In the early spring morning, the shadow of the sun is born, spilling obliquely through the window lattice, forming a deep and shallow patch on the ground.

A few pieces of sunlight were sprinkled on the placket of the guests' clothes, showing a few patches that were not obvious, but the old and the new could be seen in the end.

The scholar was wearing a coarse navy blue shirt and an ordinary belt with no pattern tied around his waist, and he sat there with a frown, his face was vegetable.

Chu Feng learned to paint when he was a teenager, and he often forgot the time while painting, occasionally getting up in the morning to paint, and then raising his eyes to reach twilight, which is also a common thing. Without his relatives by his side to pick up and take care of him, he naturally forgot to eat, so starvation is a common thing, but it is not because of poverty.

Therefore, Chu Feng knew what it was like to be hungry. Every time he was hungry, before rushing out to buy food, Chu Feng would pour a stomach of water, and then tighten his belt before setting off.

When he saw this down-and-out scholar for the first time, Chu Feng found that the other party was tightly tied with his belt, although the leather and cloth belt were different materials, but the effect was the same, and there was no difference for thousands of years. Coupled with the scholar's pale face with a slight iron blue, Chu Feng saw the other party's embarrassment at a glance, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked Brother Zhang to bring out the refreshments.

Lao Zhang is a person from a poor family, he has always been frugal, these tea and snacks, he usually thinks it is valuable, and he refuses to eat it easily. It's just that Mr. Wen Duan is free and easy by nature, and he can't help but think of things, and he gave an order to let him entertain refreshments at will, although Lao Zhang is distressed, he can't help but obey the order.

But distress is distress after all, at this time, Lao Zhang brought two small plates of refreshments, and couldn't help but glance at Chu Feng with a deep frown, thinking in his heart: This one is selling words, and he can't make his money, so why do you have to send food? That's a lot of money!

Chu Feng felt Lao Zhang's gaze, smiled at him, and made a reassuring gesture.

After Lao Zhang came into contact with him in the past few days, he had long felt that although Chu Langjun was not very old, he was very measured in doing things, and when he saw him like this, he felt a lot more relieved and quietly retreated.

The scholar on the other side looked at the two plates of refreshments in front of him, and the feeling of being empty in his stomach was already unbearable, but at this time, he was afraid of his face, and did not do it directly, but only took a sip of tea first.

Chu Feng understood the other party's thoughts about the good face of such a literati, and at this time, he got up delicately, and smiled at the scholar: "Brother, please wait a moment, I suddenly remembered something to order." ”

After that, he called the words "Brother Zhang" on his lips, and opened the curtain and walked to the inner room.

The down-and-out scholar was a little surprised, but he didn't feel suspicious, he just looked around, thinking that this acquaintance actually left himself here, so he wasn't afraid that he would steal something and run away?

Outside, there was a faint sound of bustle along the street, mixed with the cries of "pancakes" and "barilla soup", which made his hunger even more unbearable.

The eyes seemed to be glued to the two plates of snacks in front of them, and saliva flowed between the lips and tongue uncontrollably. The scholar thought about it again and again, and finally reached out and took a piece of osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth.

After one piece, he couldn't help but eat the second piece, and the scholar ate tea and snacks at the same time, although Sven had some wind and clouds, and he ate half of the snacks in front of him in a short time.

Lao Zhang looked behind the curtain, regretted in his heart, and sighed repeatedly.

Chu Feng looked amused, and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhang, don't feel distressed, I think this person may not have eaten a full meal for a few days, even if we help the poor, we will accumulate virtue for Mr. Wenduan." ”

Lao Zhang himself is also a person who has been hungry and cold, so he naturally understands the discomfort, and at this time he nodded and said, "Chu Langjun is really a good person!" It's just that this scholar's face is really too thin, and he is willing to eat only if Chu Langjun comes up with such an idea and avoids it. We gave him food in the open, and it was incomprehensible why he ate it as if he was stealing. ”

Chu Feng explained with a smile: "Not being eaten by the mouth, this is the style of a literati." ”

Chu Feng thought in his heart, I don't know how many people in the future generations remained......

Seeing that the scholar's hunger was slightly relieved, and he stopped eating and drinking, Chu Feng pretended to be light and walked out, and he didn't forget to say: "I'm really sorry for delaying my brother's time, it's rude." ”

The scholar's face was slightly red, and he hurriedly said, "Where, where." ”

Chu Feng deliberately didn't look at the tea case, and only walked to a table next to him that was specially used to display calligraphy and paintings, and said as he walked: "Brother Tai is going to sell Su Dongpo's codex?" If you don't mind, can you take it out and open your eyes? ”

As a person who sells words, of course, he will not have any excuses about this kind of thing, not to mention that the mouth of eating others is short, and the scholar changed his arrogant attitude and got up and walked over.

The scholar first put down the cloth bag carefully, rubbed his hands on the clothes to clean his hands, and then carefully untied the cloth bag and slowly unfolded a folded thin piece of paper.

This is a handwritten letter sent by Mr. Dongpo to his father in his early years, and he didn't dare to frame it easily, but when he wanted to frame it in the future, he ...... We've always kept it as a family heirloom, and if it weren't for the fact that we're desperate now, I wouldn't have sold it. When the scholar said the middle, he was heartbroken.

Chu Feng's heart was beating wildly when the scholar opened the cloth bag, and at this time, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and he was so nervous that he was holding his breath.

