I have to say that Yang Yan's making a big deal is the most reasonable way to fully mobilize public opinion.
Although the Lu family is a high-ranking family, it is not without political enemies, and the enemies of the Lu family must be happy to see the Lu family being humiliated by a good person, so as to weaken the family and Lu, and even watch a farce.
In fact, if Yang Yan is just a simple lover, he may not have a chance, but behind him are Ge Hong and Xu Shopkeeper, who represents the Xun family in some aspects, this is different, others want to engage him, they can only do it openly.
Ge Huiniang sighed and said, "Duke Xu, do you accept charcoal here?"
"Collect, why not" Shopkeeper Xu smiled and said, "Please wait a moment for Yang Jialangjun, let me take a look first." ” "Please" Yang Yan stretched out his hand to signal.
The shopkeeper Xu untied the cloth bag, took out a corner, grabbed a few pieces and pinched them in his hand, twisted them, and couldn't help but be amazed: "This charcoal has a loose texture, fine and uniform pores, and it is a high-grade charcoal, but Yang Jialangjun fires it himself."
Yang Yan said: "Exactly" The shopkeeper said: "I don't know if Xiao Langjun still has Xun Mansion and is willing to order it to you for a long time." ” "This" Yang Yan didn't plan to burn charcoal for people, so he smiled and said nothing.
Ge Huiniang was dissatisfied: "Gong Xu, Yang Jialangjun is here to exchange paper and pen, but he is not here to burn charcoal for your family." ” "Look at me, confused" Shopkeeper Xu slapped his head and confessed, then beckoned: "Bring the scales" "Yes" The two Tsing Yi servants carried the big scale up, lifted the charcoal on the scale, and after a long time, they said: "Uncle Xu, a total of ninety-eight catties." ” Uncle Xu sat back in a few cases, crackling and fiddling with the abacus for a while, before he said: "The top-grade charcoal is five five baht coins per catty, and the ninety-eight catties are counted as four hundred and ninety dollars. ” "I'm tired" Yang Yan arched his hand and walked over, the piles of paper, the color is dark and light, and the workmanship is not bad, but he can't figure out the difference between these papers, and he is a little embarrassed.
Ge Huiniang said from the side: "Yang Jialangjun, these papers, from left to right, are Zuobo paper, hemp paper, ephedra paper, rattan paper and silver paper, among which silver paper is the most expensive and has the best texture, but I think you don't need to use such a good paper, in fact, hemp paper is good, many celebrities practice pen with hemp paper, and the price is fair." “ Yang Yan took one and picked it up, the paper was relatively white, and the texture was also very tough, so he nodded and said, "As Little Lady Ge said, I will use hemp paper." “ Ge Huiniang is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in the end, seeing that her meaning was adopted, she immediately smiled happily: "I will also help you pick the pen and inkstone, the pens here are Li Du brushes, although the price is higher, but you must use a good pen to write, then, just this wolf."
Yang Yan also took a look at this pen, the so-called wolf hair, in fact, is not wolf hair, but the tip of the yellow-tailed wolf tail that little hair, the texture is tough, the pen is strong when writing, it is suitable for writing and painting, and the only drawback is that it is not as durable as the sheep hair.
Yang Yan took out the pen and handed it to the shopkeeper.
Ge Huiniang directly picked up a round inkstone and said: "It's okay to use a general inkstone, wait for you to get ahead in the future, and it's not too late to change the inkstone, by the way, can you let us see how your handwriting is, just write that poem, I can help you study ink." ” "This can't be done" Yang Yan waved his hand again and again.
This is really not a joke, no matter what Ge Hong says, he is also a scholar surnamed Wu, Ge Huiniang is a proper scholar girl, let the scholar girl give herself a lover to study ink, isn't this looking for trouble Ge Hong and Aunt Bao glanced at each other, and they both saw a touch of surprise in each other's eyes, but the husband and wife were both free and easy, and they didn't have a deep opinion, and they didn't say much.
Ge Huiniang's mouth pursed, and she said dissatisfiedly: "How can you not do it, why are you so pedantic and studying ink, shopkeeper, bring some water." ” Shopkeeper Xu understood Yang Yan's scruples, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Langjun just writes, and the old man also wants to see it."
