A car accident, our family of three crossed

"Dean Cao, you must know that your former students can write in more than one font, right?" Shopkeeper Lu stepped forward and said, "From this, it seems that Dean Cao doesn't know enough about his former students!"

"What, what do you mean?" Dean Cao was puzzled.

"What I mean is that this Hang Tongsheng can write in many different fonts. As far as I know, he can write in at least three different fonts."

Shopkeeper Lu boasted a lot, and at this time, he did not forget to attract some business for himself, "Speaking of which, our Wanjuan Bookstore currently has a lot of handwritten books in different fonts by Hang Tongsheng. If you are interested, you can go to Wanjuan Bookstore to borrow or buy them at any time. Lu is always waiting for your visit."

As soon as these words were spoken, a group of people in the hall immediately started to make a fuss.

"That's great, I'll go buy it tomorrow."

"I'll go check it out tomorrow."

"Then I, Lu, would like to thank you all in advance." Shopkeeper Lu bowed to everyone in the hall and finally made another advertisement, "Whatever you can think of, Wanjuan Bookstore has it."

"You'd better have some shame! Aren't you ashamed to attract business for yourself in my place?" Shopkeeper Liu stepped forward to interrupt him. If he continued to brag like this, he wouldn't be afraid of being slapped in the face.

Shopkeeper Lu didn't care either. He chuckled and said, "No conflict, no conflict."

"Humph! Shameless." Shopkeeper Liu sneered, then walked up to Hang Shuheng and said, "Since someone has raised doubts, I wonder if Hang Tongsheng can write another couplet to convince those who doubt you."

"Why not."

Hang Shuheng readily accepted it. Isn't it just a slap in the face? He is quite good at this kind of thing.

Shopkeeper Liu turned around and told the waiter in charge to go down and prepare. Soon, he led a few waiters onto the stage side by side.

Each person held a tray in his hand, on which were placed pens, ink, and a blank scroll.

"Mr. Hang, please come in!" Shopkeeper Liu made an inviting gesture.

Hang Shuheng nodded slightly, walked onto the stage, and without saying anything more, picked up his pen and wrote a complete couplet on the blank scroll.

First Couplet: From the Wangjiang Tower, look at the river flow; from the Wangjiang Tower one looks at the river flow; the Jiang Tower is eternal, and the river flow is eternal.

Second line: Yingyue Lake, reflecting the moon’s shadow, the moon’s shadow is reflected in Yingyue Lake, the moon lake lasts for ten thousand years, and the moon’s shadow lasts for ten thousand years.

After finishing writing, he moved to the next tray one by one and wrote the same couplet on each blank scroll in different fonts.

After finishing each painting, the boy would display it in front of everyone for everyone to see until he finished the last one.

On the stage, the judges, led by Mr. Shen, also moved along with his movements, witnessing every word he wrote from beginning to end.

After Hang Shuheng finished writing the last piece, he demonstrated it personally. He first showed it in front of Dean Cao and said, "Master Cao, this is the font that I often used in the past. It is also the handwriting you are familiar with." After he said that, he handed it to the waiter to take it to the front of the stage for display.

Dean Cao was completely speechless at this time. He couldn't help but secretly resent Hang Shuheng in his heart that he had been hiding his incompetence throughout his time in Hongyuan Academy.

No wonder he was so arrogant after just passing the imperial examination. He even looked down on his daughter when she was betrothed to him.

Mr. Shen took the couplet from one of the young men and nodded in appreciation. "This couplet is in the same font as the one you used to answer the question just now. You are so young, but you are able to integrate different fonts at the same time. Young man, how did you do it?"

"Thank you for the compliment, old sir."

Hang Shuheng was not overly modest, but used his cheap father-in-law as a shield again, "When students were young, they started to learn late, and they had too many thoughts and could not calm down. They could not concentrate on the books. At that time, the teacher punished the students by making them copy large characters in different fonts. Over time, their handwriting improved, their temperament became more stable, and they were able to absorb the knowledge in the books."

"Well done, well done!" Mr. Shen kept clapping his hands in applause. He had been teaching for half his life and had never thought of using such a method. Perhaps he could learn from it in the future. "I wonder if you could introduce this teacher to me?"

Hang Shuheng shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that this teacher is no longer alive."

Mr. Shen sighed and said with regret, "Alas! What a pity."

Afterwards, Mr. Shen gave Hang Shuheng several pairs in a row to test him, and he matched them all skillfully.

The old man stroked his beard and nodded continuously, his eyes full of admiration. This young man is a promising talent!

"I wonder which academy you are in now?"

"Old sir, students are now studying at home."

Mr. Shen was stunned when he heard this. It turned out that this young man was not studying in an academy now. But then he thought again, it made sense. With this young man's talent and insights, I'm afraid that an ordinary academy would not be able to teach him anything.

"Next year when you pass the imperial examination, I will wait for you at the county school."

As we all know, only those who pass the examination for a scholar are eligible to study in the county school, and Mr. Shen's words clearly show that he is very optimistic about Hang Shuheng.

"Then I will take advantage of your good wishes, sir." Hang Shuheng bowed humbly.

Shopkeeper Liu walked up to the stage and said loudly, "Everyone, Hang Tongsheng has proved his innocence with his actual actions. Does anyone have any objections?"

The audience suddenly fell silent. What objection could they have? Even if they were asked to write, they couldn't write anything!

"Since no one has any objection, the prize for tonight will belong to Hang Tongsheng."

The waiter in charge tactfully presented the Seven-Star and Moon Hairpin to Shopkeeper Liu, who took it and then solemnly handed it to Hang Shuheng.

There was a burst of congratulations at the scene.

Zhou Ting slowly walked to Hang Shuheng and stood beside him, smiling, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "People should have some self-knowledge! Brother Shuheng, I am inferior to you."

Everyone knew who was slapped in the face by that statement of self-knowledge.

The prize had already been won, so Hang Shuheng and Zhou Ting did not linger any longer. They greeted the elders present and walked up the stairs to Wangjiang Tower.

As soon as he returned to the private room, Yangyang jumped up and down and greeted him excitedly, "Daddy, Daddy, did you win?"

Hang Shuheng picked up the little guy and shook a slender brocade box in his hand, "It's a must. Daddy must win."

"Wow! Daddy is awesome!" Yangyang took the box with both hands, then struggled to get off the ground, ran to Song Ning and said, "Look, mom, Daddy has brought you a gift. Daddy is awesome, isn't he?"

Song Ning couldn't help laughing, tapped the little guy's nose and said with a smile: "Yes! Your father is the best."