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He was born in poverty, because his father was familiar with a private scholar, he had the opportunity to study when he was young, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, and the gentleman soon died of illness, which gave Cui Shi the opportunity to go further.

However, these only a few words are enough for him to gain a foothold in the world, and helping others write letters is the main livelihood, leaving early and returning late every day, and the income is considerable.

In the past, Cui Shi also experienced several industry competitions, but with tenacity and small means, he finally occupied the leading position in the letter writing industry on Fengyang Street.

But now, Cui Shi feels that his position has been strongly impacted!

"It's so shameless! He is a son of a family, how happy he is in brocade clothes and jade food, he actually came to rob me of my job regardless of his identity, he asked me yesterday, and he played this sign today, which is simply too deceitful! ”

Cui Shi still clearly remembers that the owner of this shop, the son of the family, came over yesterday to ask himself about writing letters on his behalf, and today there is such a vertical move at the door of this store, and the reason inside does not need to be studied at all, it can be seen at a glance!

Although the distance is far away, you can still see the outline of the words on the signboard -

Writing letters on behalf of children, children are not bullied.

Looking at these eight words, and then looking back at his slightly humble signboard, Cui Shi was even more angry.

"How can this be true? It's not easy to copy a word, copy it directly, I, I ......" Fortunately, Cui Shi doesn't know the word "cottage" yet, otherwise he will have to criticize it.

But even so, cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents, and his anger has almost exploded in his chest, Cui Shi only feels that this is all for him, and he can't care about anything, so he walks quickly towards Shulin Zhai, but after getting closer, he looks at the signboard again, but his heart jumps!

"Good word!"

Cui Shi's eyelids jumped, even though his heart was full of anger, he was still attracted by the eight words on the vertical move.

Just now, because of the distance, I could only look at the outline, and I vaguely felt that the eight words were a little extraordinary, and after walking in, Cui Shi found that these words were really extraordinary.

"This ...... Is this Lishu? ”

Cui Shi was born poor, but he is quite proud of himself, limited to his identity, limited vision, but he still has a sensitivity to words, as a person who writes for a living, he is no stranger to Lishu, and immediately noticed the extraordinaryness of a few words on the signboard.

"These eight words are round, the size of the knot has an exceptional potential, with the change of gestures, the trunk and center of the word are wide and square, but the surrounding strokes are scaled and scaled at will, eclectic, horizontal, apostrophe, pinch, hook and other strokes can not be extended, should destroy the overall sense of words, partial to give birth to a sense of comfort! This and this ......"

The eight words in front of him are strange and free, even though Cui Shi is full of anger, but as a writer, he still can't help but revere him, and he faintly has the idea of worshipping and asking for words to observe and post, but then he thinks of the situation in front of him, and his anger suddenly turns into full of grief and indignation.

"If you use calligraphy, you can only make a signboard with the words of a calligrapher, right? Do you want to give the poor a way to live? ”

Of course, Cui Shi doesn't think that the person who wrote this signboard will personally come over to write letters for others, which can only be used to solicit business - the quality of the word can be distinguished by feeling, and when you see a good word, who doesn't like it? I must have wanted to have such a text on my letter, so that the people who seek the letter will naturally rush to it and steal the business at once.

Cui Shi asked himself, even if he practiced hard for more than ten years or decades, he would not be able to reach this realm, and when others compared, where would he choose himself, and he was not robbed by Shulinzhai?

At this thought, the anger subsided, replaced by grief and frustration.

However, when he entered the door, he looked at the empty lobby and Chen Zhi behind the only table, and was stunned again.

"It turned out to be Brother Cui." Chen Zhi had already seen Cui Shi outside the door, he knew Cui Shi's name and surname through the people who asked for letters yesterday, and when he saw his expression change next to the signboard, he knew why this person came.

"This gentleman, I don't know what the purpose of the signboard outside your door is?" Cui Shi looked left and right, but he didn't see anyone else, so he couldn't help but be suspicious, muttered for a moment, and put his intentions bluntly, "Don't hide it, I will live by this hand, Your Excellency's business is open, I'm afraid that I will be forced to a dead end." ”

"Everything in the world has always been based on one's own ability," Chen Zhi smiled, poured cold water first, and then continued in Cui Shi's changing color, "But Brother Cui don't worry, the situation on both sides of us is different, and your livelihood will not be jeopardized." As he spoke, he handed over a slip, "After reading this, your Excellency will understand." ”

"Huh?" Cui Shi was stunned for a moment, took the list, looked down and was dumbfounded, he didn't care about tasting the font, as soon as he raised his head, he looked at Chen Zhi with wide eyes, and asked stumblingly: "Letters within 100 words, five ...... Fifty bucks? Is it five baht? ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, Cui Shimuran nodded, looked at the list again, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was constantly surprised.

"Parchment? Bring your own good paper, but only use it to write a letter? Do you want someone else to write it for you? ”

He looked up at Chen Zhi again, there was already a little love in his eyes, and he felt that there was something worthy of pity about the person in front of him.

The origin of this bark paper is not small, when Cai Lun was Shang Fangling, supervised the production of various instruments, presided over the improvement of papermaking, and studied the paper made of wooden veneer, which is the bark paper.

The name Cai Lun can be said to be known and known to everyone in later generations, and it is self-evident how valuable the leather paper he improved and developed was in the Han Dynasty. The bark paper is especially suitable for calligraphy and painting, and is highly regarded by literati and ink writers, and the price is rising.

"This ...... This ......"

After reading this, Cui Shi really has nothing to say, according to this rule, this store doesn't want to do any business at all.

"I'm also confused, what these children of the family are pursuing is the name of celebrities and celebrities, and they want strange people and strange things, how can they really grab a livelihood from me!"

Suddenly, Cui Shi only felt that his thoughts were clear, as if he had seen through everything.

"But then again, fifty dollars a letter, this thing is too ridiculous, I don't know who this person is, he came up with such a ridiculous thing, it's not good to ask directly, let's go out and inquire later." At this moment, Cui Shi's anger disappeared completely, and was replaced by the idea of wanting to see the excitement.

As soon as he thought of this, he nodded and said, "It's me who misunderstood Your Excellency, it's just that it's more or less a peer, maybe I have something I can help with." ”

"If you need it, you will definitely ask Brother Cui to help." Chen Zhi was not polite and took it.

Cui Shi was about to say goodbye and leave, he didn't want to stay here for a long time, he would be thought to be an accomplice, in case the absurd rules of Shulinzhai spread, it would be difficult for him to make a living, but it would be self-defeating.

However, before leaving, he couldn't help but ask: "Who is the hand of the person who wrote the words on the signboard next to this door?" ”

"You say that, I wrote it." Chen Zhi told the truth.

"Hehe, admiration, admiration." Cui Shi didn't believe it at all, but Chen Zhi didn't want to say it, so he said it without smiling, and left straight away, returning to the stall on the street, ready to watch the excitement.