When Old Man Zheng saw those three words, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Old Man Gu was stunned for a moment, completely uncontrollable: "Hahahaha......"

Old Man Gu held the genuine Baishou Picture in his hand, and sat on the Taishi chair with his eyebrows fluttering: "Who let you not have a firm demand just now, is this a suspicion of my little great-grandson?" Deserve! ”

Old Man Zheng held the Baifu picture presented by Xiao Ping'an's hands, not laughing, nor crying.

"Gonggong Zheng doesn't want it, give that baby to someone else."

"Yes!"

Old Man Zheng gritted his teeth, regretting that he was not resolute enough, and now the child holds a grudge, but he can't be angry.

Such a prodigy, where is Old Man Zheng willing to be angry with him, he just can't wait to take him home as his own little grandson!

Old man Zheng said: "The last time I saw such a stylish Mobao, it was still a few decades ago, it was a real Baifu map, that atmospheric, chic and majestic stroke, Lao Yu has never forgotten it, but also after seeing the Baifu map, Lao Yu firmly decided to learn calligraphy, but it is a pity that the old gentleman who can write such a good hand, should have passed away." ”

Old Man Jing said: "Lao Zheng, are you talking about the Hundred Blessings picture that someone gave to the old man of the Mo family fifty years ago when he was eighty years old?" ”

Old man Zheng said: "It's that one, now I can't see it anymore, I heard that after the old man of the Mo family died, that Baifu picture became a burial item, hey, why was it buried, it was a calligraphy treasure." ”

Old man Jing said: "I still don't know who that Baifu picture came from, I only know that it is also a junior of the Mo family, the Mo family is really talented, Tiancheng, do you know that it is the junior of the Mo family?" ”

Mo Tiancheng stood next to him and said, "Old man Jing, you asked me about this, I was only eight years old fifty years ago, and I really don't know." ”

Old Man Jing said regretfully: "Also, which uncle should be you." ”

Mo Tiancheng smiled and said nothing.

Old Man Jing learned the lesson of Old Man Zheng and deliberately tested Xiao Ping'an.

"Little baby, your grandfather Jing Tai wants a word, it is best to be able to reveal a broad spiritual quality between the lines, cultivate both inside and outside the moral aspect, and shape our broad, generous, and pragmatic moral soul and spiritual outlook, can you think of what words to send to meet the demands of old decay?"

Xiao Ping'an pursed his lips and thought for a while: "This baby has thought of it." ”

Fleshy little hands, hold the brush steadily, wave your big hand, and the majestic four words: Virtue!

"Good!" As soon as Xiao Ping'an was written, Old Man Gu praised him again and again!

Then, he said to the old man Jing in a special show-off: "Old Jing, are you satisfied with these four words?" ”

Old Man Jing's answer didn't need words at all, and before the ink was dry, he couldn't wait to grab it and collect it, and then kept praising it.

Old Man Jing was also whimsical: "Tiancheng, why was this little baby adopted by your family, are the adoption procedures all completed?" ”

If not, Old Man Jing wants to call the younger generations in the family now, hurry up and grab it!

Whoever grabs it is whoever's house!

Mo Tiancheng: "......"

Old Man Jing said, and glanced at Old Man Gu's picture of 100 longevity, and hung the curtain three feet: "Old Gu, do you sell that picture of 100 longevity?" ”

How could Old Man Gu sell the filial piety of his little great-grandson, and snorted: "Isn't this nonsense you are asking?" ”

[Add more to ask for recommendation votes, guess whose Mobao is the Baifu picture fifty years ago? ] 】