Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

Yang Zhibai walked into the study and looked around. There were not many books in the study, only a long case with some pens, ink, papers and inkstones.It seemed simple, but when he took a closer look, the long table was made of old huanghuali, with rounded corners and clear grimace patterns on the wood. It was obviously quite old and quite valuable.There are several literary objects on the case, the most eye-catching one is an ancient blood amber round sculpture, which is strange in shape, small and exquisite, and its fine color and round and graceful knife work are probably worth two months of his time.Look at inkstones, brush washers, paperweights, and pen holders, all of which are exquisite and not affordable for ordinary people.

Selling pancakes so much money?He murmured in his heart, and then remembered that they came from Wenjin County, Wenjin County was rich, and it was normal to think about it.It's just that this person who has experienced wealth can still lower his figure to sell pancakes, which is really impressive.

"I have some skills in calligraphy, and I usually just write for fun. Since you want to read it, then I will write a good one seriously." Cang Doushan spoke modestly, "It has been written, and the editor must not laugh at me."

Yang Zhibai came back to his senses and nodded again and again.

Cang Doushan dipped his pen in the ink, concentrated his energy, and muttered softly: "What should I write?"

Yang Zhibai said: "Nine out of ten people are worthy of rolling their eyes, and the useless ones are scholars."

Cang Doushan was stunned, shook his head and smiled slightly: "How can you say that, this is not good." After thinking for a moment, he wrote "Chui Sui drinks the clear dew, and the flow sounds".The paper was too small to fit the remaining three characters. He looked at it and said embarrassedly: "The writing is broken, so there's nothing wrong with just reading the characters, right?"

"It's all right." Yang Zhibai took it over and looked at it for a while.The calligraphy written by Cangdoushan has thin and thin strokes, thin and strong, and has the style of cursive script, but it is not as illegible as cursive script, which oscillates between cursive script and running script.The overall shape is complete and energetic, like snow on a high mountain, lingering in the world, unique.The more he looked at it, the more he couldn't put it down, and said cheekily, "How about giving it to me?"

Cang Doushan said: "Yes, but it's not finished, just read it privately, don't pass it on to others."

Yang Zhibai nodded his head like a chicken chopping rice: "Definitely! Definitely!" Holding the paper, he hurried back to his room, spread it out to trace, and frowned as soon as he wrote.

The characters are not block letters, so it is difficult to completely copy the handwriting.Moreover, there are many side-to-side strokes in each stroke, and the combination of fiction and reality makes it even more difficult to copy.Yang Zhibai thought about it for a long time, and wrote carefully. Once he wrote something different, he felt ugly when he saw it. Throw it away, and write again. If you are not satisfied with the writing, write again.

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"Oh, Lao Yang, what's the matter?"

Yang Zhibai's eyes turned blue, and he yawned involuntarily when he heard the words: "I didn't sleep well yesterday."

Le Zhengying looked at him, and raised the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong with your hands? The ink hasn't been washed yet."

"Let's talk about it later." He sat down weakly, yawned and read the official documents for a while, and took up the pen to write the imperial edict. While writing, his hands didn't feel like his own. In between, it looks like a four-dimensional image.He threw the pen away impetuously, knowing that he had copied the characters all night, and he hadn't escaped from that state for a while.Take a deep breath, shake your hands, pinch the tiger's mouth, pull your fingers, and make a clicking sound.Muscles and bones numb, write again, much better.

The writing was finished, but the imperial edict that was written did not satisfy him, as if his thinking had become dull after staying up all night.He threw the paper angrily and called, "Brother Lezheng!"

"What's wrong bro?"

"Write it for me." He threw the official document to Le Zhengying, and lay down on the table with a look of lovelessness.

Le Zhengying raised her eyebrows and smirked: "If you don't sleep all night, you will be like this. Lao Yang, your health is not good. You need to rest more at night."

Yang Zhibai gave him a supercilious look: "Where did you go wrong, do you think I look like that kind of person?"

"At least it looks like it now." Le Zhengying glanced at the official document, "Okay, I'll help you look over it, and you rest. Remember that you still owe me three pancakes, and if you don't give them to me tomorrow, I will kill you."

"Oh..." Yang Zhibai dragged his voice, closed his eyes and took a nap.Napping and dozing off, I dreamed that I became the prefect of a party, sitting in the hall and giving orders, going out and sounding gongs to clear the way, and the people cheered on both sides of the sky, the master of the sky, the dream was beautiful.Suddenly, a thunderbolt exploded in the blue sky above his head, the sound was surprisingly loud, and the four directions vibrated.

"Lao Yang, get up quickly, the bachelor is here!"

He sat up in a jerk, and his colleagues around him were all bowing their heads and working seriously.He rubbed his eyes, the rice paper on the table was wet, so he hurriedly threw it away, picked up the pen and thought in confusion: What am I going to do?What to write?Oh, I want to write a imperial edict!I took an official document to look at it, picked up the brush, and the ink-soaked brush immediately dripped a big ink blob, soaking the entire stack of paper.

The busier he was, the more mistakes he made, Yang Zhibai panicked and was at a loss.Le Zhengying yelled in a low voice: "Old Yang!" Bending down, he stretched out the edict he had written on his behalf from under the table, and Yang Zhibai took it and spread it on the table. At this time, the scholar was only a dozen steps away from him.

