"Zhang, Zhang, Zhang Yanwang!"

Zhang Xiaojing took Yu Zhigan into a shop with words hanging. When the shopkeeper inside saw Zhang Xiaojing, he immediately opened his mouth wide and stuttered and shouted Zhang Xiaojing's nickname.

"Okay, I won't be asking for trouble today. Do you collect calligraphy and paintings? Today I bring my friends to sell things!" After Zhang Xiaojing finished speaking, he sat directly on a chair.

The shopkeeper immediately ran out from behind the counter and stood in front of Zhang Xiaojing: "That Mr. Zhang, this chair cannot be made. You and your friends come inside to make it. Xiao Lu, let's watch the tea for Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhang's friends!"

After saying that, he carried Zhang Xiaojing to the inner hall. Yu Zhigan looked at Zhang Xiaojing curiously: "You are so famous in Chang'an City?"

Zhang Xiaojing smiled: "These shops seem to be selling calligraphy, paintings and antiques, but they often have to come over to investigate cases. They didn't cooperate at first, but later they broke too much, and they cooperated, which became the current virtue!"

Yu Zhigan quietly gave Zhang Xiaojing a thumbs up. It is really not easy for this guy to survive in Chang'an City. There must be major shareholders behind such stores. Zhang Xiaojing dares to smash them, which shows his courage.

"I wonder what calligraphy and paintings Zhang's friend is going to take? At which period and which celebrity belongs to!"

When you enter the inner hall, the layout looks much more grand, and there are some famous calligraphy and paintings hanging around it. A waiter immediately quits after serving tea, which is a bit like a teahouse that later generations talk about.

"Look at how much these two characters are worth!"

After Yu Zhigan said that, he handed over his two words. The boss carefully took them, opened the roll outside, and pulled out one of them.

"Suck!" When the boss opened the first font and saw the content, he took a deep breath. How do you say the font on it? Basically, anyone who has read the book can write it out. He glanced at Zhang Xiaojing secretly and muttered in his heart: "Isn't this King of Yan Zhang here to smash the situation!"

However, when he opened the entire scroll of words, he saw the final signature and couldn't help but tremble. He secretly looked at Yu Zhigan who was drinking tea, hung up the words, and then bowed to Yu Zhigan: "I wonder how much is this young man going to sell this words?"

Yu Zhi took a sip of tea and almost didn't spew it out. What's this tea? But seeing Zhang Xiaojing sucking leisurely, he could only endure all kinds of mixed smells rolling in his mouth. Finally, he swallowed it, and then said for a while: "How much can you give!"

"Young Master, wait, I need to take a look at this character!"

After saying that, he opened the second sub-word brought by Yu Zhigan, and the corners of the shopkeeper's eyes twitched slightly. It turned out that the same was true. The whole piece of characters would not be sold at all if it weren't the last big seal.

After hanging the two characters, the boss pondered for a while: "These two characters with small characters are not sure how much they can be sold, but if the young master is willing to publish them, the young master is willing to buy them 500 taels per character. What do you think?"

"So cheap?"

Zhang Xiaojing glanced at the boss and pointed to a letter hanging outside: "I remember that word was written by a man from the previous dynasty. You sold three thousand taels, why is the word "The Prince" worth five hundred taels!"

When the shopkeeper heard Zhang Xiaojing's words, a little sweat broke out on his forehead: "Well, that painting is a work by Zhang Yuanwai of the previous dynasty. Zhang Yuanwai's calligraphy is hard to find in the Shilin, so the price has always been high!"

At the same time, the shopkeeper shouted in his heart: "This is the word "the prince", but it is too ugly. Except for those who want to make relationships with the prince, who is willing to buy this word? Five hundred taels are already very high!"

Zhang Xiaojing couldn't hear the words in the shopkeeper's mind, but took a sip of tea and said lightly: "What do you mean is the prince's word, isn't as good as the Zhang Yuanwai's word?"

"I don't dare to do this, but this word. I can only offer this price. Is it better than you to go to another house to see?"

Zhang Xiaojing wanted to say something else, but Yu Zhi stopped him: "That boss, not the shopkeeper, don't be excited, I'll ask you, if there is no such seal, how much is this letter worth?"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "I don't dare to comment on His Highness the Crown Prince privately, this is going to be punished!"

"Don't worry, the heaven knows the earth knows it, you know me, we don't say it, you don't say it, no one knows it!"

After hearing this, the shopkeeper looked around and bit, "Since that's the case, I'm brave. How can I say this word "The Prince's Prince"? It should be the work of the prince when he was young. Look at the soft pen here, and here... The general word "Scholar" is better than that of His Royal Highness. If this word does not have a large seal, I will take back at most three cents. The three cents are still considered as the best rice paper!"

After hearing what the shopkeeper said, even Yu Zhi fucked this guy with a thicker face than the city wall, and he couldn't help but blush. He didn't expect that his words would be so unbearable. Zhang Xiaojing next to him almost laughed, but he forced himself to laugh.

"Ahem, that's OK. Since that's the case, it's not difficult for us to give you a gift from the shopkeeper. We won't sell these words. Zhang Xiaojing, let's go!"

"Yes, young master!"

After saying that, he glared at the boss: "What are you doing while standing there? Put away the words!"

In the alley outside the store.

"Hahahahaha!" Zhang Xiaojing was holding the wall and laughing loudly, while Yu Zhigan was smiling helplessly beside him.

"Dian, Your Highness, I, I, I don't laugh much, really, really, I can't help it, hahaha!" Zhang Xiaojing laughed for about five minutes, and finally stopped it.

"That highness, Caomin couldn't help it just now!"

Yu Zhi waved his hand: "It's okay, I think it's funny too!"

