Nie Xiaoqian came out of the Li family's ghost house, and her ghost was floating, carrying a bamboo basket to the Siyizhai of Wang family without touching it.

The friend of Siyizhai is also named Wang, and his name is Wang Xun, and his name is Ling Feng. He is separated from the Wang family for many generations. He can barely be considered a bit of a relationship.

Wang Xun went to a private school for two years. Because he really lacked the talent for studying and his family was not well off, he did not continue to go to school when he was 15 years old. His father walked into the path of the Wang family who was closer to him and found him a job as an errand runner in this bookstore.

He is diligent and honest, and he is also literate. After a few years, he learned the ability to write and calculate, but he took on most of the Siyizhai's work.

Mr. Wang was like an idol of clay sculptures in a temple. He only sat in the store and had few directors. Even if some writers came, he would come forward.

After all, I have been reading for decades and have read books. Although the articles are so painful that even ghosts are reluctant to read them, they still have some vision.

Over the years, I have taken a fancy to many good Shiwen and Cihua books, which has helped Siyizhai make a lot of money.

However, because of making money, he became more and more noble and self-righteous, and was obedient and stubborn. He could not knead half a grain of sand in his eyes, and he could not tolerate others' disobedience. Even Wang Xun was an old friend in the store, and he did not dare to speak loudly in front of him.

Wang Xun was busy removing dust with a feather duster. After his eyes, he caught a soft shadow walking quietly from the darkness and couldn't help but look back. When the true face of the beautiful shadow appeared under the light, the simple and spring plum blossomed in snow, and the brilliance of autumn chrysanthemums was astonished by the frost, he was stunned. He was suddenly there, and his mouth was so surprised that he could not close.

Nie Xiaoqian entered the shop and saluted him slightly. The feather duster in his hand fell off his hand and made a slap. Then he woke up from his dream. He remembered that this was his eldest lady's friend who was as affectionate as sisters, and suddenly became panicked.

I wanted to hide this panic with a smile, but I didn't know that laughing was even worse than crying. I was at a loss and rushed into the inner room that was separated by a curtain.

Wang Xun rushed into the inner room and shouted to Wang Fuzhi: "Master, Master, guests, there are guests, and there are guests."

Mr. Wang was squinting his eyes and leaning in front of the lights, reading a book attentively. When he heard the shopkeeper call him a few times, he felt the noise was so loud that he waved his hand impatiently, and he didn't raise his head and said the word "sitting" as he signaled that since he was a customer, he would find a seat to sit by himself and wait for him to finish reading the book.

At this time, those who can come to Siyizhai are those who have written a few sour articles to sell articles.

The scholar who is at this level is not Qiancuoda. The Qiancuoda in Guobei County is really like a crucian carp in the river. There are countless people who can't even say hello to him, so he can have a seat in the store. Mr. Wang thought he was already very proud of his face.

Nie Xiaoqian has been dead once. Although she couldn't smile often, she was open-minded when encountering things. Through the curtain, she saw Master Wang calm inside as if she was still moving as a mountain. She didn't raise her head and called the word "sitting". She didn't feel any anger at being underestimated. She didn't secretly scold the old master in her heart for "a poor and big bone-like appearance, and the face of a farmer."

She just put the bamboo basket aside when she heard this, found a seat to sit down, and quietly felt the feeling of waving her body that made her feel comfortable.

If she hadn't clamped the magic formula of "Taiyin Shape Refining Method", she would have almost no idea that this subtle transformation, strengthening and condensing would have been too weak.

So far, she didn't know what it was, but she just came out of the Li family's ghost house and walked here. The feeling of waving seemed to be a little stronger.

But Wang Xun, the friend of Siyizhai, couldn't invite Master Wang in the middle and came out in shame.

Nie Xiaoqian realized that the last time she had a thorn hairpin dress, and her image was too incompetent, so she changed her outfit this time, with a long cloud bun, a long hair covering her forehead, a white silver-crystal skirt with gardenia and white silver-crystal skirt, a dizzy ink, and a graceful eyes that weaved rain and smoke, like a clear and gentle Song lyrics, with a mysterious and indifferent atmosphere and a weak and elegant spirit.

In Wang Xun's eyes, it was too brilliant, which made Siyizhai's entire bright hall, which made him so excited that he didn't even dare to raise his head and dared not look at Nie Xiaoqian for a longer time, as if he would be blinded by a glance.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was immersed in trying to figure out what the particle that was transforming and strengthening his own ghost was, but was almost empty, naturally did not notice the tiptoe of the shop's shop's creeping, and did not dare to show his vigor, for fear of disturbing Fairy Guanghan and shooting the divine man.

After such a long time, Siyizhai was so quiet that the needle could be heard, and only the sound of the call of the wind blowing in from outside was heard.

Until Mr. Wang, who was holding the book in both hands, moved, and took a sip of the tea bowl with his left hand. Because it was too cold, he still shouted at Wang Xun, who was busy outside without raising his head.

"Tea."

Wang Xun quickly put down the feather duster he picked up at some point in his hand, walked to the compartment and raised a steaming teapot, went in and poured a bowl for Master Wang, and looked out, and his eyes passed through Nie Xiaoqian's side. He suddenly realized that he rushed to the compartment like a whirlwind. After washing, burning and burning, he brought it out and pouring her a bowl.

Because the whole process was too nervous, I forgot to say something polite like "How negligence" and quickly avoided it.

After a while, the sound of the inner room sounded again. Mr. Wang finally finished reading the pages of the books, and walked out seriously with a small tuft of goat beards on his chin.

