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Qin Lin put down his pen, looked at the old man who thought it was too expensive, and said with a smile: "This old man, you get what you pay for, this piece of blessing is ten yuan a piece, no bargaining. If the old man thinks it is expensive, Uncle Li here There are other characters for 'Fu', you can look at them again."

He knew that Uncle Li had good intentions and wanted to sell him a good price, so of course he wouldn't ignore Uncle Li's kindness at this time.

Because of the memory of the original body, he also knew that Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface" was very famous in Huaxia, but it was a pity that the whereabouts of the original work remained a mystery, and only copies existed.And when his mother married Qin Taizhi back then, the dowry had a copy of Feng Chengsu.His physical characters are practiced according to this copy.It's a pity that Qin Taizhi later asked him to go, and in order to find a job for Qin Lie in the palace with the long face of the imperial guard, he gave it away.

During the Dayue Dynasty, when the characters were sold, the price would be higher.I just don't know how much this kind of figure calligraphy and painting will sell in China.Qin Lin thought about many of his calligraphy and paintings back then, which were stolen out of the house by the servants around him and sold. Finally, he found out that the most expensive one was bought back by a well-known dandy young master in the capital for 1000 taels.

Although it was just a copy of Feng Chengsu's "Lanting Preface", which could sell for 1000 taels, Qin Lin was also very shocked, but he didn't feel that his words were not worth so much.

It's just that now a word of blessing sells for ten yuan, and Qin Lin doesn't think it's selling less. After all, it's sold to ordinary people, and it's a bit expensive for ordinary people.But he didn't intend to lower the price either. For a long time to come, he would probably support himself by selling calligraphy and paintings. He couldn't let his calligraphy and paintings be reduced to the same price as ordinary calligraphy and paintings on the roadside.

After hearing Qin Lin's words, the old man who bought the fortune word widened his eyes, twitched his brows angrily, pointed at Qin Lin and yelled, "You boy! How are you talking? Call me uncle? I have Is that old?" He said and pointed at Uncle Li, his voice was even more annoyed, "I am half a month younger than this old guy, you call him uncle, why do you call me uncle?"

"..." Qin Lin looked at the old man who was blowing his beard and staring angrily, and suddenly found it quite interesting.Although the old man's tone was a bit arrogant, it didn't make people feel bored.Although he has white hair and wrinkled face, he feels like a child of three or four years old playing tricks.It is said that old children and old children are like this.

"You look old." Uncle Li looked at the old man proudly, and said with a smile on his face, "Look at the wrinkles on your face, do you have the nerve to let a young man in his 20s call you uncle?"

"You old man, what are you proud of? My face was much smoother than yours half a year ago!" The old man was angry. He had an illness half a year ago and lost a lot of weight, and his face had more wrinkles.

"You also said it was half a year ago," Uncle Li said to hit the old man.

Qin Lin watched the two old urchins fight with each other amusedly, then buried himself in writing.After writing the sixth piece, I heard the old man shouting at him angrily: "Young man, I bought this one. My old man is not ignorant. Your handwriting is much better than this old man, so it should be more expensive than his one." ! hum."

Qin Lin shook his head and smiled, rolled up the words, handed them to the old man, and then took the money to Cui Yun who was beside him.

"This old guy knows how to argue with me." Uncle Li shook his head and said with a smile as he watched the old man leave.

"Thank you, Uncle Li." Seeing that Uncle Li was not angry because of what the old man said just now, Qin Lin secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that Uncle Li was really a nice person, and there was nothing to express his gratitude. Qin Lin thought about writing a picture of Baifu , Give it to Uncle Li.Uncle Li himself can write, but what he sent was a grateful heart and sincere blessings.

"Uncle Li, is there any red paper about two feet wide and five feet long here?" Qin Lin asked.

"No." Uncle Li shook his head, "I can't use such a big piece of paper. What do you need such a big piece of paper for?"

"It's okay." Qin Lin didn't say much.He looked at the red paper on which the word "Fu" was written. The length and width were equal, about a foot or so.He filled the table one by one, with five sheets horizontally and two sheets vertically, neatly arranged. Then he looked down at the paper, estimating the font size and layout in his mind.

He has written too many pictures of Baifutu, and he quickly figured out how to write.Picking up Uncle Li's other pen, dipped it in gold powder, and wrote a few blessing characters on the red paper in the upper left corner, tried the feel, then changed the red paper, picked up the pen and started writing.

Because it is not a complete piece of paper, Qin Lin did not adopt the layout of writing a big "Fu" character in the middle, surrounded by "Fu" characters of the same size in the past, but the font size is different and well-proportioned.

He wrote freely and freely, and quickly filled two small sheets of paper.Uncle Li watched from the side, and asked in surprise, "Xiao Qin, what are you writing?"

Qin Lin moved his pen tip over the paper and said in a low voice, "Uncle, I will write a picture of Baifu."