After all, it was not written by myself. Yu Zhi didn't feel that he was doing it too much. He waved his hand helplessly: "Let's go back and think of a new way. These words cannot be embarrassing!"

Yu Zhigan was thinking along the way. First of all, he definitely couldn't write it. The reason was very simple, because Yu Zhigan's handwriting was also very ugly.

"Your Highness, why don't you find someone who is good at writing and write, and then you can stamp it?"

Zhang Xiaojing also found out Yu Zhichang's temper. Yu Zhichang was not the kind of stingy person. Some harmless jokes made Yu Zhi not angry, so his mind began to become active, and all kinds of bad ideas kept popping up.

Hearing Zhang Xiaojing's prompt, Yu Zhi's eyes lit up: "This idea is good, but whose words look better?"

At this moment, a name suddenly appeared in the minds of Yu Zhigan and Zhang Xiaojing: "Lu Fengxian!"

"Go and find him!"

Now the sun is already westward, so you have to hurry up to make money, otherwise you may not be able to catch up. Yu Zhigan needs to get money before night, otherwise the entire East Palace will go hungry tomorrow.

Lu Bu is now lying comfortably in a room in the side hall, gently stroked the bedding on the bed with his hands, and took a deep breath: "So comfortable!"

Now Lu Bu is like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, everything is novel. Fortunately, modern people don’t have a circle of friends, otherwise, Lu Bu might have started to post his circle of friends.

"Bongxian, what are you doing!"

When Yu Zhigan and Zhang Xiaojing pushed the door and walked in, they saw Lu Bu rolling on the bed with a quilt in his arms.

"Ah, that prince, I'm here, I'm here, I'm trying this quilt is comfortable or not!"

"Okay, it's definitely uncomfortable. This kind of broken quilt is not as comfortable as a quilt. By the way, can you write it?"

Lu Bu immediately got up and sorted out his clothes: "Of course, Prince, I am a scholar!"

"I know you are a scholar, but I said you are good at writing or not!"

"Forehead!"

Lu Bu thought about it and found that his teacher's evaluation of his words seemed pretty good, so he felt confident: "My master praised me for being a good demeanor!"

"That's fine, go, go to my study and write something!"

After saying that, before Lu Bu could figure out the situation, he pulled Lu Bu into his study, spread out a good piece of rice paper, took out a pen and ink and pointed: "Write it!"

"Ah? Your Highness, what do you write?"

Lu Bu's eyes were now full of golden light. This is the best rice paper, and there is a saying that one piece of paper is one or two gold, as well as this brush, high-quality goods, and ink. Lu Bu felt a little dizzy. One day, he could write for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in such a place?

"Write whatever you want?"

"Write whatever you want?"

Lu Bu thought about it, took a deep breath, held his breath and began to wave his brush, while Yu Zhigan looked at what the so-called scholars with the style of a great scholar looked like.

"Zhang Xiaojing, can you understand?"

Zhang Xiaojing bit his teeth and frowned: "This, Prince Prince, you know I have never read any books. Being a bad coach also relies on military industry. To be honest, I don't know these words, so it may be some rare words!"

"Is that so? Then why don't I recognize you?" Yu Zhigan stared for a long time, but didn't recognize a word. Could it be that his body master's cultural level was too low? It shouldn't be.

After a few minutes, Lu Bu finally stopped. Yu Zhigan and Zhang Xiaojing looked over together: "Lu Bu, what are you writing?"

"Ah, I don't know either!"

"you do not know?"

"Yes, Your Highness asked me to write casually, but I just wrote casually. These are things I wrote because of my feelings. But after I finished writing, I forgot what I wrote!"

"Is your genie a goldfish? Is it a seven-second memory? Write it again for me, write it carefully!" Yu Zhigan almost jumped up and beat this guy up. I forgot the words written by your genie's front foot?

"What are you writing!" Lu Bu asked again. This time Yu Zhigan dared not say that he would write casually, otherwise he would know what this guy could write!

"I said, you write it! By the way, write it carefully for me. Is it the kind that everyone knows? If I don't recognize a word, I will chop your head!"

"yes!"

Lu Bu was intimidated by Yu Zhi, and nodded like a garlic.

"Zhang Xiaojing, what kind of words are usually more valuable? What do I mean is to write a sentence or a poem?"

"Poetry, I heard about Li Taibai's manuscript before, someone bids 4,000 taels of silver for a piece of paper!"

"Okay, then let's write poetry!"

Yu Zhigan is preparing to recite poems. As a time traveler, do you still have the face to say that he is a time traveler?

However, when Yu Zhigan was about to speak, he didn't know how to speak for a while. It seemed that he knew too much and didn't know what to recite for a while!

"Your Highness, what do you write?"

"Don't worry, I'll think about it!"

After saying that, Yu Zhigan began to quickly cross the memories in his mind, wanting to find out all the poems he learned in elementary school, junior high school, and high school, and then pick out one of them.

But humans have always been magical in their memory. When you need to memorize something, your memory will suddenly decline and you can't remember it at all. When you don't need it, it will jump out of your mind from time to time.

"Your Highness?" After a few minutes, Zhang Xiaojing also asked.

"Don't worry, something like good poem needs to be brewed, I want to do it!"

Yu Zhi thought for a long time, but he didn't expect that the right thing was. When he saw Zhang Xiaojing, he suddenly thought of a poem from the twelve hours of Chang'an. His eyes lit up and he coughed, "Listen, the jade is combed into a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons are hanging down. I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors!"

"How about it?"

After Yu Zhigan finished speaking, he couldn't help but like his wit, but it seemed that the author of this poem was from the Tang Dynasty, but now Yu Zhigan can't care so much. He only has the words, and it doesn't matter who wrote it in detail.

"good!"
To be continued...