The next day, Wu Han got up early in the morning, rushed to Hanmo Street, and set up a stall with two poems on it, which were neatly written.

He wrote these two words for a long time before he was satisfied.

As for the content of the poems written, they are taken from everyone's works, recognized classics, one "Late Spring Night" and one "Descending to the River".

Although Wu Han himself has read books for decades and written a lot of exercises, his talent is limited, and the level of those poems is sloppy and not easy to see.

After setting up a stall, he was looking forward to it, secretly looking forward to Zhao Sanye coming today, and he would be blinded by lard and spend a hundred yuan to buy a piece of street characters.

But left and right, I never saw anyone. Not only Zhao Sanye, but even Chen Tang didn't come: "This guy made a hundred dollars yesterday, he must have been playing, it's best not to come, and few people are ...... to steal business."

......

In fact, Chen Tang had already entered the state capital, but he didn't come to Hanmo Street, but inquired about Zhao Sanye's residence and went directly to Zhao's mansion.

In the state capital, the Zhao family is a big family, the family is a dart bureau, the famous "Shunfu dart bureau", it is said that the branch is open all over the world, there are hundreds of dart divisions alone, it is really a big business.

And the three brothers of Zhao Sanye are all practicing families, and their martial arts are quite successful, and they are masters. As for how tall, Chen Tang has no specific concept.

He wondered in his heart, why did a practitioner buy calligraphy and paintings, could it be a vassal elegance?

No, it's not like that......

When I came to the outside of the Zhao Mansion, I looked up and saw the magnificent façade of the Zhao family, which was indeed a big family of the Zhu Sect, with a row of stone steps, and a lifelike stone lion on the left and right. On the right side of the gate, there are a lot of people, at least a dozen, all of them look like showmen, waiting there and don't know what to do.

Chen Tang dressed up, walked to the door, and said to a family member who was guarding there: "Hello big brother, it was Zhao Sanye who asked me to show him the words." ”

The corners of the family's eyes swept away, and he looked like he was ignoring it, and said lazily: "The third master is not at home, you go over there and wait in line." ”

Chen Tang finally understood what those people outside the door were doing, they all came to sell words like him, and he felt a big headache: "When will the third master come back?"

Jia Ding rolled his eyes: "How do I know? ”

Chen Tang had no choice but to retreat speechlessly, looked at the long queue, and thought: If Zhao Sanye doesn't come back today, or if he comes back late, isn't it in vain?

I thought about it again, these people in line, are they all like themselves, they once sold words to Zhao Sanye, and they knew the taste, so as soon as they wrote well, they came to Zhao Mansion to line up?

Chen Tang walked to the back of the line, coughed dryly, and asked Xiucai, who was in front of the line: "This brother is under Chen Tang." ”

Na Xiucai glanced at him and said politely: "No, Yang Hong." ”

"It turned out to be Brother Yang, do you often sell words to Zhao Sanye?"

Yang Hong smiled wryly: "I often want to sell words to Zhao Sanye, but I queued up seven or eight times, and none of them were favored." ”

Chen Tang asked, "So difficult?"

Yang Hong said: "It's not so difficult, it's just difficult to reach the sky." Not only me, but also many people in the queue here who didn't come. In the past two or three years, I have only heard that Zhao Sanye has taken a fancy to two. ”

Chen Tang asked: "In that case, are you still coming to line up?"

"Zhao Sanye is willing to make money, if he can be fancied for one, he can sell it for two or three hundred yuan, and more importantly, as long as one piece is sold, it is equivalent to making a reputation and becoming worthy!"

Yang Hong explained.

Hearing "two or three hundred dollars", Chen Tang knew that the "Ugly Slave" was sold at a loss, no wonder Zhao Sanye gave the money happily. But there was nothing to say about this, he originally only wanted to sell it for ten cents, and he was unexpectedly paid ten times, and he was already satisfied. It's a pity that Zhao Sanye didn't help himself publicize, otherwise, it is estimated that he can increase his value.

