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It just so happens that that friend, like him, likes calligraphy.

Especially like calligraphy and painting.

The old man originally wanted to give antique calligraphy and paintings.

But it seems too tacky.

Because of that friend's money.

Unless it is very rare calligraphy and painting, the other party is not rare at all.

What's more, the children of the elderly must have the same idea.

Send it yourself.

Just old fashioned.

So, he decided to be creative.

Not for the ancients.

Send some current calligraphy works.

The old man found a lot of calligraphers.

But not so satisfied.

Calligraphy is not as good as his own, so I can't get it out.

At this moment, Zhou Rui's calligraphy came into his eyes.

Its characters are strict and unconstrained, easy but not out of the rules. The official script is like a master with a crown and sword, discussed above the temple;

So when he saw Zhou Rui's works, the old man suddenly became concerned.

So, next, the old man asked Sister Li about it.

After receiving Zhou Rui's information, the old man inquired about the address of Chongbao Village, prepared some and came directly over.

Facts have proved that Zhou Rui's reputation in Chongbao Village is really resounding.

After asking others, they knew where Zhou Rui was.

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After hearing this, Zhou Rui couldn't help being taken aback.

He really didn't expect that the other party came to ask for words.

"Old man, you can't make a mistake, right?" Father Zhou couldn't believe it.

He knew that his son's calligraphy was good-looking, but it was just good-looking.

Father Zhou doesn't understand art at all.

Zhou Rui couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard Zhou's father put him down in such a way.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My son's handwriting is good." Zhou's mother was not happy.

"Old man, come, you drink tea", Zhou's mother was so happy, and added tea and water for the old man.

"Old man, look, how much does my son's calligraphy cost?" Compared with other things, Zhou's mother still cares about this.

Zhou Rui rolled his eyes when he heard Zhou Mu's words.

My mother-in-law is here.

Can we stop mentioning money all the time?

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Zhou Rui has never experienced the suffering of Zhou's father and Zhou's mother.

A penny stumps the hero.

Only people who have experienced it.

Only then did I realize how difficult it is to make money.

will be more cherished.

The old man looked at Zhou's mother, "If you say the price, I can give one hundred for one word."

"One hundred, that's a lot." Zhou's mother's eyes lit up. If her son wrote a hundred words, it would be ten thousand.

It's too easy to make money.

In fact, Mother Zhou thought too much!

Chapter 404

Seeing Zhou Mu's ecstatic look, Zhou Rui couldn't help rolling his eyes.

He really wanted to ask Zhou's mother, "Mom, you are not short of money, why are you so excited?"

But Zhou Rui didn't ask after all.

But if you don't ask, you don't ask.

There are some things that Zhou Rui has to pour cold water on Zhou Mu.

"Mom, what are you talking about? My calligraphy will not be sold." Zhou Rui will not let his calligraphy become a tool for making money.

He does not need it.

Seeing her son's resolute look, Zhou's mother wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.

"Okay, Mom won't talk anymore." Zhou's mother also knew that Zhou Rui didn't need to sell calligraphy to live.

But upon hearing this, the face of the old man who came to buy calligraphy changed.

This does not mean that his plan has failed.

"Little brother, is the price inappropriate? We can discuss it later." The old man really wanted to get Zhou Rui's calligraphy.

In addition to giving it to an old friend as a gift, he also wants to collect a pair.

This has nothing to do with whether Zhou Rui is famous or not.

It's an old man who really likes Zhou Rui's calligraphy.

"Old man, you don't need to say, my calligraphy will not be sold. For me, writing is used to cultivate sentiment. If it is reduced to a tool for making money, what's the fun? I know if you like calligraphy, but I think you should be able to understand me." Zhou Rui looked at the old man.

In ancient times, many literati were forced to make a living, selling calligraphy and paintings, and then subsidized their families.

The famous Zheng Banqiao and Tang Yin seem to have done such things.

It's just that one is for living and the other is for buying wine.

For literati, if it is not because of helplessness, no one will do this.

Because I will feel sorry for you mentally.

This kind of thing may be unbelievable in modern times.

After all, if you have money, you don't make a bastard.

But in ancient times, it was true.

Think of Cao Xueqin and other literati.

Some people nowadays can only say that they pay too much attention to money.

Touching porcelain, extorting people...

Don't say that Zhou Rui is rich, even if he has no money, as long as he doesn't starve to death.

He will not be reduced to the point of selling words.

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After hearing Zhou Rui's words, the old man couldn't help but nodded.

"Young man, you are right, but I was wrong," the old man sighed.

"I shouldn't have used money to impress you in the first place, how about this?" The old man pondered for a moment.

"I really like your handwriting very much. I don't want to give up. How about I exchange it with you?" The old man took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

"What is this?" Zhou Rui couldn't help being taken aback.

"This is a pocket watch. Although it's not very valuable, it's not bad. It's also good for collection as a gadget. I'll use this thing to exchange a picture of you. What do you think?" The old man looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and then put Put it on the table.

"Old man, what are you doing?" Looking at the pocket watch on the table, Zhou Rui's expression couldn't help but change.

"What's the difference between you and giving me money?" Zhou Rui looked at the old man, intending to take a step back, "Old man, do you really like my calligraphy so much?"

"I really like it very much," the old man nodded.

"Well, let me send you a letter," Zhou Rui said after thinking for a while.

Some people say that Zhou Rui is generous.

In fact, this is not a question of generosity at all.

He only gives to people he approves of.

For those he does not approve of, a thousand dollars will not be exchanged.

What's more, Zhou Rui didn't feel how valuable his writing was, so he could see it clearly when he went to his study.

On the desk and in the trash can, there are all calligraphy practiced by Zhou Rui.

When Zhou Rui is free, he likes to write two sheets.

So the entire room is filled with his calligraphy.

a lot of.

"No." Hearing Zhou Rui's words, the old man couldn't help but waved his hands.

"I don't like to accept other people's things for no reason, let alone we are not familiar with each other." It's not that the elderly don't like to accept other people's things for no reason, but they don't want to owe Zhou Rui favors because of it.

You know, money is easy to pay back, but favors are not so easy to pay back.

The old man didn't want to owe Zhou Rui favors.

"This pocket watch is just a gift from me, and you just need to give me a pair of calligraphy and painting."

Zhou Rui nodded, "That's fine, just listen to you, it's just right, I haven't practiced calligraphy today, so let's start with you."

"Great, can I go in and have a look?" The old man couldn't help but smile.

"Can".

Then, Zhou Rui, the old man and Lin Qingya walked into the study.

This study was remodeled by Zhou Rui himself.

It used to be a grocery room, and there were a lot of farm tools in it, such as hoes (board sticks), rakes (grabbing hooks), brooms, dustpans, etc. Later, Zhou Rui tidied them up and put them in the hut outside.

At this time, on the floor of the study, there were a few blank sheets of paper scattered.

There are words written on the paper.

The old man saw this and picked up one of them.

Seeing this, his eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

I saw a poem written on it - the moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground...

What excited the old man was Zhou Rui's words.

"Good handwriting, good handwriting." The old man looked at the words on the paper with a satisfied look on his face.

This word is more elegant than the words in the last prescription.

Zhou Rui put the things on the table aside, and then took out a piece of good rice paper.

"Old man, tell me, what word do you want?" Beside Zhou Rui, Lin Qingya skillfully took out a high-grade ink stone from a box.

Then he took the stone inkstone and began to grind it.

Take it easy.

Very regular.