Under the attention of everyone's envious, jealous and hateful eyes, Song Yuanbao finally restrained himself.

Said mysteriously: "But as far as I know, my mother doesn't have a master!" In the past, when we were poor, my mother taught me to write on the ground, but at that time the writing was not so beautiful! ”

The more Song Yuanbao talked, the more off-topic, and Yinzi had to pull him again and remind him not to reveal too much.

Fortunately, Song Yuanbao quickly returned to the topic, wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "Uncles and uncles, as well as grandfathers, in fact, my mother is very talented, but my mother said that the world gives women too many constraints, and it is virtue to require women to be talentless, so she can only hide this interest in her heart and don't want to be known."

As for doing business, it is also forced to be helpless!

If it weren't for the hard work of his mother, Yuan Bao would have starved to death, and who would sympathize with the two white bones?

However, Yuanbao has been working very hard to save the dowry silver for his mother, if his mother can't marry a good man who can understand her, and when Yuanbao grows up, he will be filial to his mother and support his mother, and then his mother will not be able to read and write with peace of mind. ”

Song Yuanbao's words turned Song Yao into a strange woman with maternal love, and she was also a talented woman with poetry and books.

For a while, everyone present couldn't help but feel something, and they all thought that Song Yao could create a thin gold body, which was clearly from the oppression of life, so that a weak woman could be persevering between the lines.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost created, Song Yuanbao took out a nursery rhyme from his arms and sat cross-legged on the table.

Pretending to be old-fashioned, he said: "This is a nursery rhyme that my mother specially wrote for me, and I can't buy it with any amount of silver, and my mother sang it to me when I was young, although there are many words I can't write, but I can memorize it." ”

In the end, Song Yuanbao sold the nursery rhyme in his hand at a high price, and he was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry, which scared the son who spent a lot of money to buy it, and ran away with the book in his hand.

As for Song Yuanbao, after the crowd dispersed, he came to the shopkeeper and handed over a hundred taels of silver ticket very arrogantly.

"Thank you for the help of the shopkeeper grandfather these days, I can't sell words anymore in the recent period, otherwise my mother will find out that my little fart is going to suffer, this bit of silver invites grandpa to tea." Song Yuanbao followed Song Yao and learned these unspoken rules.

"Every time the little boy comes, he brings popularity to my antique shop and business, and we are mutually beneficial."

The shopkeeper pushed it away, and did not accept Song Yuanbao's silver, but squinted his eyes and smiled: "If the little boy really wants to thank me, it is better to bring a pair of calligraphy and paintings of your mother, the price is negotiable." ”

"Well, this ......" Song Yuanbao stretched out the end of the note, and said with an embarrassed face: "My mother is very busy, writing a book for me is her way of practicing calligraphy, and it is difficult to find a word, let alone calligraphy and painting." ”

"Didn't your mother teach you how to draw?" The shopkeeper asked.

"Paint."

Song Yuanbao pointed to his schoolbag and the silver schoolbag and said: "These are all designed by my mother, and my mother said that this is called a cartoon, which makes people happy to see it."

My mother said that I was too young to be constrained by the paintings that had become a set of rules, and that if I wanted to paint, I should paint what I thought in my heart and be different.

I've only seen my mother help people make up a painting, and the uncle said that my mother has only a few strokes, and it has the effect of putting the finishing touch, but I don't understand, and I don't know if my mother's painting is good or bad. ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he was obviously very interested in Song Yao's paintings.

He walked to the counter, took out a brocade box, and carefully placed it on the counter.

"Little boy, this is the treasure of our store, and even ten thousand gold can't ask for it. As far as I know, Hongyan can only make three pieces a year, two of which are to be paid tribute to the palace, and the remaining piece is rushed by major writers, and it is difficult to ask for it. I see that the little boy is talented and intelligent, and he must have great achievements in the future, if he can get this piece of Hongyan, will he not be able to invite a famous teacher? The meaning of the shopkeeper looked at Song Yuanbao very deeply.

"Grandpa, the way you laugh is like the fox described by my mother, it's so scary to look at!"

Song Yuanbao patted his chest, took a step back and said, "Let's talk about your conditions first, if this inkstone is really that valuable, your conditions must be difficult to achieve." Besides, I don't know if what you said is true or not, what if you do a loss-making business. ”

The old face of the shopkeeper turned red, and a child saw through his thoughts, he really went back more and more, and the errand of the shopkeeper should be given to the young man.

However, the shopkeeper's perennial business, he has a thick face on the wall, and said with a smile: "Although this little boy can rest assured, I dare to use the signboard of this old store as a guarantee, and my words are absolutely not half a fraud." As for my conditions, I just want to ask for a pair of your mother's ink treasure, and the little boy can find an opportunity to discuss it with your mother, and I bet your mother will definitely accept it. ”

Song Yuanbao looked at the inkstone, except that the brocade box was very luxurious, and there were several gems inlaid on it, so he really couldn't see anything strange about the inkstone.

However, Song Yuanbao took the shopkeeper's words to heart, and the good inkstone was the most suitable for his mother, and it was a waste to use it for apprenticeship.

"I'll pass on your words when I get a chance, but I also have to explain to my mother why I met the shopkeeper's grandfather, how can I say that?" Song Yuanbao scratched his head, so it was a difficult way.

Looking at Song Yuanbao's big eyes looking around the store, and finally settled on a piece of black jade hairpin, the shopkeeper understood what he meant, and secretly said that this future little master is a knowledgeable person, and he was still found in such a hidden place.

The shopkeeper stepped up to fetch the black jade hairpin, handed it to Song Yuanbao and said, "If the little boy leaves a pair of ink treasures, this black jade hairpin will be the little boy's." I believe that your mother will also be moved by your filial piety, and maybe she will agree to your request. ”

Song Yuanbao thought about it, his words were just beginners, and he didn't have the demeanor of a thin gold body at all, and it was estimated that no one would sell it, so he nodded and responded.

Because he didn't know how to write a lot, Song Yuanbao silently wrote a nursery rhyme, which was one of the nursery rhymes he had just sold.

With Song Yuanbao's age, his handwriting is very outstanding, and he can faintly see the style of the thin gold body, but if he wants to reach the realm of Song Yao, or surpass Song Yao's handwriting, it will take more than ten years.

After the silver and goods were lost, Song Yuanbao happily returned home with a black jade hairpin, and did not forget to buy two snacks on the way, as well as some small snacks that Song Yao loved to eat.

Today he made a lot of money, and Song Yuanbao was willing to spend a little money, otherwise he would feel very guilty.