Chapter 528: A small achievement of calligraphy

"Mom, until now, any other person who comes to ask for a character will be rejected," said Luo Binwang, in the Luofu courtyard of Yiwu, Wuzhou, and Luofu. Luo Binwang softly told his mother Luo Li: "From the New Year, to the present, the child's moist pen has been enough to spend decades in the daily expenses of the mansion. The child no longer wants to waste his time on the business of selling characters."

Since returning to Yiwu from Chang'an a few years ago, Luo Binwang discovered that the situation in his home had gradually recovered to the past. The fields that had just returned were washed away by the flood last year, and the harvest in the field was not lost at all. The family had to give the tenants a case that had previously agreed upon and take into account the daily expenses of the family. In less than half a year, the three uncles had used a lot of money to pay for the money they had previously paid. When Luo Binwang returned to his house, only half a tank of rice was left in the house.

If it weren't for the money that Luo Binwang brought behind him when he came back, at the end of the year, the three of them would probably not even be able to eat any meat or fish. Their three uncles wouldn't have time to see their jokes, let alone paying for food and money to help them.

Fortunately, there is no way out. After the New Year, when the money brought back by Luo Binwang was about to be used, Luo Binwang's calligraphy skills finally became a little successful. The characters he wrote were solemn and magnificent, like a stinging dragon on a plate, like a sword and crossbow, which was similar to "Liu's calligraphy", but it was unique and had its own characteristics.

Therefore, when his family was struggling and food and clothing were worried, Luo Binwang started to make a living that a literati could do, selling words for a few words.

Since the Lantern Festival in Wushangcheng Lantern Festival, Luo Binwang first revealed his handwriting in the market. Everyone who saw them was amazed by the special calligraphy of the characters. They all came forward to watch and sought out the words. The result of the mellow pen in one night was more than 200 texts, which was enough for their family to eat and drink for a month.

Therefore, since the Lantern Festival, every other month, when his family was struggling to get a pen again, Luo Binwang would go to the county to buy some pens and earn some household income. After selling dozens of calligraphy and paintings, Luo Binwang's calligraphy became more and more famous. More and more people wanted to ask for the ink treasures he wrote in his own hand. In recent months, Luo Binwang no longer set up a stall, and people often came to his home to ask for calligraphy, and the cost of pens was increasing. Especially the day before yesterday, someone actually used ten cents of silver to get five paintings at once, which increased the remaining money in Luo's mansion to hundreds of cents of traffic. At the same time, Luo Binwang had the desire to finish his pen.

Selling characters to make money is not the right way. In the past, selling characters on the street was forced by life and forced by food and clothing, and it would not be verbal. But now, there is no worries about food and clothing, and it is a little rich. If you still make profits, if you enter the official position in the future, you will be ridiculed by others.

"Even if my son doesn't say it, my mother will also be dissuaded," Luo Li glanced at his son lovingly and said, "You should not do it for a business. With my son's talent and knowledge, I will become an official in the future. How can I spend all my time on this radical path?"

"I saw that your father's three years of filial piety have passed, and now my son should read and review the past to try the big test for the next year." Luo Li said sadly: "Did your father's greatest wish during his lifetime be to see Ah Man become a talented official and shine on his family?"

Everything is inferior, but only reading is high.

If the family had not been too financially struggling before the New Year, relying solely on her daily silk weaving income would not be enough to support her family. Luo Li said that she would not let her eldest son sell words on the street, which would attract others to laugh at her.

"Ah Man knows, please rest assured. There will be a place for children in the next year's science list!" Luo Binwang sat there, exuding a strong sense of confidence, which infected Luo Li's heart.

"Also, mother," said Luo Binwang, looking up at Luo Li, and hesitantly said softly: "Now the family has enough money and food, and they have no worries about food and clothing. If you are taking care of it for five or ten years, you will not be in financial difficulties anymore. So, Ah Man thought, go out for a trip to Chang'an and visit your master's wife. After so long, I don't know if your master's wife and others have any information."

As soon as the "Liu Family Tea House" opened, the reputation of "Sanyuan Tea" became famous. Luo Binwang was constantly thinking in his heart whether his master and his wife had returned safely? Is this "Liu Family Tea House" run by his master? If it weren't for the situation at home that he had always been worried, as early as early April, when he heard the name of "Sanyuan Tea", Luo Binwang thought of starting a journey to Chang'an and going to Sanyuan to find out what was going on.