Uncle Li was stunned for a while, looking at Qin Lin's orderly, natural and interesting blessing characters on Qin Lin's paper, he slapped his thigh angrily: "You boy! You should have said earlier when writing the hundred blessings picture, uncle will give it to you Go home and get big paper, what a waste to write such good characters on these papers!"

Uncle Li sighed regretfully.He knows his handwriting, and if he writes for another five years, he will not be able to write Qin Lin's momentum.He can't do the hard work of writing, but he really likes to write.Seeing a picture of Baifu written on ten small pieces of paper, it is like Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Preface" written on a piece of tattered straw paper, what a pity!

Qin Lin was not affected by Uncle Li's loud cry, and continued to write with his head down.

Uncle Li sighed at the side, and hurriedly called to his granddaughter who was helping to sell Spring Festival couplets: "Xiao Ru, go home quickly and get some uncut red paper for grandpa, run faster."

"Understood, Grandpa, I'll go right away, then you look at selling Spring Festival couplets." Xiao Ru got up and glanced at Qin Lin, then ran back.

When Qin Lin wrote the fifth piece of paper, there were seven or eight people around the table.A middle-aged man asked: "Young man, the handwriting is not bad, how much is this picture?"

"This is a gift, not for sale." Qin Lin replied to the customer without pausing.

"That's it, then write another one. I think you write very fast, so I'll buy one." The middle-aged man saw that Qin Lin's writing was good, and felt very happy to buy one and hang it on the wall. It is also much higher than the single word "Fu".

Uncle Li said from the side: "This one is not cheap, how much do you plan to pay for it?"

"Fifty," the middle-aged man stretched out a hand, shaking his fingerless fingers, and asked with some pain, "How is it? Fifty is a lot."

"Not for sale." Uncle Li was so angry that his liver hurt, and even a small piece of 50 yuan couldn't be bought back!

"It's so well written!" A young man watching from the side sighed.

A 20-year-old woman next to the young man said, "So handsome." Then she took out her mobile phone, took a photo of Qin Lin, and quickly posted on Weibo: "Handsome guy who can write with a brush, so handsome!" Bloody face.

Several other onlookers also asked Uncle Li for the price, or bought a piece of blessing that Qin Lin had just written.

In less than half an hour, Qin Lin finished writing the last word "Fu". He finally breathed a sigh of relief. He put down his pen and stretched his waist. He turned to look at Uncle Li with a smile and asked, "Uncle Li, thank you for helping me. This picture of Baifu is for me." Here it is, thank you for helping us brothers, I hope you don't dislike it."

"Send it to me?" Uncle Li looked disbelieving. He didn't think about himself when he heard Qin Lin say that he was going to give it away.The surprise came so unexpectedly, Uncle Li said with a smile on his face instantly: "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Li felt regretful again, and underestimated in a low voice: "If you told me to send it to me earlier, I will definitely go home and get the big paper."

"Grandpa, here's the paper." Xiao Ru happened to run out of breath, holding a roll of paper over.

"It's just right, let me write another one." Qin Lin took the red scroll that Xiaoru handed to Uncle Li.

"No need to rewrite." Uncle Li was overjoyed, but still refused.He really wanted a complete picture of Baifu.Although Qin Lin didn't mind rewriting it, he knew the value of this Baifu picture, so he couldn't be too greedy.He didn't help Qin Lin with anything, Qin Lin paid for the Spring Festival couplet paper and the square blessing paper.

"Uncle Li, don't say that." Qin Lin put away the Baifu picture on the table with one hand and gave it to Cui Yun, then spread the paper roll in his arms on the table, and began to cut the size.

"Young man, sell me the picture you wrote just now, and I'll add another five yuan, 55, how about it?" The middle-aged man who wanted to buy the Baifu picture just now didn't walk away. Hearing the conversation between Uncle Li and Qin Lin, he asked ask.Although it was a bit more expensive, but he saw that the word was really well written, it would be a pity to miss it.

"Sorry, the one just now is not for sale." Qin Lin refused.He will make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings in the future, and he is reluctant to sell his hundred-character blessing for 55 copper coins.Moreover, rare things are valuable, so the first hundred-character blessing must not be sold so cheaply.

The middle-aged man left helplessly.Qin Lin finished cutting the paper and began to write another Baifu picture.The layout is a big "Fu" in the middle, and the characters "Fu" around are smaller, but they are also of different sizes and well arranged.

The customers who watched around him just now bought all the several blessings he had written just now, each for ten yuan, and Cui Yun collected the money.

Soon this picture of Baifu was also written. Qin Lin waited for the ink to dry, rolled it up and gave it to Uncle Li, saying, "Uncle Li, this one is for you."

Holding the paper, Uncle Li glanced at the first Baifu picture in Cui Yun's hand, always feeling that this one was not as well laid out as the first one.Uncle Li felt that he was too greedy, but he liked the layout styles of the two paintings.

