Before coming to this world, Huang Tinghui wrote well with a brush.

Because of the changes in history after the Three Kingdoms, many fonts have not appeared in this world.

Huang Tinghui is good at cursive and italic characters, and has a deep study of thin gold fonts.

So just a few strokes fell, and it ushered in a full house of exclamations.

"This word is powerful, and it is by no means something that ordinary people can write."

"Handsome, strong, really good handwriting!"

"Is this a peasant man able to write, how is it possible!"

Everyone's eyes were straight, and they stared closely at Huang Tinghui's every move.

"The ancient Tsubaki is immortal!"

"The hill is the most suitable for autumn."

Wong Tinghui's pen movement is extremely smooth, and in just a few moments, a couplet is written.

"In ancient times, the big chun is not old, and the small mountains are the most suitable for autumn." The steward looked at the handwriting and couldn't help but read it out loud.

There was a strange sparkle in his eyes, as if he had found gold in a pile of rubble.

When the steward finished reading the birthday greeting, he couldn't help shouting, "Good! ”

"A good ancient Tsubaki is immortal, and the hill is the most suitable for autumn."

"Little friend, what a good word!"

"I admire the old decay, I admire it to the extreme!"

"Everyone, today's lottery head is won by the little friend who wrote this couplet."

"I don't think you have any opinions!"

The steward seemed to have some kind of treasure, and he had the couplet on display.

After all, you have to convince the public.

If only someone could come up with a better couplet than this birthday couplet.

Then they took away this lottery, and it should be.

"In ancient times, the big chun is not old, and the small mountains are the most suitable for autumn."

Looking at this extremely beautiful calligraphy, everyone was naturally amazed.

Who would have thought that a peasant boy would be able to write such couplets and make such pairs.

It's not easy!

It's really not easy!

"Zhuangzi Wandering": In ancient times, there were great chuns, with 8,000 years old as spring and 8,000 years old as autumn. Tsubaki is extremely long-lived, so it is perfect for birthday celebrations. ”

"And I heard that Chen Yuanwai has studied Huang Lao's art very deeply, and as for Zhuangzi's writing, it is Huang Lao's theory, which is quiet and inactive, which is exactly in line with the state of mind of Chen Yuanwai and his mother."

"It is extremely extreme, the upper link uses plants, and the lower link "Cong Gui" is also a plant, which is neat and natural. ”

"The key is that this cong gui fits the atmosphere of the autumn festival, and the fragrance of osmanthus is a good day, which is refreshing."

"Now that Chen Yuanwai's mother is on autumn birthday, this couplet couldn't be more suitable."

"Bow to the wind, bow to the wind!"

"This word is also the best, the word is like its person, the font of this couplet is like a knife and an axe chisel, the wind and bones are undoubtedly exposed, and there is the power of muscles and bones!"

There were some scholars who looked down on Huang Tinghui before, and they only felt that a clay leg couldn't write any good couplets.

However, at this moment, they were completely convinced.

First of all, this word, such a character with a strong backbone and a powerful way, can never be done without more than ten years of hard work.

The second is this couplet, which is allusioned to the context.

This is not something that ordinary people can do.

This time, no one dares to despise Huang Tinghui anymore.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, the old steward handed the hosta to Huang Tinghui.

"Little friend, this hairpin is the lottery you won."

Huang Tinghui solemnly took the hosta, and also showed a look of surprise.

I saw him make a gesture to the steward, "Tinghui has thanked your housewife and master for my wife who has not yet passed the door." ”

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Uncle Erzhu, who was speechless for a long time by Huang Tinghui's hand, patted his head and remembered something.

"Brother Hui, it's not early!"

"If it's too late, then Langzhong won't know where to go."

"We've got to get going."

It turned out that Uncle Erzhu agreed to let Huang Tinghui come to Chenjiazhuang together, also because there was a strange temperament in this Zhuangzi.

This is the last time the little girl exchanged ten years of ginseng for silver.

Just now, Uncle Erzhu and Huang Tinghui were invited to visit this courtyard, and they met Huang Tinghui to write pairs and win the lottery.

Time was lost.

I almost forgot one of the main purposes of this trip.

"It wasn't for Uncle Erzhu to remind me, I almost forgot about it."

Huang Tinghui secretly scolded himself, it was really the hosta that was really gratifying.

Otherwise, Huang Tinghui would definitely not delay in this matter.

Thinking of this, Huang Tinghui hurriedly said goodbye to the steward, "Old steward, there are still many important things to do, so I won't bother much." ”

"Hey, little friend, wait a minute!"

"I don't know the name of Xiaoyou yet, my master will definitely see this pair."

"When the time comes, the master will definitely ask me for the name of my little friend."

The steward looked at Huang Tinghui and asked.

The old steward has followed Chen Yuanwai for so long, so he naturally knows his master's temper.

That's why he asked.

"Huangjia Village, Huang Tinghui!"

"The silver-haired fox that I gave to your master just now was sent by me and my uncle."

After another gesture, Huang Tinghui took Uncle Erzhu and walked out together.

It's late, and I don't know if I can find the old man.

To say that you are okay.

After all, it is a man's body, and the wind and cold will pass after a while.

Huang Tinghui is worried about the little girl, her body is not as good as her own.

Therefore, this medicine must be bought, otherwise he would not have been able to run to this Chenjiazhuang.

Huang Tinghui carefully wrapped the hosta that the old steward handed to him.

He and Uncle Erzhu walked forward, and the scholars automatically separated a path for them to leave.

"Everyone, take your leave!"

Looking at the disappeared backs of Huang Tinghui and Uncle Erzhu, a group of people fell into discussion.

"Huangjia Village, are there any scholars in Huangjia Village? The pair is so well written, and the words are so good? ”

"I haven't heard of a scholar in Huangjia Village, and the last time the village grabbed water, Huangjia Village was bluffed by a scholar in the next village."

"Oh, I seem to remember, Huang Tinghui, Huang Tinghui, no wonder he is so familiar, he is a bastard, a little bastard who steals chickens and dogs in the county."

"Hey, what bastard, bastard can write such good words, can write such good couplets, can take this colorful head from our hands, if he is a bastard, what are we?"

Everyone talked about it, but no one dared to question Huang Tinghui's talent.

After all, if they belittle Huang Tinghui's talent, then what are they who lose to Huang Tinghui?

"It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and one generation is stronger than the next!"

"The old lady will definitely like this pair very much, and the old lady will definitely be happy when she sees this pair."

The old steward also looked at the pair excitedly for a long time, and carefully closed the pair, as if he remembered something again.

"You go and inquire about the situation of this Huang family kid, if the master is interested in him."

"I won't be unable to answer!"

The old steward was a wonderful man, and he immediately said to his servants.

"Yes, steward!" The servant answered immediately.

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