My uncle is so enthusiastic, and my mother is also urging on the side, saying that I want to appreciate the peerless calligraphy of my own children, as for my sister, while diligently studying the ink, while blinking at me with big watery eyes, full of expectation.

Let's go, today, and let them appreciate the eldest grandson's body. Ben Gongzi strode to the bookcase, knelt up straight, pressed the white paper with a paperweight, then picked up a pen, calmed down, thought for a while, waved a big pen, brushed and brushed...... Three or five strokes of hard work, all in one go.

I have to say that the spirit of the moment has reached its peak, the pen is like a divine help, and the amazing work of the eldest grandson's style calligraphy was finally born in the eighth year of the great cause of the Great Sui Dynasty.

"......" Uncle 's eyes bulged out of the sockets, staring viciously at the shocking work of Ben Gongzi who had not yet dried the ink, and his somewhat hideous expression was like a thug preparing to rob the bank deposit car, and his nose was almost white air.

What Ben Gongzi wrote was a few inspirational words that he had just picked up in the room. "The wood of the hug is born in the end of the millennium; The nine-story platform starts from the soil; A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step......"

But now the pen power is even better than in the past, and I think that I can get seven or eight points of willow charm on weekdays, and now I have at least ninety percent of the book.

“…… Mowgli, why don't you discuss it with your uncle? "It took my uncle a long time to regain his dignity and gentlemanly manners, and he looked at me with blank eyes, but his hand was clutching the blank piece of paper—one-book-reading-small-speaking—like a drowning man pulling at the last straw.

"If my brother likes it, take it, Wuji can write it now, and he will definitely be able to write better in the future. Right? My mother chuckled, clapped my hand, and looked at me.

"Since my uncle likes it, take it." I nodded and smiled at my uncle. For me, my calligraphy works are sought after, and it's too late to be happy, not to mention my uncle, a close relative to my family, not to mention this, let me write another ten pieces to send him to, but I'm worried that writing too much will become a flood of goods, which is really not beautiful, so my son is too lazy to volunteer.

"So...... Hehe, I'm ashamed, the old man has no other hobbies in his life, but he loves calligraphy and is obsessed, hehe, okay, well, Erniang, for my brother to go to Yang Nayan's banquet today, I will go first, and when I have time, I will come to visit you. After drying the paper, the uncle carefully folded it and put it in his sleeve, and after saying hello, he hurried away.

"Who is Yang Nayan?" I asked the girl next to me with some curiosity. "That's a strange name."

"Uh...... Brother, Yang Nayan refers to Yang Da Yang's old uncle, Nayan is the official name, that is, in the ancient servant, because he wanted to avoid Emperor Wen's father Yang Zhong, he changed the service to Nayan, not the name of Yang Lao's uncle. The girl dragged her shoulders and said helplessly. Brother, you are really, there are a lot of things you have forgotten. ”

Nayan...... No wonder Little Japan also has such an official name. It seems that it was also plagiarized. "I can't help but suddenly remember that when I was playing the game of the Japanese Kingdom in the past, I heard the official name of Nayan, and at that time because this official name was a little strange, so I specially kept my mind, and I didn't think that the source was here.

"I can't imagine that my son can have such a ability now, your uncle has always been easy not to praise people, today I saw your share, so gaffe, hehe......" My mother called me over and sat down, patted my hands, and looked proud and spoiled. Mowgli, don't forget your uncle's advice, but for your own good, you know? ”

"Mother, don't worry, the child knows, for you, and the sister, the child will try to do what I have to do." Chong Niangqin nodded, I clenched my fists, this time and space, this world, they are the most worthy of my protection so far, no matter what, I will work hard for them to do what I have to do.

"Childe, this shop is the most upscale and expensive store in Luoyang City, our eastern capital." Not far from a shop in Beishi that looked extremely spacious and luxurious, Li Yuanfang was pointing to the wide signboard with three official characters on it, "Jianmo Xuan", and whispered to me. "Here is the best paper in Xuanzhou, as well as the best quality, the most well-made Hou pen, anyway, the small one is also to listen to what my uncle said, here is a piece of fine pine smoke ink, enough for ordinary people to eat and wear for a year."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but gasp, it seems that from ancient times to the present, the daily consumer goods are sold as luxury goods, not only the profiteers of later generations, there are profiteers in this era, and it seems that this Jianmoxuan that this son is about to set foot in is the territory of the top profiteers in this era.

"Childe, what the hell are we going to do?" After Li Yuanfang looked at the shop and called the store, he said very cautiously: "With the copper plate on the small body, I'm afraid I can't even afford a piece of rice paper." ”

Who is it, do you think that my son's brain has collapsed? will come to this kind of place where you can see that the store is small and second-hand with a bright and dangling knife to be slaughtered, it is too much to underestimate this son.

The big sleeves waved, and the heroic spirit was shocked. "Yuan Fang, let you see how this son slaughtered them." Ben Gongzi, who was full of perfect self-confidence, strode proudly towards the black shop called Jianmoxuan.

Entering the shop, well, there are really not many people, in this shop of about 100 square meters, only a few dropouts are wandering in this shop, and behind them are also followed by the big waist and round family nursing home, from their clothes can be seen that they are either rich or expensive.

And the image of this son is not bad, he belongs to a handsome guy who has a return rate of at least 80% on the streets and alleys, plus a fierce and rough giant male bodyguard with a 100% return rate of Li Yuanfang behind the buttocks, well, in a word, as soon as Ben Gongzi took Li Yuanfang into the store, almost all eyes were cast.

The reaction was very good, and this son slowly took out the purple sandalwood light yellow silk fan from the fan bag on his waist, and moved his four fingers, only to hear a smack, and the fan surface was fully extended, revealing the handwriting written on it.

I began to hold the folding fan and fan it lightly on my chest, and slowly wandered around the Jianmo Xuan, and my actions really attracted the customers, the staff and the shopkeeper.

The inside of the store is not like the counter of the department store is full, but like an exhibition hall, a little the same, and there are a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of this store, so I took a closer look. No way! One is Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface", and the other is Zhong Xuan's "Declaration Table", all of which are hung with famous masterpieces that declare the greatness, however, according to the eyes of this son who has been immersed in the ** altar for nearly 40 years (two generations before and after plus a piece), but after careful viewing, it is found that most of them are not genuine, at most it is a person with good pen power.