At the beginning of the serious illness, Qingyu walked slowly in the bazaar, did not go out for a long time to see what is eye-catching, stopped to look at the mountains in the distance and stopped to look at the green pines in the near distance, and Qingyu decided to find a copy of the book to write the words, so pay special attention to the bookstore's hired people to inform.

After walking several houses, I had no intention of hiring people, so I had to continue to look for them, but I was not discouraged, because I didn't go far until now, I came across several bookstores, Qingyu leaned on a pillar on the side of the road and rested for a while, and then continued to work in the market. It didn't take long for Qingyu to see a huge bookstore, where there was an endless stream of people coming in and out. On a wooden board outside his door, it is clearly written that a scribe is hired, and the monthly salary is in charge of food and shelter.

Qingyu stood at the door and saw this notice, and his excitement was overflowing, thinking that he could finally get an errand and didn't have to rely on Uncle Liu all the time. Qingyu entered the library and looked around cautiously, it was full of books, as if entering the "Shaolin Temple" Scripture Pavilion.

At this time, a group of people came over and said to Qingyu: "Son, are you here to ask for books or words?" "Oh, no. I'm here to apply. Qingyu said and pointed to the wooden board at the door, "Oh, Childe, wait a while, I'll call the hall owner out." The man turned and went into the house.

"The owner of the pavilion is this son who came to apply." There was an old man standing behind the guy, and the old man looked at Qingyu's face and nodded, saying, "It's good to look white and clean, and you can know my requirements when you come to apply for the next child." "I don't know what the old gentleman wants when I first apply." Qingyu asked politely.

The old man said: "My request is quite simple, this is the noodle edge. Qingyu asked curiously, "Round?" What is the face round? The old man smiled and said, "Face edge, that is, one side." I am particular about the faces of the applicants, not for those with thin faces, not for fat faces, not for those with small eyes, and not for those with thin lips. Hearing these requests, Qingyu thought to himself, whether this is to hire someone or choose a son-in-law for the employer.

After the old man finished saying this, he said to Qingyu with a smile on his face: "I have talked to you so much, and this side of the fate can be regarded as a recruitment." But the next thing that is difficult is your true ability, many people have passed the edge but have fallen behind this level. The old man pointed to the books in the room and said, "You can pick one of these books, choose one of them, and transcribe it completely in the hour of a pillar of incense in the words you are best at." After copying, let someone come to me. ”

The old man turned around and went back to the inner room, and the servant led Qingyu to the table and said, "Childe, you are writing here." You go and choose the book you want to use first, and when you're ready, you will plant incense and time it. ”

"I'm tired." Qingyu said that he came to the shelves full of books, picked up a book casually, and returned to the table and sat down. Qingyu said to the subordinates of the library: "I bother you to burn incense and count the next hour." Qingyu picked up the brush and dipped it in some ink, and took a deep breath.

"Childe, I'm burning incense." After the next person finished speaking, he took out the fire fold and lit the incense, Qingyu also began to write on the paper one by one, some of the skills he had when he was young have not been completely forgotten now, and he can still vaguely find the feeling he had before. Qingyu wrote several lines on the paper.

A pillar of incense came in an instant, Qingyu stopped the brush in his hand at the moment when the fragrance burned to the end, looking at the delicate and mellow handwriting on the paper, Qingyu couldn't help but feel a little excited and emotional, I can't imagine how many years later, I can still write this pair of words, it is really a little unexpected.

The guy standing on the side couldn't help but applaud: "Childe is really good at writing, Childe, I'll go and call the hall owner for you later." The owner of the hall was invited by the guy to sit down at the desk, Qingyu picked up the copied paper and handed it to the old man, the old man was overjoyed at first when he took the words written by Qingyu, and nodded in appreciation. When I saw the second part, my brows were slightly furrowed, and I made a pity of "squeak, squeak" from time to time.

After reading it, the old man put the paper on the table and said to Qingyu: "The article you chose has a characteristic, that is, the words in the beginning of the text are simple and easy to write, and the more you write the words later, the more complicated and difficult it is to write, which is a great test of a person's pen skills." ”

The old man picked up the words copied by Qingyu from the table again and said: "Let's take a look at the words you wrote, at the beginning of the delicate, upright and round like sand scratches is a good beginning, to the second part of your words to write, lift, put down the pen a little hesitant, a little rusty. With more diligent practice, you can overcome these shortcomings. ”

Hearing this, Qingyu was a little disappointed, and the old man pointed out the shortcomings in his handwriting, obviously because he didn't want to hire himself. When he got up and was about to leave, the old man said, "Although your handwriting is a little insufficient, you can still help me make some instructions." However, there are only two taels of monthly salaries, and I don't know if you want to eat and live in the library. Qingyu was so happy when he heard that he had picked up a treasure, and said to the old man in a continuous voice: "I am willing." ”

The old man listened to Qingyu's repeated words and said that he was willing, and smiled kindly: "It's okay if you are willing, you go in here first and I'll make a note later." Qingyu said: "Don't rush, don't rush, just take your time." The old man got up and went into the house.

"Childe, you must have only been in the capital for a long time, right?" The guy next to him asked Qingyu, and Qingyu nodded and said, "Well, yes." It didn't take long to come to the capital. The guy said, "Oh, no wonder. ”

Qingyu asked, "Little brother, why do you feel so emotional?" The man said, "You also saw the harsh and unusual conditions of our hall owner's hiring just now. Qingyu whispered: "It's a little, but it's all over." ”

Qingyu laughed.

The man then said to Qingyu: "Our pavilion owner hires people unreasonably so that many people don't look down on him, and in the long run, the scholars in the capital don't come here to find something to do, and everyone knows that there is a strange employer here." It's really remarkable that you can be seen by the owner. Listening to the guy's praise, Qingyu said embarrassedly: "Where is it, I'm just a fluke." "Come, come" The old man came to Qingyu's side with a smile in his hand, "This is the note I wrote, you can take it and take a look." The old man handed the written note to Qingyu.

Qingyu held the note and read softly: "Today, there is a ...... of Wanfeng Liang of the people of the capital."

Qingyu buried himself in reading the note, and an old man came in at the door. When the pavilion owner saw it, he greeted him with a smile and said, "Brother Wu, you haven't been here for me for a while." It really makes the old man miss each other tightly. The old man, who was called Brother Wu by the owner of the pavilion, said: "There has been something wrong with the family recently, and I am anxious and miserable. "Let's sit down." The owner of the hall invited the old man to sit down, Qingyu sat on the stool to read the notes, and the two sat around the table.