After thinking about it, he asked again: "Brother Yang, are there many houses in the state capital that accept words?"

Yang Hong said: "The only one who takes the initiative to collect words is this Zhao family." Of course, those calligraphy and painting shops also accept words, but there is a threshold, and people basically don't look down on our talented words. ”

Chen Tang has his own experience of this. If he had the ability to sell the characters in the shop, he wouldn't have to set up a stall on Hanmo Street. If you can hang it in the calligraphy and painting shop, you must at least lift more than one person's words, or have a certain calligraphy reputation.

Such people, in the entire territory of Panzhou, are estimated to be about a few dozen. The most are Xiucai, hundreds, and nearly half of them belong to old Xiucai. There are a lot of people who are down-and-out, and they can't do anything, so they can only make a living by selling words, struggling to make ends meet.

Zhao Sanye collected words at a high price, and they refused to let go of the opportunity, even if it was difficult to be selected, but as long as there was a one percent opportunity, they didn't want to miss it.

The situation in this circle is quite cruel. On it, there must be a more high-end circle, there is a great deal of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding, but such a circle is something that Chen Tang and they can't reach now. Just as it is impossible to crowd people in line here.

Identity, determines the location, as well as the view.

"Brother Yang, don't you think Zhao Sanye's standard for receiving words is very strange?"

Yang Hong replied: "It's very strange, I'm not sure at all, I don't know if it's to read the words, or to read the things written, I think, it's all about the mood." ”

The Zhao family opened a dart game, to a certain extent, it is equivalent to going to the rivers and lakes, belonging to the people in the rivers and lakes, it is not good to say, it is called "martial arts". Wufu collects calligraphy, nine times out of ten, all of them are vassal and elegant, and they are all styled.

Zhao Sanye would go to Hanmo Street every month, but he often returned empty-handed. The characters of the shops over there are all of a certain level, and there are even masterpieces. Although in these years, the so-called "famous artists" have many people who deceive the world and steal their reputations, it is undeniable that those who can hang there do have unique style skills.

Chen Tang also went to see it, compared it, and asked himself, he was ashamed.

However, Zhao Sanye couldn't look down on the words of the store, so he bought the "Ugly Slave". At the beginning, Chen Tang thought that the other party had taken a fancy to his unique font, or those popular poems and phrases, but when "Qingyu Case" and "Water Tune Song Head" were rejected one after another, he knew that this was not the case, but for another reason.

For this reason, Chen Tang already has a guess, and he came with a new work today to verify that he was wrong.

For Zhao Sanye's appreciation, a group of Xiucai secretly expressed doubts, but it did not prevent them from selling words. If Zhao Sanye is an expert, they will not have a chance, although the literati are light, but they also have self-knowledge. Zhao Sanye bought words to see the mood, and everyone felt hopeful.

Because there is no standard for mood.

"Lai Wen, it's Lai Wen!"

"Lai Wen actually came to sell words today......"

There was a commotion in the procession, and a well-dressed Xiucai strode forward, went directly up the steps, said a few words to the housekeeper guarding the door, and was invited in.

Yang Hong looked at it and said enviously: "Last time, Lai Wen's character was favored by Zhao Sanye and he got three hundred yuan. And he came to Zhao's Mansion to sell words, so he didn't have to queue up anymore. ”

Chen Tang couldn't help but slander in his heart: "I also sold one yesterday, why don't I have this treatment......"

It is estimated that the transaction took place on Hanmo Street, and there is no basis for the words, and Zhao Sanye did not explain, so the gatekeeper naturally did not admit it.

As it approached noon, the sun rose violently. Fortunately, there is an eaves in the queue to shade, so there is no need to expose to the sun, but the temperature is soaring and hot, and everyone is sweating, which is quite uncomfortable.

After waiting for a while, he shouted sharply: "Zhao Sanye has returned home!"