After receiving the imperial edict, his mood finally calmed down a little. The neat and dense words on the paper are so good!He changed a pen and dipped some ink, pretended to add words at the end of the imperial edict, and unconsciously wrote the word "Sui". After a closer look, he found an eight-quarter resemblance to the handwriting of Cangdoushan, which he had stayed up all night to copy.Overjoyed, he couldn't help shouting: "It can be regarded as written!"

"Oh, what masterpiece did Brother Yang write?" The bachelor walked over slowly, and Yang Zhibai broke out in a cold sweat.Looking at the words I added, I gritted my teeth and stood up and said: "The lower official copied the copybook last night, but he couldn't get it right. Today, he suddenly wrote it out with a heart, so he shouted happily. Forgive me."

After hearing this, the bachelor smiled gently: "What good copybook did you get? Let me see it too."

Yang Zhibai said: "The original post I promised others not to show it to others. Here is what I wrote just now. I copied the original post eight times. Please appreciate it."

The bachelor accepted his imperial edict, saw the word "Sui" at the end of the text, slowly raised his gray eyebrows, and said, "It's too casual."

Yang Zhibai's heart tightened, and the bachelor said slowly: "Interesting, stylish, rare, and worth watching."

Yang Zhibai let go of what he had mentioned.The bachelor put down the imperial edict, and said gently and gently: "During the day, we should still focus on our official duties."

Yang Zhibai bowed his head: "The lower officials are taught."

The bachelor walked over slowly with square steps, Yang Zhibai sat down, his tense nerves relaxed, and his mind was completely clear.Le Zhengying waited for the bachelor to walk away, and poked him on the back: "Brother, what did you write, show me quickly."

Yang Zhibai gave him the imperial edict, Le Zhengying looked at it for a long time, drew a few strokes in the air with his left hand, and sighed, feeling that it was quite tricky: "Your bachelor's words are very good, very interesting."

"The personal style is too strong, and it doesn't imitate the ancient style. It's very difficult for others to imitate." Le Zhengying returned the edict to him, "Where did you find the post? I'll go and see it too."

Yang Zhibai hesitated: "This is difficult..."

"Knowing that you can't just show it to others, why don't you take me to meet the person who wrote the post?" Le Zhengying played a rogue, "You still owe me pancakes!"

"Okay, I'll take you to see it after get off work." Yang Zhibai suddenly remembered that besides the post, isn't there a sign written by Cangdoushan?Take him to see the wooden sign, and return Le Zhengying's pancakes by the way, without violating his promise to Candou Mountain, killing three birds with one stone.

After get off work in the afternoon, he led Lezhengying Lehehe to the entrance of the small building. The shop smelled of oil. Lezhengying was just hungry, and her eyes were shining: "It smells good! It must be delicious!" He jumped out of the carriage and went straight to the pancake stand : "Boss, how do you sell this pancake?"

"Four kinds, three for a penny, four for a penny, one for a penny, and the same for this one."

"One for the same." Le Zhengying pulled out his sleeves, and Weisheng was stunned when he heard it. He was not good at math, so he couldn't come up with a result after mental calculation for a long time. Fortunately, Le Zhengying put out three pennies himself, "Three pennies, okay?"

"All right." Weisheng nodded quickly and took the money, picked four pancakes and put them in two paper bags, "Here, your pancakes."

Le Zhengying bit the pancake and rolled his eyes, and saw the wooden sign "Editor eats pancakes" next to it. The handwriting was indeed in line with the style Yang Zhibai showed him.The original owner's handwriting is more unrestrained and unrestrained than Yang Zhibai's imitation.

Yang Zhibai got out of the car and came, Weisheng saw him squinting his eyes: "You two editors? It's an honor."

Le Zhengying smiled and said, "I don't dare to do it, I just want to ask, the one who wrote this word." He pointed to the wooden sign, "Who is it? Le wants to meet him."

Weisheng said: "What a coincidence, he just went out to buy things, and he probably won't come back until later. If the editor doesn't mind, he can wait later."

Le Zhengying nodded: "Yes, is there a place to sit?"

Weisheng led him into the small building, and served him a glass of water.Le Zhengying ate pancakes and drank water, and chatted with Yang Zhibai. After a while, Candoushan came back with a basket of vegetables, saw the two people in the hall, washed their hands calmly, and nodded in greeting: "It's Yang Zhibai." My lord's colleague?"

Le Zhengying stood up and cupped her hands: "Le Zhengying, I see Brother Zhibai's copy of the post, and I admire it in my heart, so I'm here to take a look."

"Don't dare to take it." Cang Doushan was polite, "I don't have any basic skills, just write and play around, it doesn't deserve such praise from adults."

Weisheng just held his chin outside and watched them politely and politely for a long time, hehe sneered.After laughing for a while, he saw the three of them going up the stairs together, talking and laughing, it was the first time he had seen Candoushan's smile.

Immediately I couldn't laugh anymore, and I felt uncomfortable. I don't know why, but I was very upset, as if I had a thorn scratch all over my body.