Nie Xiaoqian came out of the Li family's ghost house, her ghost fluttering, and she carried the bamboo basket to the Wang family's Siyi Zhai without sticking.

Siyizhai's guy is also surnamed Wang, called Wang Xun, the cursive word Ling Feng, and the Wang family has been separated by I don't know how many generations, and it can barely be regarded as a little bit of kinship.

Wang Xun went to private school for two years, because he really lacked the talent to read, and his family background was not good, he did not continue to study at the age of 15.

He is diligent and honest, and literate, and in a few years, he has learned the ability to write and calculate, but he has undertaken most of the work of Siyizhai.

Old Master Wang is like an idol of clay sculpture in the temple, only sitting in the store, and there are few directors, that is, there are people who sell literature, so he will come forward.

After all, it's an old man who has been reading for decades and reading books for an old age, although the article is written in a way that even ghosts are too sour and unwilling to read, but there are still some visions.

Over the years, I have taken a fancy to a lot of good current texts and word books, which have helped Siyizhai make a lot of money.

It's just that because of the money he made, he became more and more self-proclaimed, obedient and stubborn, and he couldn't rub half a grain of sand in his eyes, and he couldn't tolerate the disobedience of others. Even Wang Xun is an old guy in the store, and he doesn't dare to speak loudly in front of him.

Wang Xun was busy dusting with a feather duster, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a soft shadow coming from the darkness, and couldn't help but look back. When Qianying's true face was presented under the lights, the plain spring plum blooming snow, as clean as the autumn chrysanthemum was frosted, made him stunned, and paused, so surprised that his mouth opened and couldn't close.

After Nie Xiaoqian entered the store, he saluted him slightly, and the feather duster in his hand fell to the ground with a snapping sound, only to wake up like a dream, remembering that this was his eldest lady's friend who was like a sister, and suddenly panicked.

I wanted to cover up this panic with laughter, but I didn't know that laughing was more ugly than crying, and I was at a loss, so I stumbled and rushed to the inside of the curtain.

Wang Xun rushed into the inner room and shouted at Wang Fuzhi: "Master, master, guest, there is a guest, there is a guest." ”

Old Master Wang was squinting his eyes in front of the lamp, reading intently, and when he heard the guy in the store call a few times, he felt that the noise was tight, and he waved his hand impatiently, and did not raise his head to say the word "sit", indicating that since he was a guest, he would find a seat to sit and wait for him to finish the book.

At such a time, those who can come to Siyizhai are all those who have written a few sour essays and come to sell articles.

The scholars who are mixed in with this share are not poor and big. This poor measure in the county seat of Guobei County is really like a carp crossing the river, countless, and you can't greet it if you want to, so you can let it have a seat in the store, and the old master Wang thinks that he is already very face-saving.

Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost who has already died once, although she can't smile often, but she is open-minded, through the curtain, seeing that the old master Wang is as quiet as a mountain inside, and he called the word "sit" without raising his head, and he didn't have any sense of anger that was underestimated, and he didn't secretly scold this old master in his heart for "being poor and bone-like, and Tian Sheweng's face".

She just put the bamboo basket aside, found a seat and sat down, quietly feeling the feeling of being comfortable in her body.

If it weren't for her tightly pinching the technique of the "Taiyin Refining Formation Method", she would almost not be able to detect this subtle transformation and condensation, which was too weak.

So far, she didn't know what it was, but she came out of the Li family's ghost house and walked this way, and the feeling of brushing her body seemed to be even stronger.

But he said that Wang Xun, the partner of Siyizhai, invited the old master Wang in the middle of the room, and came out ashamed.

Nie Xiaoqian felt that the image of pretending to be poor in the Jingchai cloth skirt last time was too misguided, so this time she changed her outfit, with a long comb in a cloud bun, green silk covering her forehead, and a gardenia-white silver mud skirt.

In Wang Xun's eyes, it was already too radiant, which made Siyizhai brighten up, so that he was so stimulated that he didn't even dare to raise his head, didn't dare to look at Nie Xiaoqian more, as if he was about to be blinded by one more look.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was immersed in trying to figure out what the subtle transformation and strengthening and condensing of his own yin soul was, but was almost nothing, naturally didn't notice the tiptoe of the guy in this bookstore, and he didn't dare to come out, for fear of alarming the Guanghan Fairy, and he shot a god-like cautious posture.

It was so loud that Si Yizhai was so quiet that it could be heard falling by the needle, and only the sound of the wind blowing in from outside could be heard.

Until the old master Wang, who was holding the book in both hands, moved, picked up the tea bowl with his free left hand and took a sip, because it was too cold, he still didn't raise his head and shouted to Wang Xun, who was busy outside.

"Tea."

Wang Xun hurriedly put down the feather duster in his hand that he didn't know when he picked it up, walked to the compartment and brought out a steaming teapot, went in and poured a bowl for Old Master Wang, came out, his eyes crossed Nie Xiaoqian's side, and suddenly rushed to the compartment like a whirlwind, washed and scalded a tea bowl, brought it out, and poured a bowl for her.

The whole process was so nervous that I forgot to say a kind word like "how much neglect", and quickly avoided it.

After a while, there was movement in the room again, and the old master Wang finally finished reading the pages, stroked a small handful of goatee on his chin, and walked out with a careful pace.

He didn't see Wang Xun outside the store, the wrinkles on his face were about to attack, and when he saw Nie Xiaoqian sitting still on the side, his brows furrowed, and he didn't like it, but he still cleared his throat and said two words: "Please take a seat." ”

Nie Xiaoqian's slightly lowered head was raised when she was pondering, and when she heard the behavior of the old master Wang, she was not happy or cramped, but stood up and gave a little blessing in the name of respecting the elders, and then followed the old master Wang to the inside.

