although the calligraphy on the paper cannot be compared with what Su Chenxi wrote before, the skill of this is also good, and no one can easily write it. Thinking about it, Su Bingren's brows couldn't help but twist together, turned his head to look at his precious granddaughter, and saw that she was snickering, so he asked her softly: "Xi'er, who wrote the calligraphy on this paper?" ”

"Let's not say who wrote it, Xi'er wants grandpa to say it first, what does grandpa think of this word? Can you still get into your grandfather's eyes? Without directly answering Su Bingren's question, Su Chenxi asked her grandfather coquettishly.

"Well, this character, if it is not for the local dialect you write, can be regarded as the middle and upper class, and the person who writes has been accomplished in this calligraphy for at least ten years." Su Bingren carefully looked at the handwriting on the paper again, the pen was horizontal and vertical, and the glyphs were full and positive.

"Ten years?" Su Chenxi glanced at her grandfather happily, suddenly turned around, and said in a clear voice to the Yahuan Basho behind her, "Basho, did you hear that?" Grandpa said you've been practicing calligraphy for at least ten years, hehe."

"Huh? Why, the handwriting on this paper was actually written by Basho?! Hearing the meaning of his precious granddaughter's words, Su Bingren looked surprised, so he turned his head to look at Basho, and saw that Basho was lowering his head, his face was a little flushed, and his face was slightly happy and excited, and he didn't mean to deny it at all.

Is it true?

But how is this possible?

I remember that when Basho first entered the house, although she was literate, the words she wrote were very ordinary, obviously she had not particularly practiced calligraphy, how long had she been doing it, how could she have made such great progress?

Could it be that she, like Xi'er, is also a genius in calligraphy? Su Bingren touched his chin and looked at Basho's body again, and couldn't help but shake his head lightly, the time was too short to be possible. Even Xi'er, who has been talented in calligraphy since she was a child, and can achieve today's achievements, but it is also after years of hard work and smoothing hundreds of brushes.

"That's natural, if grandpa doesn't believe it, he can ask Basho to write another pair for grandpa!" After speaking, without waiting for Su Bingren to agree or object, Su Chenxi turned his head and glanced at Basho, took two steps forward, pulled Basho and pushed her to the bookcase, the ready-made four treasures of the study room for her to use, and instructed her to write another pair of words.

"In this way, Basho will be ugly, if the writing is not good, the old lady and the young lady are not strange!" Basho has never been the kind of person who knows how to be shy, she will not miss such an opportunity to perform, and after bending down and saluting with their old lady and young lady, she straightens up and writes seriously and generously.

In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here.

The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island.

Where is Sunset Township? The Yanbo River makes people sad.

At the beginning, Liu Yiyi mentioned the poems on the Yellow Crane Tower, and the banana rewrote it word by word, the words were like knife cutting, the traces were like steep peaks, and the dragon and snake wandered between, and the Yellow Crane Tower, in front of the inscription poetry pavilion, Liu Yiyi's own handwriting was written there, and there were six or seven points of similarity.

"See, Grandpa? Is it the same as the one Xi'er brought just now? Compared with Su Bingren's surprise, Su Chenxi is proud and complacent, with half a year's persistence and hard work, he has finally achieved some amazing results today, and he can calm down his grandfather, a calligrapher, in one fell swoop, not everyone can do it.

"Well, it's the same person, tell Grandpa, how did you do it? Is it just those simple strokes that Basho has been writing all the time ago? The facts were in front of him, and Su Bingren couldn't help but believe it, and at the same time, Old Man Su also remembered the strange actions of Basho before, and couldn't help but speak softly and asked Su Chenxi.

After the dream, the stairs are locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up.

When the spring hatred came last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts **.

I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry.

The pipa strings say that acacia, when the bright moon was there, and the clouds returned.

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