"This brother, thirty taels of silver, you take it."

When Chu Feng walked out again, he held a small cloth bag in his hand and handed it to the down-and-out scholar with a smile.

The scholar waited for a long time, thinking that this business was a dead end, so he even rewrapped the book, and was only ready to leave after a while. Who knew that Chu Feng actually handed thirty taels of silver to him.

"Three, thirty-two?" The scholar was a little stunned, not understanding what was happening.

"Well, thirty taels." Chu Feng said with a smile, "Twenty taels is the bottom line of Brother Tai, which means that Brother Tai actually needs more money than twenty taels." This money is not for the book, I lent it to my brother, but there is one condition......"

"On what terms?" The scholar felt like he was in a cloud, completely unaware of what was happening in front of him.

Chu Feng rubbed his hands, his heart was uneasy, and he said with a little excitement: "Can you lend me that book for ten days?" Ten days is fine, and it will be returned after ten days. As for the thirty taels of silver, it's not too late for Brother Tai to have spare money. ”

The scholar was a little stupid for a while, dumbfounded.

Chu Feng said with a smile: "Brother Tai, please rest assured, it's not a joke." If you put yourself in their shoes, if you weren't desperate, no one would have sold such a precious thing. For others, this codex may be just a calligraphy, but for their own family, the meaning is much greater. Since Brother Tai was in urgent need of money, he took it first. To tell you the truth, I really love this book, borrow me to copy and enjoy it for a few days, and it will be regarded as interest on borrowing money! Ha ha! ”

"You ......" The scholar slowly came back to his senses, looking at Chu Feng with complicated eyes, "Aren't you afraid that I will leave with this money and never return it to you?" What if I retrieve this codex ten days later and go away with thirty taels of silver? How are you staying? In the vast sea of people, where do you go to find me? ”

"That's it." Chu Feng smiled slightly, "Thirty taels of silver to borrow Mr. Dongpo's book for ten days is also a worthwhile thing for me. ”

Just kidding, after a thousand years, Su Shi's books are all national treasures, and it is impossible to lend them to individuals for hundreds of millions of countries. Compared with the current thirty taels of silver, it is too cheap.

Of course, this is the worst-case scenario. To tell the truth, Chu Feng didn't believe that the scholar scribe in front of him, who was embarrassed to even eat a few pieces of pastry, would make such a shameless move.

To put it bluntly, one is that Chu Feng believes in him, and the other is that Chu Feng can afford thirty taels of silver.

In this case, it is better to be elegant.

The scholar sighed in his heart, so far, he has encountered people who tend to be inflammatory, seek advantages and avoid harm, but he didn't expect that the only person he came into contact with was a young boy who was less than a weak crown.

"Little brother, do you have pen and ink here? I'll leave an IOU! The scholar sighed, and even his name for Chu Feng changed.

Chu Feng shook his head and smiled: "No need, why stick to such mundane things." ”

When the scholar heard this, he became more and more in a trance, and he felt that he was not dizzy from hunger, or that he had a beautiful dream.

Looking up and down, the scholar only felt that the clothes and hats on this child were not luxurious, although he was handsome and handsome, but after all, he was a child of an ordinary family. Also, if it is really the son of Langjun from a big family, how can he be a guest in such a place?

For this young man, thirty taels of silver is probably his salary for a few months!

But such a young man even lent out the money without even blinking an eye, and he didn't even want an IOU!

The scholar felt inexplicable in his heart.

Arching his hand at the young man, the scholar said: "Little brother Meng tastes the wind, I Liu Zhengqing has written down this kindness!" Thank you for your kindness, say goodbye first, and see you in the future! ”

After that, he didn't do much of the gesture of gratitude, turned around and left, quite freely.

Seeing this, Chu Feng felt more and more that this person was interesting, and it would naturally be a good thing if he could make friends, so he smiled slightly.

"What will you do if he doesn't pay back?"

Mr. Wen Duan had been curiously hiding behind the curtain to listen, and then he lifted the curtain and walked out and asked curiously.

Chu Feng bowed slightly at Mr. Wen Duan, and said with a smile: "Then the kid will pay it back slowly, if you have worked here for ten or twenty years, you can always pay it back!" ”

Lu Wenduan laughed when he heard this.

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With Su Shi's "Beijing Wine Post" in hand, Chu Feng was already itching, begging Brother Zhang to watch the store in front, and holding it with both hands like a fairy, he returned to the inner courtyard room and enjoyed it beautifully.

Lu Wenduan had seen a few authentic works of Su Dongpo, and at this time he helped to identify them, and he also felt that there was a great possibility that this one was genuine. It's just a pity that it's not framed, and if it's left to be dilapidated like this, I'm afraid it won't last long and it will be damaged, which is a pity.

