Gathered at the place of Chen Landlord's house, there are naturally some talented scholars.

The ancients attached great importance to birthdays, and the best gifts given by scholars were nothing more than poems, couplets, and the like.

Naturally, there is no shortage of mundane things in the Chen landlord's house, compared with yellow and white things such as gold and silver.

A good birthday pair can better fit the host's mood of being in good spirits during happy events.

Landlord Chen also went to private school in his early years, and he even entered the official career through the imperial examination.

It's just that the imperial examination is like a carp crossing the dragon gate, and not everyone can do it.

So in the end, the landlord Chen had no choice but to give up and go home to inherit the rich family wealth.

But a reader is a reader after all, and his temperament of loving articles and being amorous will not change.

My mother is now on her birthday, if I can exchange this "color head" for a good pair.

That's a good talk.

When Huang Tinghui first saw everyone scratching their ears and cheeks, thinking about how to write a good pair.

He didn't plan to join in the excitement.

But when he saw the "color head" that wrote the pair, Huang Tinghui changed his mind.

If it were something else, Huang Tinghui might not have joined in the fun.

To be honest, Huang Tinghui doesn't like such things that are too showy.

It's just that the "hosta" in the hand of the maid in front of the door caught Huang Tinghui's gaze at a glance.

The "hosta" doesn't look expensive, but its style matches the little girl's hair.

Huang Tinghui can even imagine what this hosta looks like on the little girl's head.

At this time, there are already many students who have done a good job of pairing.

Immediately, a confident scholar stepped forward with a pair in his hand, "Steward, what do you think of my pair?" ”

"I've been studying in a private school for several years, not to mention anything else, right!"

"The master praised me for my very good handwriting!"

After speaking, the confident scholar presented the pair of his handwritten books to the steward.

The steward smiled happily, and he seemed to be as enthusiastic as everyone else.

"Childe's calligraphy is really good, much stronger than the old decay."

"Today, on my mother's birthday, thank you for the couplet."

"Come on, give this son a tael of silver as happy money."

Despite the fact that he was exquisite, he gave the scholar a lot of money and praised the scholar's calligraphy.

But he didn't give the "color head" to the scholar, which already implied that his couplet was still not hot.

There were no fools who broke the casserole and asked to the end, and the confident scholar just now also laughed twice, took the happy money and retreated to the side.

"Hey, a couple of silver money, a pair in exchange, it's really good!"

Some other scholars looked at the broken silver in the hands of the confident scholar and congratulated the confident scholar with a smile.

"Hehe, Chen Yuanwai's requirements are a bit high, and the pair I just wrote didn't get the lottery."

"It seems that it is difficult to give away this lottery today."

The confident scholar is full of confidence in his pair, of course he will not admit that his pair is too bad and is not favored by the steward of the Chen Mansion.

"Hey, Li Shusheng, don't be discouraged, look at what other people have written."

"You see, this person's handwriting is bad enough, he dares to come forward and show off, is he really full of confidence?"

"I think he saw that Li Shusheng got a tael of silver, and he also wanted to beg for money."

"I think so!"

After the scholar wrote a line crookedly on the red paper, he probably knew that his handwriting was too ugly.

So hide your face and leave.

It was the steward of the Chen Mansion who called the scholar and asked the little guy who followed him to give the scholar a hundred copper coins.

The scholar hid his face, and after a moment of entanglement, he still took the 100 copper coins handed over by the steward.

Then he turned and walked away.

He also knew that he didn't have the face to stay here.

Seeing that as long as they write a pair, they will receive a piece of happy money, and the down-and-out scholars are a little ready to move.

But considering their identity as a scholar, there are still many people who can't let go of their figure.

After all, I'm a scholar, how can I do such a thing?

The temptation of liking money and the constraints of one's own identity, there are many people who are entangled.

At this time, Huang Tinghui separated everyone, and he walked in the direction of the manager.

"Steward, do you have pen and paper?"

"It's been a long time since I've written a pair, but I want to give it a try."

Hearing Huang Tinghui say this, everyone looked at it together.

If Huang Tinghui was dressed as a scholar, there might be less gossip among everyone.

But seeing Huang Tinghui dressed in coarse cloth, he looked like a peasant man who couldn't read a basket of big characters.

The unhappiness of these readers immediately "rubbed" up.

I was confined to the identity of a "reader", and I didn't go to receive the happy money that would inevitably come to my hand.

But it's not a farmer's turn to get it.

Chen Yuanwai's mother's birthday is approaching, and his steward will naturally not make any unhappy things on the big day.

So even if it's a crop man, he will give some happy money.

However, the sense of substitution of these "scholars" is very strong, after all, they didn't take the money because of their face, and they must not let such a mud leg take advantage of the loophole.

"What pair can a crop man write, do you know what kind of character it is after the flat pole falls?"

"It's really greedy, don't you think this money is too easy to take?"

"Crop man, I think you just want to take that happy money, pretend to be able to write the right thing."

"Leave early, don't stand here and be embarrassed."

The mouths of the readers have always been very poisonous, especially to those who have moved their interests.

At present, Huang Tinghui is obviously the existence that moves their interests.

Huang Tinghui was not annoyed when he heard this, arguing with these people is meaningless and a waste of time.

He never argues with stupid people.

If you argue too much, you will fall into the same realm as a stupid person.

"You must know that the young Ling Yunzhi once boasted that he was the first class in the world!"

"It is said that people can't be good-looking, old steward, I just want to see if I can take the hosta and go back to try it on my wife."

When the words fell, the steward's gaze at Huang Tinghui was different.

"You must know that the young Ling Yunzhi once boasted that he was the first class in the world!"

This is not something that ordinary farmer can say.

Isn't this young man really that talented?

The steward was somewhat convinced.

If the young man can really make a good pair, it will be a beautiful thing.

"Prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for this son!" The steward said to the servant who was standing beside him.

"Yes!"

The red paper, pen and ink, and inkstone were all ready, and Huang Tinghui put the brush in the inkstone.

The brush was stained with black ink, and Huang Tinghui moved.

For a while, everyone present moved with Huang Tinghui's waves.

"Good word!"

After the first brush word fell, the expression of the scholar who was watching the excitement changed, and he couldn't help but blurt out praise.

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