In terms of hospitality, the inside is more grand than the outside.

Old Master Wang invited Nie Xiaoqian to sit inside, and then went outside and called Wang Xun to bring the tea in, and said two more words like gold: "Please tea." ”

When the hospitality was finished, he went out.

Old Master Wang is the master of a fast, naturally not pedantic to think that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented, but he thinks that a woman who goes out all day long, writes that article to sell, and competes with men for profit, is really unseemly.

What's more, the words and singing this novel are just a little Doyle, and they can't be elegant.

However, the "Wrong Sedan Chair to Marry the Right Lang" written by Nie Xiaoqian is very good, engraved and printed two volumes, 2 taels of silver, sold hundreds of sets, and the rental business at the bottom is also doing well, removing the cost, and the profit is as high as hundreds of taels, so that he can't entertain Nie Xiaoqian without Siyizhai's highest standard of hospitality.

When Old Master Wang couldn't understand when this world changed like this, and was distracted by this, Wang Xun leaned up and whispered in his ear: "Master, Mobao." ”

It turns out that Siyizhai has a rule, as long as the article is sold well in Siyizhai, as usual, the other party will be asked to leave a pair of ink treasures. One is to contact friendship, and the other is to say, if the person who sells articles will go to high school in the future, Si Yizhai will get a treasure of the town store at the same time, and also have a good reputation for knowing people.

He glared back at Wang Xun with some annoyance, because he didn't think of asking Nie Xiaoqian to inscribe Si Yizhai at all, hum, a woman who wrote some novels, what ink treasure to leave.

However, the novel written by Nie Xiaoqian sells well, which is obvious to all, Master Wang firmly believes that there are no rules, and if he is not good, he will break this rule, and in the end he can only let Wang Xun go to the inside to explain the matter, and he waited for the pen and ink, and asked Nie Xiaoqian to write an inscription.

Old Master Wang sat behind the counter, took a notebook, and prepared to be out of sight.

It's just that before he could open it, Wang Xun walked out with something. He glanced over and saw that Wang Xun had a faint look of excitement between his eyebrows, and couldn't help but be even more annoyed: "I don't have a cup of tea, it's clearly perfunctory, it's really not a son of man." ”

Wang Xun didn't understand why the master always behaved like this to the eldest lady's close friend of the boudoir, Miss Nie Jia, and plucked up the courage to ask: "Back to the old master's words, Miss Nie is quick to think and has the pen to lean on a horse, and it doesn't take too long to paint a couplet. ”

The so-called pen of relying on horses refers to the quick thinking of writing, and the topic can be written immediately, and the writing is extremely fast and excellent.

Of course, Mr. Wang didn't believe the description of Wang Xun's pen of relying on horses, and the book written by the young lady of the Nie family was certainly popular in the county boudoirs, but in his opinion, it was just a woman in a small county town with long hair and short knowledge, and he had never seen a really good article.

"Bring it."

Old Master Wang was quite hesitant and instructed Wang Xun to bring the inscription over, and was ready to teach a good lesson to the young man in this shop who was fascinated by a woman and was extremely unconscious.

Wang Xun was quite angry in his heart and wanted to argue, but under the pressure of the power in the hands of Old Master Wang, he had to carefully submit the inscription in his hand, in fact, he also had the intention to let Miss Nie's Mo Baozhen in his hand shock Old Master Wang.

Old Master Wang's eyes fell on the black and white words, and the first thing he saw was the words.

But see the words with ink clear and hearty, the shade is like clouds of smoke, the strokes are turned, the circle turns and flows, the time is constricted, it can contain energy and extension, and it is strong and healthy in Yanxiu, and the rhyme is elegant and gentle.

"Good words, really good words."

Before Old Master Wang had time to read the meaning of the words, he only looked at the glyphs, and just glanced at them, and couldn't help but praise them in his heart. Because of these ten miles and eight towns, I'm afraid that few people can write such a good hand.

"The world is full of knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is the article."

After tasting the glyph and reading the meaning of the word, when the old master Wang's heart was shocked, he couldn't help but read it.

Wang Xun's eyes were firmly fixed on Old Master Wang, listening to Old Master Wang's mouth unconsciously repeating this couplet, and seeing his old orange peel face flushed, a little angry as flowing water and uneasy.

I didn't know that Old Master Wang was pondering this couplet, and he was already a little stunned, because the more he pondered, the more he felt that every word in this couplet was vulgar, but every word contained truth.

pondered until the end, I found that these two sentences were the words of Taishi Gong, King Wen was detained and acted in "Zhou Yi"; Zhong Nieu wrote "Spring and Autumn", Qu Yuan's exile was given "Leaving the Sorrow", and Zuoqiu's blindness and "Chinese" were taught to be transparent and thorough.

If it weren't for the hills and ravines in the chest and the myriad weather, how could you say such earth-shattering words?

However, it was all written by a little woman whom he had previously despised before.

Thinking of this, Old Master Wang's flushed face became hot, turning from red to blue and white: "How is this possible, how is this possible?" ”

"Master, Master?" Wang Xun saw that Old Master Wang looked like this, for fear that he would fall down from hysteria, so he hurriedly hugged him and called out.

Unexpectedly, Old Master Wang suddenly came to his senses, and broke free from his support, and ordered again and again: "Quick, please take a seat for Miss Nie, a seat in the guest room, and a fragrant tea." ”

(It's a new week in a blink of an eye, dear book friends, are there any recommended tickets?) ）