It's just that Chu Feng and Lu Wenduan can't frame it, and this thing doesn't belong to the two of them after all, so they can only let it go and discuss it later.

Chu Feng and Lu Wenduan, the old and the young, are rare to see such a good book, and the two of them came together to enjoy the game as if they were stunned, and even Lao Zhang called the two of them to eat as if they had never heard of it.

Lao Zhang looked by the door, only to see these two heads together, a pulsatilla and a young man, which was really funny. Then go around to the side and look, the eyes of the two people staring at the book, there is a wolf-like light, which is even more funny, so that Lao Zhang can't hold back his laughter, and he can't help but choke and cough.

"Alang! Chu Langjun! Look no further! This bookpost is here, I can't run away! If you don't eat it again, the daylily will be really cold! ”

Lao Zhang said with a smile......

On the second day after getting the "Beijing Wine Post", Chu Feng began to copy.

Su Shi's characters are notoriously strong and vigorous, and they cannot be written with thin and soft sheep's hair, but should be written with wolf hair. , that is, the kind of brush mixed with sheep hair and wolf hair, is commonly used in later generations, and the proportion can be adjusted by itself, so there are many sayings.

Chu Feng is just to practice calligraphy, not to imitate and cheat, there is no need to dwell on such trivial things. Because it is a handwritten book, the font is not large, so Chu Feng chose a three-inch wolf's hair, spread out the paper, and made a paperweight, and copied it carefully.

Copying this kind of thing, learning the form at the beginning, and learning the god later. It is a very difficult and complicated process to gradually train from resemblance to resemblance.

Chinese like to say "divine soul", everything has aura, and the same is true of calligraphy and painting. This is not something that is pretentious, when people have different mentalities and moods, even a small difference will cause a huge difference in the body. A truly good calligraphy and painting is a combination of time, place, and people. Even if it is a great calligrapher such as Wang Xizhi and Su Dongpo, not every word written is a masterpiece. Of course, there is no problem with their techniques, the so-called difference is only in the state of mind. This state of mind, from the perspective of others, is the "divine soul".

It's like the world's first book "Lanting Collection Preface". It is said that after Wang Xizhi returned home from the Lanting Collection, he also rewrote the full text of the "Lanting Collection Preface" many times, but after all, he could not reproduce the handwriting at that time, let alone surpass it. The so-called time, place, and people can be seen from this.

Of course, a simple copy doesn't require that much preparation. When there are conditions, use good pens and ink, and when there are no conditions, use your heart, eyes, and hands, and that's it.

Chu Feng is quite obsessed with calligraphy and painting, which was the case when he used to learn painting, and now he has copied the "Beijing Wine Post".

So after five or six days, in addition to eating, sleeping, and two exchanges and five poultry plays in the morning and evening, Chu Feng was on the spot, and even when he greeted guests, he seemed a little absent-minded, and when he talked to others, he seemed to be out of his body.

Mr. Wen Duan looked funny, admiring, and worried. He has also studied it several times in the past few days, but he has only tasted it at a superficial level, and he does not delve into the way of calligraphy, but thinks about how to use the style and bones in this calligraphy in his heart.

Mr. Wen Duan is well aware of his talent for calligraphy, so he does not force it. But his lack of talent doesn't mean that he can't read or look, he has seen it for a few days, and he only feels that although Chu Feng is just a simple practice, the entry on the book path is a thousand miles a day, and it makes people tremble.

Chu Feng ate and slept in a daze, doing other things like a wandering spirit, and only the moment he picked up the pen, his pair of inky black eyes would regain their vigor and be in good spirits.

Of course, Chu Feng is not the kind of person who works behind closed doors. Occasionally, when he encounters some "difficulties and obstacles", where he can't figure it out, he will also take the initiative to consult Lu Wenduan.

After all, the old gentleman was older and more experienced, and he was often able to put forward some novel ideas from the perspective of engraving, which benefited Chu Feng a lot. As the saying goes, there must be my teacher in a threesome, and Chu Feng is very grateful for the advice of Mr. Wenduan, a teacher.

In this way, on the sixth day, when the sun was on the third pole, Chu Feng suddenly noticed something, and his heart was shocked, and the pen in his hand fell directly to the ground.

Mr. Wen Duan was polishing the carving knife next to him at this time, and he was also shocked, and when he turned his head and saw Chu Feng's face slightly pale, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Chu Feng blinked, a little disbelieving.

He carefully picked up the "Beijing Wine Post" in front of him, looked carefully at the sun, and his face became more and more solemn.

"What the hell is going on?" Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Mr. Wen Duan frowned and stood up.

"Sir, look," Chu Feng pursed his lips and showed Lu Wenduan the "Beijing Wine Post" to the light, "Is this book post being uncovered by someone?" ”

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There is a delay today, and it is late, sorry, sorry