The sound of horses' hooves, Zhao Sanye, who was dressed in a strong suit, came back on a high-headed horse, and when he arrived at the door, he turned over and dismounted, and his own servants came to serve from the servant and led the horse down.

Seeing this, Chen Tang hurriedly ran out. He queued up for a long time, his stomach was hungry, thinking that Lai Wen could have "special treatment" before, and he had sold a "Ugly Slave", so he shouldn't have to queue up.

"Zhao Sanye, do you remember me?"

Zhao Sanye looked up and immediately recognized it: "It's you, what's the matter, there are good words again?"

Chen Tang nodded and raised the rolled up paper in his hand.

"Okay, let's go in and talk. ”

Zhao Sanye took him and walked into the mansion. This time, the guards didn't dare to stop him, so he quickly recognized Chen Tang's appearance, and the next time he came, he would directly invite him to the door.

Yang Hong in the team saw it, his eyes widened, and he secretly said in his heart: This Brother Chen, could it be that he has sold words to Zhao Sanye......

Entering the Zhao Mansion, first of all, there is a big courtyard, which should be a martial arts training ground, with several rows of weapon racks on the side, full of swords, guns, swords, halberds, and stone buttresses, stone wheels and other household items for practicing strength, all kinds of things, and some objects can't even be named.

There are more than a dozen strong men practicing on the field, either alone or sparring, snorting and drinking, quite lively.

Chen Tang couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Zhao Sanye smiled: "Scholar, are you interested in martial arts?"

Chen Tang replied: "My body is weak, I can't do anything, and I want to get through my body." ”

This is his true words, he knows the importance of the body and bones, in the original time and space, he often played basketball and run.

Zhao Sanye smiled: "It's not easy to boil your body. ”

The point stopped, and there was no further talk.

Chen Tang heard the implication, as the saying goes, "poor literature and rich martial arts", if you want to practice martial arts, you need a lot of money.

So, you have to make money first.

Zhao Sanye took him into a side hall, and there was already a person sitting in it, it was Lai Wen who came in earlier.

"Lai Wen has seen Zhao Sanye. ”

He got up and saluted, his eyes fell on Chen Tang, with a sense of scrutiny, and even a little vigilant, as if Chen Tang was here to rob business.

Chen Tang had seen a lot of such eyes when he was setting up a stall, and he didn't care, Shi Shiran sat down on the other side, and soon a maid served fragrant tea. He picked up his teacup and took a big sip, his mouth full of relish.

Good tea.

Queuing outside, the heat was unbearably hot, and my throat seemed to be on fire, and now I had tea to drink, so I was welcome, and I drank it in a big gulp, and soon the bottom of the cup turned to the sky, and I drank it all.

The maid next to her saw it and hurriedly helped pour tea. This girl is about fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looks dignified, and when she pours tea, she can't help but peek at Chen Tang, which is quite a secret send-off.

The two scholars in the hall, Lai Wen is obviously old, although he is well-dressed, he has no choice but to look sloppy, compared with the handsome Chen Tang, he is suddenly a little worse.

Lai Wen looked at the other side, inexplicably angry, and couldn't help but say sarcastically: "Like a cow drinking water, it is insulting to Sven." ”

Drinking tea is a kind of etiquette and a kind of culture. Where is it like Chen Tang, who pours tea into his mouth?

Chen Tang took another big sip and wiped his mouth: "I waited outside for a long time, I was very thirsty, and I smiled." ”

Zhao Sanye praised: "The scholar's true temperament, I appreciate it!"

Lai Wen was speechless at these words, and the next sentence was held in his throat, unable to speak. People Zhao Sanye said "appreciation", if he is not interested, wouldn't it be boring for himself?

Zhao Sanye asked: "Scholar, I had something to do yesterday, and I left in a hurry, and I didn't even ask for your name." ”

Chen Tang hurriedly introduced himself.

Zhao Sanye said: "Okay, then I'll call you Chen Xiucai from now on." ”

After a pause, he got straight to the point: "Don't say much else, take out the words." ”

Lai Wen hurriedly said: "Third master, I came first. ”

Chen Tang said: "Yes, he arrived first, the third master, please read his words first." ”

Zhao Sanye didn't care about this, and made a "please" gesture to Lai Wen.

Lai Wen took out the lettering—a carefully framed painting, about three feet long, outlined in pen and ink, and stamped with a bright red seal in the blank space.

Because of the back, Chen Tang couldn't see what was written, but through the paper, he could vaguely see the seal on it, which immediately touched him.

Seal is equivalent to a kind of identity and a kind of artistic signature, especially calligraphy and painting, without a seal, it is difficult for others to know who the author of the work is. It can be said that calligraphy and painting without seals are incomplete and incomplete.

In the past, Chen Tang set up a stall and helped people write letters, write letters and couplets on the street, all of which were piecemeal work, and had nothing to do with the "work", so naturally there was no need for a seal, so he sold the "Ugly Slave" to Zhao Sanye, and now he has brought this picture, which has no seal on it. To put it mildly, it is called "three no products". Regardless of the style or grade, it immediately fell into the inferior.

However, Zhao Sanye doesn't seem to care about these at all when he buys words......

After a while, Zhao Sanye over there had already finished reading Lai Wen's words, and shook his head: "Lai Xiucai, this painting is not suitable for me." ”

Hearing this, Lai Wen suddenly hung his head like a defeated rooster. Before and after, he almost took more than ten characters to show Zhao Sanye, and only sold one. In fact, he is not bad, the large number of people queuing up outside has not been looked at at a single word.

Zhao Sanye ignored him and said to Chen Tang: "Chen Xiucai, where is your handwriting?"

Chen Tang came over and handed over the words, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart.

Lai Wen couldn't help but glance at it, and saw that the words handed in by Chen Tang were written on inferior yellow-edged paper, and the ink was not good, and there was not even a seal and signature on the paper:

This, dare to call the word?

It's clear that it's graffiti to get people.

Lai Wen's confidence was immediately restored, no matter what, he had successfully sold words to Zhao Sanye, and after the news spread, he suddenly became worthy, and several calligraphy and painting shops came to make an appointment......

So far, he has three of his paintings hanging in the calligraphy and painting shop on Hanmo Street, albeit in the form of a consignment sale, which must be sold to make money. But this is already a solid first step in the direction of success......

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground; look up at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown!"

Zhao Sanye looked at Chen Tang's words, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but recite it aloud, and slapped his big hand on the tea table: "Good words, good poems!"

He exerted too much force, and with a click, the tea table was torn apart and collapsed, and the teapot and cup on it fell to the ground and crackled.

Lai Wen was taken aback, and abruptly stepped aside, his expression a little sluggish: Zhao Sanye's attitude, needless to say, is to take a fancy to Chen Tang's character!

Chen Tang was overjoyed in his heart, and when the corner of his eyes swept to the broken tea table, he saw that this was a first-class solid wood furniture, with a lot of density and hardness, but it was slapped by Zhao Sanye:

A master, a master!