Afraid that the other party would regret it, Chen Tang hurriedly took the big money and held it in his hand heavily, his heart was full of joy.

This scene fell in the eyes of Wu Han, who was not far ahead, and his eyes were about to fall out, and his face was full of incredulity.

In fact, 100 yuan to buy a piece of calligraphy is nothing, and the calligraphy and paintings in the store are basically tens of dollars, hundreds of dollars, or even hundreds of dollars.

The problem is that Chen Tang belongs to a street stall, and he usually writes letters and writes to people, only a few cents at a time, and he can go up to ten cents, which is already up to the sky.

Could it be that this Zhao Sanye was blinded by lard today, and he lost his heart and went crazy?

"Treasure, treasure......"

The envy, jealousy and hatred in Wu Han's heart are like a surging river, and the water flows endlessly. He had something to do this morning, he didn't come to open the stall, he only came in the afternoon, who knew that he would see this scene as soon as he arrived. He thought that his handwriting was better than Chen Tang.

Holding the big coin tightly in his hand, Chen Tang was excited.

In Yin, there are three main types of money in circulation, small money, medium money, and big money. A small coin is a penny, a medium coin is equal to 10 pennies, and a large coin is equal to 100 pennies. As for gold and silver, although they can also be used as equivalents, because they are not standardized, they have to be weighed, calculated, and cut up every time they are used, which is quite troublesome, so they are used sparingly.

Over there, Zhao Sanye carefully rolled up the painting as if he had obtained a treasure, and asked: "Scholar, can you still write a new poem? ”

"Yes, no problem. ”

Chen Tang hurriedly answered, shouting urgently, and his tone was a little sharp.

As a traverser, these poems and ink, let alone one, even if they are ten, a hundred, he can write them with a pen.

So I hurriedly spread out the paper, picked up the pen and wrote quickly, and opened with a sentence: The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and the stars are like rain......

It didn't take long for this "Qingyu Case" to be written, just waiting to receive the money.

"Hey, that's not right......"

Zhao Sanye came closer to look at it, looked at it for a while, and there was a look of disappointment on his face: "This is not well written, I don't want it." ”

"What?"

Chen Tang was stunned, he didn't expect it to be like this. Could it be that this "Qingyu Case" is not as good as the "Ugly Slave" just now?

It doesn't make sense!

In the history of poetry, the classics of "The Qingyu Case" are undoubted, and it is difficult to see that Yin Guo's appreciation angle is different.

"Then, I'll write again. ”

Chen Tang gritted his teeth and spelled:

When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky......

This "Water Tune Song Head" is a big killer, if you release it, it will definitely kill the Quartet and be popular all over the world.

Now Chen Tang doesn't care, take an extra hundred yuan.

After a short time, the long words were completed, the pen and ink were hearty, and the words were also very well written, anyway, regardless of the content or the level of the font, it definitely surpassed the first "Ugly Slave".

However, Zhao Sanye looked at it, pondered for a moment, and shook his head: "Don't ...... this one."

When Chen Tang heard this, he suddenly became messy in the wind: No, there must be something wrong...... But what's the problem?

After thinking about it to no avail, I had to say, "I can't write it today." ”

Zhao Sanye said very understandingly: "It's okay, anyway, if you have a good writing in the future, you can directly bring it to my village, and I will receive it at a high price." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and left with the "Ugly Slave" and went to the calligraphy and painting shops on both sides.

When Wu Han saw it in front, he patted his chest excitedly, and said secretly: "Fortunately, I took a fancy to one character, if I bought two more, I would get ......."

But the man came over and shouted, "Brother Chen, you have made a big deal, but you have to treat you to dinner." ”

Chen Tang didn't bother to pay attention to him, put the stall away, and arched his hand: "I don't have any rice at home, I have to buy rice earlier." ”

Wu Han watched him walk away, and couldn't help but spit on the ground: "I'm a miser, a miser, I got a hundred dollars, and I won't even ask for a meal of wine and food!"

Chen Tang really had to buy rice, and he bought ten catties, and no matter how much he had, it would not be easy to carry it back. After thinking about it, he went to cut two catties of cooked meat again, which cost nearly twenty yuan, which was very painful.

Fortunately, his body became stronger, carrying a book and rice and meat on his back, which was not too difficult, and he went out of the city to go home.

On the way, he was still thinking about the strange thing of Zhao Sanye buying words, and suddenly thought that the reason why his predecessor was able to go to Hujiazhuang as a tutor was because of a "Mourning Father's Fu", is there something in common between the two?

Is it a matter of words, or is it a matter of content, or something else?

Chen Tang thought about it left and right, and kept thinking about his home, but he still had no clue.

Su Ling was doing needlework inside, and when he saw him coming back, he hurriedly greeted him and helped with things: "Brother Bujin, you're back." ”

Chen Tang said: "Well, I made some money and bought the rice back." ”

"So much!"

Taking the bag of rice, Su Ling exclaimed in surprise.

"And meat!"

Chen Tang said again.

Seeing the two slices of meat, the girl couldn't help but swallow her saliva: "Brother Bujin, how did you buy meat? You should save the money......

Chen Tang waved his hand and said very magnificently: "Making money is to spend, if you don't spend money, you won't make money." Go cook and cook meat, I'm hungry. ”

Hearing him say that he was hungry, Su Ling hurried to wash rice and cook.

Chen Tang was afraid that she would be thrifty and not finish frying the meat, so he said: "The weather is hot, cook all the meat and eat it, don't keep it, lest it spoil." ”

Su Ling had to listen to him.

In this sumptuous dinner with meat, the two of them were extremely satisfied, and Su Ling was full of burps.

After washing his body, it was getting late, Chen Tang lay down on the bed and touched his stomach: "It's good to have meat to eat!"

Unfortunately, good times are always fleeting. Today there is meat because you have made a hundred dollars, but what about tomorrow?

I'm afraid I'll have to eat wild vegetable porridge again......

Chen Tang put his hands on the pillow, sighed, and relentlessly sorted out all the things that happened today.

There is nothing to say about the stubborn matter, he believes in the words of the Taoist priest, so he can only go out and take the exam, anyway, he was going to take the test. The most important thing at the moment is to make money, and if you earn enough money in advance, you can enter Panzhou College for a month or two, in that case, the knowledge reserve of the exam will increase a lot, and you will have more confidence.

Zhao Sanye's purchase of words made Chen Tang see the hope of making money. Unfortunately, this hope is a bit vague, and it is impossible to clarify the specific reason.

Thinking about it, I suddenly remembered the world of another time and space, and I missed the life that was busy and rich in material civilization.

I don't know how long later, as the night sky cleared, a piece of moonlight poured in through the open window and fell in front of the bed, reflecting the darkness of the room.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, in the dark, Chen Tang slapped his thigh, sat up from the bed, and said excitedly: "I know! Yes, it must be so!"

This movement woke up Su Ling, who was asleep outside, thinking that something had happened, so he hurriedly went to the door, knocked lightly, and asked, "Brother Bujin, Brother Bujin, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Tang smiled: "Ah Ling, I'm fine, I had a dream, I'm sorry, I woke you up." ”

When Su Ling heard this, he put his mind at ease and went to sleep again.