He didn't see Wang Xun outside the store. The wrinkles on his face were about to break out. Seeing Nie Xiaoqian who couldn't sit still beside him, he frowned. He was displeased, but he still cleared his throat and said two words: "Please sit."

Nie Xiaoqian raised her head slightly when she was pondering. When she heard Master Wang’s behavior, she was not happy or cramped. Instead, she stood up and gave a little blessing in the name of respecting the elderly, and then followed Master Wang to the inside.

In terms of hospitality, the inner room is more grander than the outer room.

Master Wang asked Nie Xiaoqian to sit in the inner room, then went outside and asked Wang Xun to bring the tea in. Xiyan said two more words: "Please tea."

After the hospitality method was done, he came out.

Mr. Wang was the leader of a fasting, so naturally he was not so pedantic that a woman was virtuous if she had no talent. However, he believed that a woman would show up all day long, write the article to sell it, and compete with a man for profit, which was really inappropriate.

What's more, the novel "Cihua" is just a little douer, and he cannot enter the elegant hall.

However, the "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Seal" written by Nie Xiaoqian is very good to sell. It engraved two volumes, 2 taels of silver, sold hundreds of sets, and the rental business is also done well. After deducting the cost, the profit is as high as several hundred taels, which makes him unable to entertain Nie Xiaoqian with the highest standard hospitality method of Siyizhai.

Master Wang was a little confused about when the world had changed to this way, and when he was ecstatic for this, Wang Xun came up and whispered in his ear: "Master, Mo Bao."

It turns out that Siyizhai has a rule that as long as you sell articles in Siyizhai, you will ask the other party to leave a pair of calligraphy as usual. First, it is to contact friendship, and second, if the seller is in high school in the future, Siyizhai will also have a good reputation for knowing people when he gets a store treasure.

He turned around and glared at Wang Xun with some anger, because he had never thought about asking Nie Xiaoqian to write an inscription for Siyizhai. Humph, a woman who wrote some small novels, would she leave any ink treasures.

However, the novels written by Nie Xiaoqian are very good, which is obvious to all. Mr. Wang firmly believes that without rules, he cannot make a square and round. If he doesn't want to break this rule, he will break this rule himself. In the end, Wang Xun can only go to the inner room to explain the matter, serve the pen and ink, and ask Nie Xiaoqian to write inscriptions.

Mr. Wang sat behind the counter, took a notebook, and prepared to make a clean look.

But before he could open it, Wang Xun walked out with something. He glanced at him and saw Wang Xun's expression of excitement in his eyebrows. He couldn't help but feel even more angry: "It's not enough to take a cup of tea, and it's obvious that he's perfunctory. He really doesn't want to be a son of humanity."

Wang Xun didn't understand why the Master always acted like this to the eldest lady's close friend, Miss Nie's family, and plucked up the courage to ask back: "When I say to Master, Miss Nie's family is quick-witted and has a pen that leans on a horse. It doesn't take too long to have a couplet."

The so-called "slim pen" refers to the quick thinking of writing, the topic can be written immediately, and it can be written very quickly and well.

Of course, Master Wang didn't believe the description of Wang Xun's pen and his horse. Although the book written by the lady of the Nie family was popular in the county, in his opinion, it was just a woman in a small county town with long hair and short knowledge, and she had never seen a real good article.

"Take it."

Master Wang was quite unhesitant and ordered Wang Xun to bring the inscriptions, and after reading them, he prepared to teach the young man in this shop who was fascinated by a woman and was extremely unconscious.

Wang Xun was quite resentful and wanted to argue, but under the pressure of power in Master Wang's hands, he had to carefully present the inscription in his hands. In fact, he also wanted to let the magic treasure of Miss Nie's family in his hands shock Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang's eyes fell on the black and white words, and the first thing he saw was the words.

But every word is clear and refreshing, with thick and light like clouds and smoke. The strokes are round and flowing, and sometimes converge and sometimes release, which can contain and expand, and embody strength in beauty and beauty, with elegant and gentle rhyme.

"Good words, really good words."

Before Master Wang could see the meaning of the characters, he only looked at the shape of the characters, and just glanced at them, and couldn't help but praise them in his heart. Because there were not many people in the countryside who could write such good characters.

"Learn knowledge is all about knowledge in the world, and understanding human feelings is about articles."

After savoring the shape of the characters and reading the meaning of the characters, Mr. Wang couldn't help but recite it when his heart was shocked.

Wang Xun's eyes were staring at Master Wang. Hearing Master Wang's unconscious recitation of this couplet, he saw his orange-skinned old face flushed, and he looked a little uneasy as if flowing water was uneasy.

I didn't know that Mr. Wang was already a little crazy when he was thinking about this couplet, because the more he thought about it, the more he felt that every word in this couplet was vulgar, but every word contained the truth.

When I finally figured out these two sentences, I found out that what Shi Gong Tai said was, King Wen was imprisoned and performed the "Book of Changes"; Zhongnie wrote the "Spring and Autumn Annals", Qu Yuan exiled him to write "Li Sao", Zuo Qiu's blindness and insight into the first-class lessons of "Mandarin" and gave it all in a thorough way.

If there weren't a hill and valley in my heart and a huge atmosphere, how could I say such a shocking saying to everyone?

However, this was written by a young woman he looked down upon before.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang's red face became hot, and turned from red to blue and white: "How is this possible, how is this possible?"

"Teacher, Master?" Wang Xun saw Master Wang like this, for fear that he would be hysterical and fell down. He quickly supported him and called out.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang suddenly woke up and broke free from his support. He also repeatedly ordered: "Hurry, please ask Miss Nie to take a seat, go to the guest room, and serve fragrant tea."

(It's a new week in a blink of an eye. Dear book friends, are there any recommendation votes?)
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