"Grandpa, how do you think of this paper calligraphy?" Su Chenxi, with a passionate handwriting of calligraphy, which had not been completely dried, came to the study where Su Bingren was, lay the paper flat in front of Su Bingren, and asked his grandfather softly.

"Well, the shape is similar but the spirit is not good. Xi'er has retreated a lot in the attainment of "Liu's calligraphy". Putting down the thin book in her hand, Old Su shook the dry and white beard on her chin, looked at the handwriting on the table, and couldn't help but shake her head slightly. It was more than a little worse than what Su Chenxi wrote before.

"Huh?" Old Su's old hand was stroking his beard and paused a little. His eyes couldn't help but concentrate on the paper in front of him, and murmured softly: "This pen, this shape and habit, are all very different from the past. Can't it be that the handwriting on this paper was written by Xi'er? However, the ink trace is still wet, so it should be the first writing. If it weren't for Xi'er, who else could have such attainments in this mansion?"

Although the calligraphy on paper cannot be compared with Su Chenxi's previous writings, the skills in this writing are also quite good, and not everyone can easily write them out. Thinking of this, Su Bingren couldn't help but flicked his brows, turned his head and looked at his precious granddaughter. Seeing that she was sniping, he asked her softly: "Xi'er, who is the calligraphy on paper written by this calligraphy on paper?"

"Not to mention who wrote this, Xi'er wanted grandpa to say it first, what does grandpa think about this word? But can it still be my eyes on grandpa?" Without directly answering Su Bingren's question, Su Chenxi asked grandpa in a coquettish voice.

"Well, if this word is not written by you, it can be considered to be of the upper hand. The writers have at least ten years of accomplishment in calligraphy." Su Bingren looked at the handwriting on the paper carefully again. The strokes were straight and vertical, and the characters were full and straight. If he had not been immersed in the calligraphy, this "Liu's Calligraphy" would never have learned such a similar shape.

"Ten years?" Su Chenxi looked at her grandfather happily, suddenly turned around, and said to Bajiao, the maid behind her, "Bajiao, have you heard it? Grandpa said you have practiced calligraphy for at least ten years, haha..."

"Well? Why, the handwriting on this paper was written by Bajiao?!" After understanding the meaning of his precious granddaughter's words, Su Bingren looked surprised, so he turned his head and looked at Bajiao. Seeing Bajiao lowering his head, his face was a little flushed, and there was a little joy and excitement on his face, and there was no intention of denying it.

Is it true?

But, how is this possible?

I remember that when Bajiao first entered the mansion last year, although she knew how to read, the characters she wrote were very ordinary. She obviously had never practiced calligraphy. How long has it been, how could she make such great progress?

Could it be that she is like Xier, and she is also a genius in calligraphy? Su Bingren touched her chin and looked at Bajiao for a moment, and couldn't help but shake her head slightly. Time was too short, and it was impossible. Even Xier, who was more talented in calligraphy since childhood than ordinary people, and was able to achieve today's achievements, was only achieved through hard work and hard work, and she polished hundreds of brushes.

"That's natural. If grandpa doesn't believe it, you can ask Bajiao to write another copy for grandpa!" After saying that, without waiting for Su Bingren to agree or objection, Su Chenxi turned his head and winked at Bajiao, took two steps forward, pulled Bajiao and pushed her to the desk, and the four ready-made study treasures were for her use, and asked her to write another copy of words.

"In this way, Bajiao will be ugly. If you don't write well, don't blame the old man and the lady!" Bajiao was never the kind of person who knew how to be shy. She would not miss the opportunity to show such a performance. After bent down and bowed to their old man and the lady, she picked up her pen and started writing seriously and generously.

The old man had already left with the yellow crane, and there was no Yellow Crane Tower here.

The yellow crane never returns, and the white clouds are gone for thousands of years.

The clear rivers reveal the trees in Hanyang, and the fragrant grass covers the Parrot Island.

Where is the village at dusk? The smoke and waves on the river make people sad.

The poems Liu Yi mentioned on the Yellow Crane Tower were rewritten word by word. The words were like a knife cut, and the traces were like steep peaks. The dragon and snake wandered around, and it was actually similar to the poem written by Liu Yi in the Yellow Crane Tower and in front of the poem inscribed pavilion.

"Did you see it, grandpa? Is it the same handwriting as the one Xier just brought?" Compared to Su Bingren's surprise, Su Chenxi looked proud and contented. With half a year of persistence and hard work, he finally achieved some amazing results today. Not everyone can do it.
Chapter completed!