Chapter Fifty-Eight: Strange Stones and Bamboo Diagrams

Lin Shixiu was driven to the shelves, and finally agreed to participate in this year's county exam. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, the conundrum came. The old lady Wang frowned and said, "However, I want two people to go to the county together." What can I do with this entanglement? ”

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, there was silence at the dinner table.

The county is no better than the countryside, food, clothing, housing, and all expenses are more expensive than at home. This is for the Lin family, who is already living a tight life. Undoubtedly a big expense.

There was silence for a while. Old Man Lin stood up silently and walked out of the room under the puzzled gaze of everyone.

After a while, Old Man Lin came back with an indifferent expression, and after sitting down, he raised his hand and put it on the table, and some scattered silver appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"I have ten taels of silver here, which is not much, but I can fill some of it. You can make up the rest yourself. If it's really not enough, it can only be the second child and the polyphony, and you can save a little on the road. There is no harm in reading people to endure hardships, and you should understand this truth if you do not endure hardships and hardships to become masters. ”

These ten taels of silver were originally the examination fees prepared by Mr. Lin for his youngest son, Lin Shiwen, many years ago. I haven't been willing to use it all the time, and now, I can't do it, so I can only take it out.

Yang thought for a while, nodded and said, "Well, we have saved five taels of silver here, which can be used." With that, Yang subconsciously turned his head to look at Xu.

Lin Shixiu and his wife have nothing to do all day and eat idle meals, so naturally they have no source of money. However, everyone in the Lin family knew that the Xu family had two taels of silver in their hands, which was the money they had to give Lin Dezhong to learn before.

"I have two taels of silver there." Being glanced at by Yang inadvertently, Xu became uncomfortable. She peeked to the side and said reluctantly.

"So that's seventeen taels? Probably enough! The old lady Wang folded her fingers and counted and calculated, and asked Old Man Lin tentatively.

Old Man Lin pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "Well, it shouldn't be that you will sleep on the streets." ”

Solved the problem of money. The old lady Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and there was no need for her to bleed anymore.

After dinner, Lin Fusheng was just about to go back to the house, but was chased by Lin Dezhong from behind.

"Second brother, don't go back to the house!"

"Well, why don't you go back to the house so late?" Lin Fusheng was stunned, retracted his steps, and turned around to ask.

"You forgot, aren't you going to help me write?"

Lin Fusheng slapped his head, did he really forget?

He looked up at the sky, and by this time the sun was already setting in the west, and it was time to hold the lamp. Rural families, who is willing to use lamps, this luxury, of course, is to live a life of sunrise and sunset. So he said, "It's so late, let's talk about it tomorrow!" ”

Lin Dezhong slapped his thigh, and said with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "Can the matter of making money be delayed?" It's too early or too late! Besides, I'll give you half of the money I earned, and you and my father go to the county, won't you be able to live better? ”

Hearing this, Lin Fusheng was stunned. This is true.

But is it really worth selling your jerky calligraphy?

"Can you really sell it for money?"

"If you can't sell it for money, next time, if you don't write it to me, won't you?" Lin Dezhong was very confident in this, patted his chest and said, "You can write better, just try to imitate our grandfather's handwriting." ”

Lin Fusheng's words were originally taught by the old man, although he had the foundation of his previous life, but after coming to ancient times, he knew that those were just the foundation. Therefore, imitating the old man's words is simply a piece of cake.

Lin Fusheng thought about it, the corners of his mouth curled, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay for me to write, but not five or five points." ”

"Ahh Lin Dezhong looked surprised and asked, "Then how much do you want!" Four-six? ”

Lin Fusheng was silent.

"Sanqi?" Lindezhong's pitch was raised an octave.

There was still silence.

"Twenty-eight? No way! Lin Dezhong shouted almost in a roaring voice.

Looking at Lin Dezhong's distorted facial features, Lin Fusheng sneered and said, "Forget it, then three or seven points!" ”

Hearing this, Lin Dezhong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sanqi is a little little, so you can write me a few more." Turning around, I'll follow your father to the town and try it. Let's see if I can meet a few fools, hehehehe......" Lin Demei was pleasant, with an elevation angle of forty-five degrees, squinting his eyes, and smiling like a fool.

"I have one condition, though." Lin Fusheng was laughing, and suddenly said lightly.

"Hey......, uh, huh?" Lin Dezhong's laughter stopped abruptly, and the flesh on his face twitched, "Huh? ”

"If you want as many pairs of words as you want, you'll have to get me double the amount of paper."

"Huh? Do you want paper? ”

"There's no paper, I wrote it on the ground, and you can't take it away."

Lin Dezhong actually has some money hidden on his body, which is enough to buy paper. However, when I thought that it was originally a business without capital, but now, I also had to invest the capital, and I couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and I shrank and said: "That's ......, eh, isn't there a ...... in grandpa's room?"

Before Lin Dezhong finished speaking, Lin Fusheng tilted his head to the side and said firmly: "Grandpa's paper, even he is reluctant to use it." You took An'er and Zhu'er to your grandfather's room before, and you have already ruined a lot of rice paper. So, the paper in the grandfather's room can no longer be moved. ”

Seeing Lin Fusheng talking, he looked a little angry, Lin Dezhong laughed twice and said, "Okay, I'll buy you paper." However, it's a pity that I can't write it today. ”

"It's the same with writing tomorrow, and there's no rush to make money. As the saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. With that, Lin Fusheng turned around and went back to the house.

Lin Dezhong looked at Lin Fusheng's back, pouted dissatisfiedly, and muttered to himself: "I love to eat cold tofu!" You have to take care of it! ”

The next day, Lin Fusheng went to chat with Mr. Lin early in the morning.

The old man gave him silent writing and taught him to write since he was a child. Strictly speaking, he is Lin Fusheng's real enlightenment teacher.

This crazy old man, who is also a relative, a friend, and a teacher, and doesn't like to talk much, definitely has considerable weight in Lin Fusheng's heart.

As long as he is at home, it is already a habit to go to the old man's room in the morning to ask for peace and talk with him. Old Man Lin was also very happy about this, especially when he was crazy and stupid and didn't recognize people, the only person to see was Lin Fusheng.

"Grandpa, it's early." As soon as he entered the room, Lin Fusheng greeted the old man Lin who was leaning over the table to practice calligraphy.

"The polyphony is coming!" Smelling the voice of his favorite grandson, Old Man Lin didn't get up, but responded with a smile, still bowing his head, and luckily with the brush in his hand. After a while, Fang Cai straightened his waist, turned his head and said with a smile: "Come on, look at Grandpa's painting, how is the painting?" ”

Draw? "Grandpa, can you still draw?" Lin Fusheng was greatly surprised by this.

Old Man Lin smiled and said, "Ha, it's just waste utilization." ”

Hearing what the old man said, Lin Fusheng became even more curious, and jumped on the table to look down. What the old man painted was a picture of strange stones and bamboos in all ink colors.

Hey? The trajectory and outline of this painting, how to look at ......, so peculiar, and somewhat familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.