Who cares about belated family affection? Family members beg for forgiveness

Lan Kexin was surrounded by the crowd, and she wrote the five big words "Don't bully the young and poor" in a hurry.

Linzhou saw Lan Kexin writing and collecting money at the same time.

He took the initiative to step forward and said: "Master, please concentrate on writing. Let me help you collect the money."

Wu Jian glanced at Linzhou.

This kid really knows how to handle things.

Are you squeezing forward so quickly?

"Master, just concentrate on writing. I'll lay out the paper for you. But don't forget to give us each a painting at the end. You won't be short of money."

Yang Shuo watched as more and more people gathered around him, and even passers-by squeezed in.

The teahouse, which was not big to begin with, was instantly packed.

Yang Shuo said, "You all want Miss Lan's calligraphy, right? Okay, don't make a scene, everyone, stand in line."

Miao Lei chimed in: "Yes, you all should line up. If you find it troublesome to line up, you can go upstairs and have a cup of tea. It won't be too late to come down and ask for calligraphy later."

Upon seeing this, the shopkeeper smiled and asked the waiter to entertain everyone attentively.

He directly announced: "Today's tea and water are all half price, you can enjoy it."

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Lan Kexin's hands were sore from writing, and she glanced at the shopkeeper.

He is a smart man. Even if it is halved, the shopkeeper can still make a lot of money today.

When Miss Hong, who was pushed outside the crowd, saw this scene, she was so angry that she stomped her feet.

She wanted to shout to stop their behavior, but she didn't dare to shout?

Because although his handwriting was beautiful, it was not half as good as Lan Kexin's.

Finally, she couldn't bear to watch it any longer and left angrily with her maid.

Lan Kexin's hands were sore and painful, while Linzhou and the others were having a great time collecting the money.

I wish I could keep Lan Kexin here and keep writing.

They can become the richest people in the world without having to work hard in their lifetime.

Seeing that there were so many people queuing behind, Lan Kexin smiled and discussed with them.

"How about this, you go back first, I will write when I have time, and you can go to the Marquis' Mansion to ask for calligraphy."

"No, I haven't seen it with my own eyes. How can I know if it was written by you? We want what you wrote."

"It's okay if you take your time writing. We'll wait. There's tea here."

Lan Kexin was speechless. You guys can drink leisurely, but I don’t have that!

She asked with a smile, "Why do you insist that I write it myself?"

The scholar standing at the front scratched his head embarrassedly.

"In addition to these five words inspiring us, the most important thing is Miss Lan's calligraphy. We want to take it back and copy it. This should be Miss Lan's original creation."

Lan Kexin didn't dare to take the credit for this.

"No, this is not my original invention. It was taught to me by an old gentleman."

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up!

"Where is that gentleman? Can we go and visit him?"

It was impossible to visit him, so Lan Kexin attributed the credit to an old man who had passed away in the mountain.

"Alas, it's a pity that he has passed away."

A look of disappointment appeared on everyone's face.

Then he urged Lan Kexin to write quickly.

Lan Kexin glanced at Wu Jian beside her.

"Go and see how many people are left?"

Wu Jian put down the work in his hands and quickly ran upstairs.

"Miss Lan, there are not many left. There are still 50 people. As long as we speed up, it will be quick."

Lan Kexin glanced at him. Her hands were sore now.

If there are 50 more people, then I need to write another 200 words.

If she had to write with one hand, wouldn't her hand be disabled?

She glanced at the shopkeeper and asked with a smile, "Shopkeeper, give me another pen."

Everyone couldn't help but look at her suspiciously.

The shopkeeper was equally puzzled: "Miss Lan, is that pen broken?"

Lan Kexin had no intention of explaining and asked:

"You can't even give me a pen?"

The shopkeeper chuckled and said that both he and Miss Lan were winners today.

It’s just a pen, how could he be reluctant to part with it?

The shopkeeper took out another pen and handed it to Lan Kexin.

She moved her wrists, held the pens on both sides at the same time, dipped them in ink, and started writing at the same time, starting the two-handed writing mode.

At this moment, everyone widened their eyes and found it incredible.

Is it so powerful?

The only thing that others were worried about was whether the handwriting would be different with both hands.

They want right-handed writing?

Wait for Lan Kexin to finish writing.

Their worries and fears were all dispelled.

At the same time, he looked at Lan Kexin in amazement.

"Miss Lan, you are so amazing."

The sight of writing with both hands immediately shocked Linzhou and the others so much that they froze.

They all looked at Lan Kexin in a daze.

He even forgot to take the cash register paper, and it was Lan Kexin who reminded Wu Jian.

"Put the paper on the table and stop standing there in a daze."

They just came to their senses.

I suddenly felt hurt and shocked.

The teacher whom they thought they looked down upon turned out to be a hidden talent.

They had previously dismissed her.

I think the emperor has made a mistake.

Only now did I realize how insignificant I was.

It seems that they will have no choice but to learn from now on.

Otherwise, when they go out in the future, not only will they be laughed at, but Miss Lan will also be laughed at.

Lan Kexin finally finished writing the last stroke.

I feel like my hands are not my own.

Very sour and astringent.

I glanced over and saw someone else passing by the teahouse.

Lan Kexin was so frightened that she quickly said, "Close the door of the teahouse first, boss. Open it after we leave."

Seeing Miss Lan looking so scared.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but laugh and shook his head: "Miss Lan, there is so much silver to collect, what are you afraid of? Alas, it's a pity that I can't do it."

When Lan Kexin saw the banknotes and silver, bubbles instantly appeared in front of her eyes.

If things continue like this, you won't be far from becoming a rich woman and living comfortably.

Haha~(￣▽￣～)~

However, hands are still needed.

She looked at the seven people behind her and motioned them to take the silver with them.

Those who see have a share.

It's impossible for me to keep it all by myself.

"Let's go and divide the money."

Linzhou was stunned and couldn't recover.

"Miss Lan, what do you mean by that?"

Lan Kexin: "Go and divide the money."

"Ah, you are not planning to share the silver with us, are you?" Wu Jian swallowed his saliva.

"What else? You don't want the silver?"

"Yes, of course I do." Miao Lei replied immediately.

"Miss Lan, we will all follow you from now on."

"Yes, we all followed you."

Seven people expressed their determination at the same time.

Lan Kexin stroked her chin and looked at them.

"Hey, it's not that easy to get along with me. If you don't get my approval, this will be your only chance."

They knew exactly what Lan Kexin was referring to?

They also knew that Miss Lan was doing this for their own good.

"Don't worry, just look at our future efforts. If you are not satisfied, you can just kick us away. We will have no complaints."

"Okay, in that case, I'll wait and see the results. I don't want to just see a three-minute enthusiasm and then be beaten back to square one."