There is a good pen, a good ink, a good paper, a good inkstone and a good night, there is a beautiful maid beside him, there is a cup of tea in front of him, there are three incense sticks next to the table, there is a bright moon outside the window, the sleeves are rolled up and the book is dedicated, when he looks up, he flicks his fingers, and a handleless flying sword breaks through the air from the beam to a certain general thousands of miles away, this is Ning Que's ideal life.

The first night in the house in Lin Forty-seven Lane, he felt that he was infinitely close to his ideals, although the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones were all cheap goods, although the night was lonely and not secluded, although there was only clear water and no tea, there was only hungry gruel and baked cakes on the table without incense, although there was still no bright moon outside the window, although the maid was too small and too dark and ugly, although he now felt that cultivation was a very stinky hollow fart......

Although there are so many although, he still feels very happy when the pen can dance on the snow paper freely, and even thinks that it is really a genius idea to sell words in Sansanti.

The bitter cold of Weicheng is not poor but it is difficult to call it rich, and the materials transported by the military department will not include things such as pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so in the past, it cost a lot to write a few volumes of words, but now now, pen, ink, paper and inkstone can be used arbitrarily, and can be exchanged for money, and Sangsang will not complain in a low voice, how can there be a happier thing in the world?

When he finally raised his head, picked up the bowl and poured half of his stomach with water, rubbed his sore wrists and shoulders and decided to rest, the morning light was already outside the door, and there was a faint sound of pouring water and shouting in the distance.

After writing all night, there were already piles of paper rolls around him, except for the first two wild grasses that he had put together in order to vent his feelings, and he wrote very honestly in the back, writing all the things that Sangsang seemed to be easier to sell, and it seemed that there was no planning for writing, in fact, there were vertical scrolls, horizontal batches, long scrolls, and even a large middle hall, but it had not been framed, and the paper rolls piled up randomly next to the feet of the table looked like they were just ink paper of different shapes and sizes.

After many years of hard practice and copying thousands of volumes, Ning Que is very confident in his own words, but those methods that he is most confident in and the most proud of cannot be used in Chang'an City, otherwise if a visitor asks you what year is the ninth year of Shengyonghe, and what is the mountain of Huiji Mountain, how should you go? So he had to copy some poetry collections in the world, as well as some widely circulated scriptures, but he believed that even so, after these paper scrolls were hung on the wall, there would be countless dignitaries, nobles, celebrities, and scribes who knew the books and heard the wind.

"Oops, the threshold will be broken in two days, and it seems that it needs to be repaired in advance. ”

Ning Que thought proudly, stretched out his right hand to the wall, and tore off the paper scroll left by the original proprietor indiscriminately, like tearing off a pile of garbage, and was about to call Sang Sang to find a framing shop, and then hang up his masterpiece, but found that the little maid had fallen asleep in the corner of the room with her knees hugged at some point.

"I said that you should buy two bowls of Chang'an's famous hot and sour noodles to taste. ”

He looked at the sweet little girl who was sleeping, couldn't help but shake his head, took a short shirt and put it on her body, and then pushed the door out, following the tempting scent of green onions and the sound of selling in the comfortable morning light.

"Uncle, how much is a bowl of noodles?"

"So expensive?"

"You see my store is over there, it's all neighborhoods, how about it be cheaper?"

"Yes, yes, that's the shop, and it hasn't been named yet. ”

"I've already thought of a name, so I'm going to make a signboard, what's the name?"

"Old Bizhai. ”

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In order to buy two bowls of cheap hot and sour noodle soup with the hawker, the name of the shop was arbitrarily decided, which was a little unreasonable no matter how you looked at it, so Sang Sang didn't have any idea about the name of the shop, and couldn't help but read her young master for several years because of this matter.

All in all, this calligraphy specialty store with a boss and calligrapher, a maid and a handyman, and a quirky name has finally appeared in Lin47 Lane.

Ning Que's only dissatisfaction with this shop was that it was too far away from the framing shop, and the framing was too slow, and he was not good at it, so he had to wait patiently for another two days.

One day, rain fell again in Chang'an City, and the shop in Lane 47 opened quietly. Ning Que wore a brand-new scholar's green shirt, holding a cheap red clay teapot in his left hand, standing behind the threshold in front of the scrolls on the wall, as if he saw that a new life was beckoning to him, and the appearance of the new life was very handsome and lovely.

"Spring rain is as expensive as oil, a good sign!"

He took a sip of tea, stood in the threshold and looked at the wind and rain outside the threshold, and said angrily: "The fragrance of tea is intoxicating, the fragrance of ink is intoxicating, it can really be described as a grand plan to dominate the industry and talk and laugh, it is better than a drunk in life." ”

The young man with a young face was wearing a scholar's green shirt, and he couldn't wear a chic atmosphere, but looked a little funny, and he was holding a teapot to be old-fashioned, and he said such things in an old-fashioned tone, which was even more cute.

Someone under the eaves outside the threshold was sheltering from the rain, and just listening to Ning Que's words, he subconsciously turned around and glanced at Ning Que, and after being slightly stunned, he couldn't help laughing. This person is a middle-aged man, dressed in a green shirt with a sword tied at will, there is a sense of freedom between his eyebrows and eyes, and the smile that appeared illuminated the rain outside the eaves a little.

Ning Que found out that there was someone outside the threshold, and knowing that the other party heard his sour words, he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, coughed twice and turned his head to look at the corner of the palace in the distance on a rainy day, pretending that nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man was probably a little bored, turned around and walked into the shop, and looked around the wall casually with his hands in his hands, his eyes showing appreciation and surprise, but he didn't seem to have the intention of paying for it.

As the so-called reading people's affairs always have a little bit of the strength of the readers, rather lazy to greet any guests, although the other party is the first guest since the opening of the old pen house, it has the significance of historical heavy dà theme.

After watching a circle, the middle-aged man paced back in front of Ning Que and said with a smile: "Little boss......"

Without waiting for him to finish the whole sentence, Ning Que corrected with a smile: "Please call me boss, don't call me little boss just because I look at my age, just like I won't call you a sword when I see you wearing a sword...... Guest. ”

"Okay, little boss. The middle-aged man didn't change his name, and said with a smile: "I'm curious to know why you would be willing to rent this shop that no one wants to rent for three months." ”

Ning Que replied: "The place is clean, the environment is good, the front store and the back house, I have no reason not to rent." ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said: "I just want to remind you that the reason why this shop is so cheap but has not been rented out is not because others are stupider than you, but because the treasury of the household department is going to be expanded, and Chang'an Mansion has always wanted to take back the shop on this street." You know that the government has always given very little compensation, and it is too risky to rent a shop here, and you may lose all your money at any time, you said that this place is quiet, don't you notice that the shops next to you are all closed?"

Ning Que frowned slightly, looked at this person and asked, "Why do you know these things?"

The middle-aged man replied calmly: "Because all the shops on both sides of this street are mine." ”