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In early spring, it is not yet the busy season for farming. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The text competition in the courtyard of Yanjiachang gradually attracted the attention of the residents of Quanmaolingtun.

There are even hairy children, drilling around in the crowd, laughing and naughty. Several children who have been studying at Mr. Huang's side all the year round listened to the round with a worried face, and they seemed to be saying that Yan Ming's words were beautiful.

Respecting teachers and respecting the way is a traditional Chinese virtue.

These students of Mr. Huang have clearly inherited this traditional virtue.

They don't want their husband to lose the game.

"What's the big deal about good handwriting?" A slightly older child pouted.

"That's it, Mr. said that there was a Zhao Kuo in ancient times, who was proficient in cultural and literary sampling, but when he really reached the battlefield, he was not beaten by someone." The two children thought about how to defend their husband.

Sima Qian's "Hongmen Banquet" has more than 1,800 words.

It took nearly an hour to write the thin gold style with a brush, and it was considered to be finished.

And Mr. Huang, on his side, is still working hard to write, and it seems that he is still unfinished.

Yan Ming looked at Mr. Huang, who was sweating profusely, stood up from the futon, and rubbed his numb legs.

"This table is really not made by people, I have been kneeling for a long time, my legs are numb, my buttocks are sore, and I want my own life." I was chattering in my heart, but my hands were not idle.

Today, Yan Ming's subordinates seem to be gods, and there are no typos in this whole "Hongmen Banquet" at all. The thin gold calligraphy makes the whole article look more powerful.

On that side, Mr. Huang is still writing.

On this side, Dongfang Shuo couldn't help but observe Yan Ming's calligraphy.

"Pei Gongjun dominates the ...... The three points of water of the word 'Pei' alone are wonderful, and there is also this horizontal and vertical, silver hook iron painting, vigorous and powerful. This kind of pen power cannot be achieved overnight. Wonderful, wonderful! Dongfang Shuo shook his head in admiration.

Soon, he was attracted by the full text of "Hongmen Banquet" written by Yan Ming, and couldn't help but read it aloud.

Gradually, everyone began to listen, and the whole courtyard fell silent.

Dongfang Shuo's subdued voice and emotional reading make the plot of the whole "Hongmen Banquet" even more ups and downs and fascinating.

Even Mr. Huang, who had not yet finished the article, gradually stopped writing, and his old eyes gradually showed brilliance, as if he was savoring delicious food, shaking his head.

Yan Ming saw the expressions of Mr. Huang and a few literate and reading villagers around him, but there was no joy of victory in his heart, but deep admiration.

This is the person who really does learning, who can not be haunted by external objects.

In comparison, he seems a little villain. But this is also a helpless thing, after all, it is necessary to live in this era, and it is very good to live with dignity.

Without a little prestige, the next move will be more and more difficult.

Finally, Dongfang Shuo read the last sentence: "Pei Gong went to the army, and immediately killed Cao without injury." ”

All the people, young and old, men and women, even Mr. Huang, heard the words 'Pei Gong to the army, immediately kill Cao without injury', and immediately applauded.

Even Yan Shan forgot that this was an article written by his son Yan Ming, and applauded with everyone.

Several women of the same age in the village who originally despised Yan Ming very much, and their eyes gradually flashed with peach blossoms when they looked at Yan Ming at this time.

In their eyes, Yan Ming, who was originally a scoundrel, is handsome and chic at the moment, and Yushu is in the wind......

Mr. Huang, who applauded with everyone, suddenly understood his situation after shouting a few hellos.

He knelt on the futon, and the splendor of listening to "The Banquet of the Hung Gate" gradually faded in his eyes, replaced by an endless layer of sadness.

"Cao Wuxian eats inside and out, damn it."

"Zhang Liang is worthy of being the founding hero of the Han Dynasty, and his wisdom is unparalleled and admirable."

"If you want me to say, Fan Xu's courage is really admirable."

"Fan Zeng is also a powerful person, but it's a pity that ......"

“……”

A "Hongmen Banquet", born in this small village, aroused everyone's comments.

This sound of discussion fell on Mr. Huang's ears, like a thunderbolt, making him feel embarrassed.

looked down at his article, although it was not bad, but compared with this "Hongmen Banquet", it is not beneficial to compare the sun and the moon with fireflies.

With a long sigh, Mr. Huang put down the brush, reached out and picked up the rough paper on his desk, kneaded and tore it, turned into pieces of broken flowers, and fell to the ground.

was about to admit defeat, but Mr. Huang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said as if he was fighting back: "Yan Ming, your article is indeed doing well, Huang is not as good as you in terms of style and font." But there is a key mistake in this, that is, calling Emperor Gaozu Pei Gong. This is a great disrespect. ”

The people who were still commenting on Yan Ming's article were stunned.

In the courtyard of the Yan family, there was silence for an instant.

Even Dongfang Shuo, who was known for his changes, was slightly stunned before looking at Yan Ming with a calm face.

And Yan Ming looked calm and calm from beginning to end, as if he had settled on Mr. Huang.

"History books are for future generations to see. The salutation should also be synchronized with the time event. At that time, Emperor Gaozu was subordinate to the command of the King of Chu, and he was called Pei Gong, which was a respect for historical facts. This is also a little bit of the meaning of the kid, that is, to write straight. Yan Ming talked eloquently.

"A good straight book, doing knowledge or doing things, such a persistent and calm mind is indispensable. How about you give this article to my brother for a collection? Dongfang Shuo cheered on the side, and came over directly to hug Yan Ming's shoulder.

Yan Ming looked at Yan Shan behind him, his face turned red, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Dongfang and my father have a relationship, I definitely can't cross the seniority and call you brothers." ”

Dongfang Shuo was slightly stunned, and Yan Shan laughed from the bottom of his heart.

His son is not only outstanding in font, but also has unparalleled literary talent, and even his conduct seems to be honest and calm. The Yan family is not going to soar!

"It's easy to do!" Dongfang Shuo has always been informal, and when he turned around, he had already bowed down in front of Yan Shan, and said loudly: "Little nephew Dongfang Shuo, meet Uncle Yan Shan." ”

After speaking, Dongfang Shuo squeezed his eyes towards Yan Ming and said with a smile: "This time you and I can be brothers, right?" ”

Yan Ming was stunned, and said that this Dongfang Shuo was witty and funny, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

At this moment, Mr. Huang couldn't save face for a long time, so he got up and left.

A group of neighbors were not afraid of big things when they saw the excitement, and coaxed Mr. Huang to worship under Yanming's door now. It caused people to burst into laughter.

Fortunately, Yan Shan said that they let Mr. Huang leave in embarrassment.

"Folks, I, Yan Ming, have a few words to say when the big guys gather today." Yan Ming saw that everyone had seen the excitement and wanted to disperse, so he stepped on the table and stood high and shouted.

The pace of everyone leaving stopped, and in today's battle, Yan Ming's status in their hearts has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

"My handwriting, my article, are all traceable. The Yan family, if you want to set up a school, Mr. is the kid himself. As for the tuition fees, they are all exempted. As long as the spring season begins, the villagers help the Yan family to plant land and calculate the children's tuition. Yan Ming said loudly.