The people who were stunned in place were not only Xia Yuanshan, but also the peers who were working hard to set up stalls next to Wu Ziyu.

Wu Ziyu made a transaction and earned 30,000 yuan, which was too easy to come by. However, although Wu Ziyu negotiated a good business, he didn't take the money, and the things were given to others, which is obviously a shortcoming. He didn't think about anything else, he just left, and he didn't care if people came to give him money tomorrow. Such people are really rare.

However, this also confirms that Wu Ziyu is selling dog meat on the head of a sheep, and the things he sells are definitely not valuable, otherwise he can't leave without taking the money he gets.

Xia Yuanshan didn't care about the talisman in his pocket, but he took out the white cloth for writing, looked at the street lamp next to him, and looked at it carefully, and praised it while looking at it, "Good words, good words!"

Xia Yuanshan has a rigorous attitude towards learning, but he is diligent in his thirst for calligraphy, he has studied many great calligraphers from ancient times to the present, among which he admires four people the most, that is, Zhao Mengfu, Yan Zhenqing, Wang Xizhi, and Zhang Xu. Xia Yuanshan looked at the words on the white cloth in his hand, the beauty of the calligraphy was not inferior to Wang Xizhi, and the cursive script was more simple than Zhang Xu. Cursive is flamboyant, but why does Xia Yuanshan feel that this cursive script in his hand will be a little simple? Because this cursive script is not a simple cursive script, but Wu Ziyu has also integrated the drawing method of the Fu seal into the cursive script.

In today's society, the atmosphere is too impetuous, there are not many people who can study with their hearts, and there are not many people who can write with their hearts. Many so-called calligraphers have mixed his characters with too much utilitarianism.

But this painting in Xia Yuanshan's hand, the calligraphy is handsome and simple, and the cursive script is chic and elegant, which is a rare masterpiece!

Twelve words, 30,000 yuan, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a thousand words.

This time he really picked up the treasure, Xia Yuanshan was a little excited, and sped up the pace of going home.

Xia Yuanshan has been a teacher for a lifetime, in the eighties and nineties, the treatment is very average, in recent years, the treatment of teachers has risen, and Xia Yuanshan's children are angry, and they have obtained a place to study abroad at public expense, the eldest son has stayed in the United States to work after graduation, and the youngest daughter has not graduated from graduate school, and she is also in the United States.

After retiring, Xia Yuanshan's wife often flies to the United States to reunite with their children, and during the New Year's holiday, the children also come back to visit the second elder, so Xia Yuanshan's life is also relished.

"Professor Xia, are you off work?"

"Well, it's time to get off work. ”

Xia Yuanshan has lived here for more than ten years, and his popularity is very good, and there are old neighbors who constantly greet him on the road, and Xia Yuanshan smiles. Xia Yuanshan is in a good mood today, because he received a good pair of words, the four-character line book in the middle is also counted, the cursive font on both sides, there is a unique charm in it, with Xia Yuanshan's calligraphy vision for so many years, and many big calligraphers' cursive fonts are different, the most important thing is that this word is also very beautiful, the first thing Xia Yuanshan went home was to copy this font first.

Professor Xia's wife, who had just returned from the United States a few days ago, saw Xia Yuanshan's happy expression, put down the shovel for stir-frying, and asked, "Old Xia, what is so happy?"

"I picked up the baby today, haha, I picked up the baby. ”

"Oh, baby, Lao Xia, you are a person who doesn't pick up the money when you see it, how can you pick up the treasure?" asked Mrs. Xia suspiciously.

"Haha, is money still called a treasure, I really picked up a treasure today, Mobao, do you say it's a treasure?" Xia Yuanshan said with a smug smile.

Mrs. Xia and Professor Xia are college classmates, although they are not engaged in education like Xia Yuanshan, but their education level is not low.

"Guess what, you can't guess, I didn't expect that there was such a character in the world, I dare say that this young man's teacher must be a master of calligraphy. ”

"Young man, what's going on?"

Xia Yuanshan told his wife in detail about his encounter with Wu Ziyu, how he sold talismans, and how he negotiated with him to buy talismans and ask him to give him this piece of ink treasure.

Mrs. Xia did not blame Xia Yuanshan for spending 30,000 yuan, but urged Xia Yuanshan to take out the ink treasure and let her take a look.

Xia Yuanshan proudly took out the cloth on which the words were written and unfolded it.

Mrs. Xia is also a knowledgeable person, as soon as she saw this word, she felt that it must be from the hands of a certain calligraphy master, and to be able to write such words, she must have more than a few decades of skills.

"How old is he, you say, a young man?"

"In his twenties, he looks very energetic, but this word should not be from his hand, I guess it must have been written by his elders. ”

"Then you can get acquainted with him, don't you happen to have no money with you, and you want to send him money when you go back? Tomorrow I will ask him in detail who wrote this letter. ”

Xia Yuanshan nodded, "Well, I think so too." ”

"By the way, Lao Xia, didn't you say that there are a few more talismans, bring them to me to see!"

Xia Yuanshan took out the three talismans he bought from Wu Ziyu from his pocket and handed them to his wife, "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, you can write such a good handwriting, but you have to cheat money by pretending to be a ghost, it's really sighing!"

Of course, Xia Yuanshan didn't sigh Wu Ziyu, because he was too young to be worthy of Xia Yuanshan's sigh, what he sighed was the person who wrote for Wu Ziyu, with such a good handwriting, even if he sells words, he can completely make a living, and it is better to be abducted and deceived in the past.

Although Xia Yuanshan didn't say anything, it didn't mean that he didn't know that Wu Ziyu was lying to himself again. A piece of paper sells for 10,000 yuan, and the person who sells it is a clever liar, and the person who buys it is a stupid idiot.

Of course, Professor Xia could see it, but he still spent 30,000 yuan, because in his eyes, this word was more than 30,000 yuan.

Professor Xia's wife looked over and over the three talismans bought from Wu Ziyu, but found that although these three talismans were somewhat similar to the props of the liar's deception, Mrs. Xia saw some differences in the talismans.

"Lao Xia, Lao Xia, come and see, this talisman is somewhat similar to these words on the cloth, I think they seem to be written by a person?"

Wu Ziyu incorporated Fu Seal into his characters, so his characters do look somewhat similar to Fu Seal.

Xia Yuanshan put on his glasses, took a closer look, and nodded, "This does seem to be written by one person, you see that the seal in this talisman is completely done in one go, the middle stroke is not broken, it is completely walked down, and the thickness of the lines is basically the same." ”

Mrs. Xia also saw this, or she gave her wife a hint.

Just as the two of them were competing to watch and study these talismans, one of them suddenly spontaneously combusted without warning.

I saw only a trace of fire, and after spontaneous combustion, there was no ash left, as if this talisman seal did not exist at all.

Professor Xia and his wife saw the strange scene in front of them, and the two looked at each other.