It was a dark yellow piece of paper, with some torn corners at the corners, but it didn't affect the handwriting itself when it was fully unfolded.

Because it is a letter, there are not many words on the paper, only it is written: A pot of Beijing wine is delivered, and Meng Jian will be better in the near future. Brother Shishang Daoyuan, 14th.

Twenty-one words.

Su Shi's words are the best in ancient and modern times, and calligraphy is also the best for thousands of years. His "Cold Food Post" is known as the third book in the world, and it will be treasured in the National Palace Museum in Taipei for later generations.

Su Shi lived in a very close era to Xuanhe, but interestingly, Su Shi's calligraphy works were not included in the "Xuanhe Book Book".

Not included does not mean that it is bad, but because Su Shi was involved in the Wutai poetry case and political party disputes in his later years, even in the current Xuanhe years, the imperial court's evaluation of Su Shi is a little embarrassing, so he has to avoid mentioning it and keep it secret.

It's just that the court is the court, and the people are the people. "When will there be a bright moon" is a phrase that all the people are familiar with, and Su Shi's calligraphy is naturally a category that needs to be treasured.

Chu Feng once studied "Cold Food Post", the whole poem of Cold Food Post is melancholy and desolate, cold rain and cold, although it is written "I also want to cry poor, and I can't afford to blow the ashes", but it still implies the Dongpo-style freedom and openness in the bones. The penmanship of the calligraphy is also like Su Dongpo's temperament, ups and downs, unrestrained, and a little hook implies a strong power, telling the story, not in a hurry, and it is natural.

Chu Feng is also a person who likes calligraphy, after all, since ancient times, calligraphy and painting have not been separated, and there is no reason to love painting and not love books. It's just that his talent is in Danqing, and his talent in calligraphy is not as good as Danqing, so he temporarily gave up calligraphy in order to take the exam, and he was originally going to work hard to make up for it in the future.

Now that he has come here in a daze, the exam is completely useless, and learning can be all based on interest, Chu Feng naturally will not give up Su Dongpo's book post easily.

Recalling the original "Cold Food Post", Chu Feng carefully looked at the handbook in front of him, and only felt that the charm and style of the bones did have traces to follow, the handwriting was chic and casual, free and uninhibited, and it was the true handwriting of Dongpo.

The scholar looked at Chu Feng's careful study of the book, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, and couldn't help asking, "Are there no other adults in your store besides you?" ”

"Huh? My lord? Chu Feng was still immersed in the handwriting, and the scholar's words did not pass through his brain.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, the scholar couldn't help but sigh slightly, worried about the price of his book. But on the other hand, the scholar felt that the young man in front of him was really interesting, and he didn't seem to be very old, but he could be immersed in this book in a moment, without any sense of impetuousness, which was really commendable.

If he had such a state of mind at his age, he wouldn't have been so depressed now!

As soon as he thought of this, the scholar flicked his placket and laughed at himself.

Chu Feng admired it for a long time, but he only felt that his heart moved with the pen, going back and forth four or five times, and he could hardly extricate himself.

It wasn't until he heard a clear cough in his ears that Chu Feng was startled and came back to his senses.

"Ahh I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Chu Feng was a little embarrassed, straightened up, took his eyes off the calligraphy, and said with a smile, "I can't confirm that this is the authentic work of Dongpo, but it is undoubtedly an excellent calligraphy." How much does Brother Tai want to sell for? ”

The scholar frowned deeply when he heard this, thoughtful, and seemed to want to leave.

Chu Feng said with a smile: "Brother Tai doesn't have to think too much, although the name of Dongpo is widely spread, but he has not been in office in Hangzhou for a long time, and the ink treasure left here is actually not too much, if you really go to the depth, in addition to Su Di's poems, I am afraid that there are very few people who have really seen Dongpo ink treasure." Even if I send it to other painting and calligraphy shops, I am afraid that the reply that Brother Tai got will not be too different from mine. I can't be entirely sure it's genuine, but I believe eight points is true. Brother, please give me an estimate first, if I think it's acceptable, then go to the owner to see, let him judge and taste it again. How does Brother Tai look? ”

The scholar thought about it carefully, paced left and right in the room with his hands in his hands, and after a while, he looked at Chu Feng's eyes and said firmly: "I need to tattoo twenty taels of silver, if it is lower than this number, it will definitely not work!" The Li family's calligraphy and painting shop took it to see it overnight, saying that it was going to be eighteen taels to take it, but I didn't agree! Twenty taels, must be twenty taels! ”

Chu Feng nodded when he heard this, and said, "Please wait a while, brother, and I'll go in and ask." ”

After that, Chu Feng raised his legs and entered the inner courtyard, and after finding Lu Wenduan, he asked respectfully: "Mr. Wenduan, if you can, can you borrow some money from the juniors?" The boy will definitely return it in the future. ”

"Oh." Lu Wenduan was waving ink, turning his back to Chu Feng and asking casually, "How much do you want to borrow?" ”

"Thirty taels of silver."

Lu Wenduan was slightly stunned, put down the pen and looked back at him: "What?" Urgent? ”

"Yes! I also hope that Mr. Wen Duan will agree. Chu Feng's eyes were bright, as if they were painted.

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This "Xuanhe" is really not fast to write, and I don't dare to write fast, for fear that if I ask for fast, I will lose my taste, so the update will be slower. I hope you will forgive me Haihan is a ~ bow and bow