He felt that he had taken advantage of the picture of Baifu sent by Qin Lin.Uncle Li's reluctance disappeared, and he said with a smile on his brows and eyes: "I like this gift, so I accepted it with the cheek, hahahaha."

After that, Qin Lin wrote more than 50 blessings and more than 30 couplets. He didn't put down the pen until he felt hungry, rubbed his sore wrist, and said to Uncle Li: "Uncle Li, my brother and I are going to other places. Selling Spring Festival couplets."

"Let's go now?" Uncle Li was very reluctant, "You wait first." He got up and went to the back to bring the rest of the Spring Festival couplets and blessing papers, and gave them to Qin Lin, saying: "You take these, What Uncle gave you is not as valuable as the Baifu picture you gave Uncle, so don’t say no.”

Qin Lin couldn't refuse, so he took the paper and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Li."

"Thank you." Uncle Li waved his hand, and gave Qin Lin his gold powder and ink, and Qin Lin had no choice but to accept it.

Uncle Li saw that he and Cui Yun didn't have a bag either, so he found a big plastic bag and put the paper, the written Spring Festival couplets and lucky rolls into the bag.

After bidding farewell to Uncle Li, Qin Lin took Cui Yun and headed west.There seemed to be a square there, and there were quite a lot of people at night, and there were also many people setting up street stalls, so he decided to set up stalls there.

"Xiao Yun is hungry, let's go eat first." Qin Lin asked, feeling his stomach. He felt very hungry. Cui Yun didn't eat much at noon today, so he must be even more hungry.

Searching the memory of the original body, Qin Lin knew that there was a KFC not far away, he and Cui Yun went in, Cui Yun wanted to eat spicy chicken rice, he also ordered one, worried that Cui Yun would not be full, Qin Lin ordered again Two Orleans grilled chicken drumsticks, two glasses of Coke,

He made a quick 220 as a performer, and the money left over to buy paper was just enough for food.Now he and Cui Yun only have the 170 yuan they earned from selling blessing characters and a few Spring Festival couplets just now.

After dinner, Qin Lin and Cui Yun came to the square, found a place, and put the plastic bags on the ground. They didn't have cloth for the ground, and they couldn't spread the Spring Festival couplets and blessings directly on the ground. There was no way, Qin Lin He took out two lucky characters, gave them to Cui Yun, and said, "Xiao Yun, take this into your hands."

Cui Yun obediently took one in one hand, and Qin Lin also took out a Spring Festival couplet, and one in the other.He told himself that if the Spring Festival couplets could not be sold, he would have no place to live tonight and no money to eat tomorrow, maybe Shen Ming would find him and continue to be locked up in the mental hospital.

Thinking of this, Qin Lin cleared his throat, and then began to peddle: "Fu characters are ten yuan a piece, Spring Festival couplets are twenty yuan a piece, Qin's font, this one is the only one, don't miss it when you pass by..."

Cui Yun turned his head to look at Qin Lin, blinked, moved his mouth, but didn't speak, he lowered his head in annoyance, and pursed his mouth.After a while, he raised his head again, and imitated Qin Lin and shouted in a low voice: "Fu character is ten yuan a piece, in the font of Qin's family, this is the only one, don't miss it when you pass by..."

Qin Lin turned his head to look at Cui Yun's red face, knowing that he was embarrassed, and his voice was very low.But Cui Yun was very surprised that he could speak. Don't force other things, just get used to it and it will be fine.Of course, Cui Yun will not be prevented from speaking, after all, he also needs to eat and drink, so he can't do nothing.

Cui Yun yelled for a while, and his voice gradually became louder.They don't keep hawking, and only open their mouths when someone passes by.Although it was a bit more expensive than others, dozens of pieces were sold.

Until there was no one in the square, Qin Lin rubbed his frozen hands, put on the Spring Festival couplets, and said, "Let's go, Xiao Yun, let's find a place to live." Cui Yun nodded and took Qin Lin's hand .

Qin Lin touched the 530 yuan in his pocket, thinking that Yuanshen used to play with his classmates so late that he couldn't go back to school, so he stayed in a hotel, [-] yuan a night, not very expensive.

He took Cui Yun into the Seven Days Express Hotel, but unfortunately neither of them had ID cards, so they couldn't stay.Qin Lin didn't want to live on the street at night, so he went to another hotel with Cui Yun to inquire, but he still couldn't check in without an ID card.

"Xiao Yun, we have no place to stay tonight, so we can only sleep on the street." Qin Lin and Cui Yun stood at the door of the hotel and said dejectedly.At this time, he felt that he took off Shen Ming's arm and kicked him a few times, it was too cheap for him, his legs should be knocked off, his teeth should be knocked out, the bridge of his nose was broken, and his fingers were broken off one by one Only to relieve my anger.

The cold wind at night is bitingly cold.Even wearing a thick down jacket, Qin Lin still felt extremely cold.But he had nowhere to go, so he could only walk aimlessly along the road with Cui Yun.