So saying, he turned around and fetched a clay pot.
Yang Yan had no choice but to sit in front of the desk, take the pen, and lay the paper.
Ge Huiniang sat down at the desk, poured some water into the inkstone, held her sleeve with one hand, and gently grinded it with the other.
Yang Yan is sitting precariously, his eyes are not squinting, Ge Huiniang is concentrating on ink grinding, and the slender hand drives the rhythmic sway of the body, moving and stilling with Yang Yan, staggered, giving people an extremely harmonious feeling.
A hint of surprise flashed in the cloudy old eyes of Shopkeeper Xu.
Ge Hong was also moved in his heart, and he and Bao Gu looked at each other again.
"It's okay, it's not enough for you to study."
After a while, Ge Huiniang pushed the inkstone forward.
"There's a little lady with Lauger" After Yang Yan thanked him, he lifted the pen and dipped it in ink.
Everyone was curious about how Yang Yan's handwriting was, but they were embarrassed to come forward to watch, only Ge Huiniang took advantage of the convenience of sitting on the desk and watched Yang Yan put down the pen with her little head sideways. may be related to the fact that he has been a Chinese medicine practitioner all his life in his previous life, and Yang Yan has written like a fly.
Soon, Yang Yan put down the pen, and Ge Huiniang said impatiently: "Let me read your masterpiece." “ "Don't dare to be" Yang Yan smiled slightly and moved out of the way slightly.
Ge Huiniang carefully lifted the page and read: "Acacia" "Red beans are born in the south, a few branches are sent in spring, I wish you to pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.
Well, the handwriting is pretty good, not bad, not bad. “ "Oh, take a look," Ge Hong urged.
Ge Huiniang handed over the poem.
Ge Hong took it in his hand, and the couple looked at it, and gradually, both of them showed surprise.
"Hmm" Bao Gu praised: "This word is strict, the meaning of the pen is looking forward to, sparse and transparent, the shape is broken, the wind is chic, although a little immature, but the bone is in the center, the side pen takes Yan, sometimes hidden and subtle, sometimes the edge is exposed, if Yan Xiaolang Jun practice diligently, over time, will become a generation of calligraphy everyone, Ge Lang, Yan Xiao Lang Jun is better than your handwriting." “ Yang Yan sweated secretly, and hurriedly clenched his fists: "Mrs.
Ge is falsely praised, and I dare not be ashamed." “ "Oh" Shopkeeper Xu said from the side: "Can Mr.
Zhichuan give me a look at the old decay?"
"Please" Ge Hong handed the words over.
Xu Bo looked at it carefully, the more he looked, the more frequent the nodding became, and finally he said three wonders in a row, before he said to Yang Yan: "The old man has a reluctant request, I don't know if Xiao Langjun can allow the old man to hang this poem on the wall here for people to taste, and the old man can be the master, and the charcoal can be exchanged for paper and pen inkstones can be given to Xiao Langjun." ” Yang Yan is willing to make this request, and his reputation is naturally as big as possible, and he doesn't charge money for pen and paper, which is equivalent to making a small profit.
However, the ancients regarded modesty as a virtue, and a promise would make people despise, just as he was considering the words, Ge Huiniang was already unhappy, and hummed: "Shopkeeper, Yang Jialangjun and Ah Weng have an old friendship, his poems were proposed to be written by me, and they should be given to me, besides, hum, Yang Jialangjun has a great future in the future, how can he look at the money Yang Jialangjun exchanged for a bag of charcoal, but so" Yang Yan stiffened his head and said: "Little lady Ge is reasonable. ” Uncle Xu directly arched his hand to Ge Hong, and said with a smile: "Mr.
Zhichuan, the old man asks Xiao Langjun for words, which will also help Xiao Langjun become famous. “ "This" Ge Hong was quite embarrassed, Yang Yan's poems and words, he liked them very much, and it was an elegant thing to take them home and appreciate them carefully, but Xu Bo's reasons were also very sufficient, after all, if Yang Yan was in a dangerous situation, the most important thing was to become famous.
Although since the end of the Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms, the chaju system has officially withdrawn from the stage, but a person's reputation is still very important.
Ge Hong looked at Yang Yan, and Yang Yan made his own decision
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