The middle-aged woman took a look and found that this scholar was a little crazy, the family letter is the family letter, what else is WeChat?
She didn't understand either, the middle-aged woman frowned suddenly, obviously not very willing to ask this crazy scholar to help her write a letter to her family.
But she just walked all the way to take a look, and found that the scholar who often helped people write family letters in the market did not open a stall today, she looked for so long, only to find this crazy scholar in front of her, although she didn't like it very much, but now there is no way, so she can only let Chen Feng do it for her.
Chen Feng happily followed this woman and went to Shufangzhai to help her write a letter to her family, the reason is that this guy doesn't have any pen, ink, paper and inkstone on hand, so he can only go to Shufangzhai to buy it, he thought that he would be able to earn his first pot of gold soon, this guy was suddenly a little too excited.
Chen Feng didn't know that he almost messed up the business just now because he was cheap, and he almost messed up the business because he was cheap, and the middle-aged woman didn't know that the dog-like scholar in front of him was actually just an impostor.
And the scholar who used to write letters to people in the market is now in his yard, looking for his missing clothes.
In the bookstore, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone exude a faint fragrance of ink, no matter in which era, the reader will be respected by everyone, although it is useless to be a scholar, but the world really needs these scholars, if everyone is on the horse, this time will only get worse and worse.
In the expectant gaze of the middle-aged woman, a line of crooked words jumped on the paper, like a centipede crawling, which made people feel miserable.
Chen Feng put down the pen, looked at the crooked words on the paper, even he couldn't stand it, he didn't know how to write, although the traditional Chinese characters were used here, but it was difficult for Chen Feng, what stumped Chen Feng was a "brush".
The reason is that this guy has never used a brush to write, as long as modern people are not calligraphy lovers, there can be a few who can write with a brush, and Chen Feng is naturally no exception.
"What kind of family letter did you write?
This word is written crookedly, and I can't read it, and the words written by a preschool child are better than yours. ” Sure enough, the middle-aged woman was not satisfied, although she was illiterate, she had written letters to her family many times, and she could naturally tell whether it was good or bad.
The owner of this bookstore couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the family letter written by Chen Feng, he saw such an ugly word for the first time, and he didn't know where this scholar came from, he was afraid that he was a liar and wanted to cheat money, and he couldn't help but talk about this middle-aged woman, which suddenly made Chen Feng so ashamed that he almost wanted to find a hole to drill.
"Boss, I don't know if you have a quill?"
Although Chen Feng is thick-skinned, he is not a shameless person, and he writes his words like this, no wonder others talk about it.
"Quill?
What is it?
"It's the first time I've heard this kind of thing, so I naturally don't understand.
Chen Feng suddenly had a headache, at this time and a half, he didn't do anything to catch a goose to pluck the hair to make a pen, he thought about it, and saw the door of the bookstore, a broom was placed, he walked over, broke off a branch from the broom, and then sharpened the branch with a knife, took it in his hand and weighed it, and found that the size and weight were suitable, although he looked a little shivering, but he would use it.
And the owner of Shufangzhai and the middle-aged woman looked at Chen Feng strangely, and they didn't know what this scholar wanted to do?
Chen Feng asked the boss again to get a new piece of paper, used the sharpened numbers in his hand as a pen, glued ink on the inkstone, and then began to write on the paper, almost in one go, he wrote in regular script, imitating Yan Zhenqing's pen style, originally this is a font written with a brush, but Chen Feng directly wrote with sharpened branches, less of an ancient style, more of a modern pen calligraphy style.
"Huh!
What kind of font did you write as a scholar?
Why is this so......
Weird?
” It was the first time for the owner of Shufangzhai to see someone writing like this, and he felt extremely strange at first, but when he looked at it, his eyes lit up, and the more he looked at it, the more interesting he felt.
Although the middle-aged woman is illiterate, she can still distinguish the quality of the words, this family letter, when Chen Feng was writing, almost in one go, she has never seen these fonts, but it is better than the words written by the scholars who used to set up stalls.
"Okay, this young lady, I am fortunate not to be dishonored, this is your family letter, please take it."
Chen Feng handed her the written letter to her, and when he saw that the middle-aged woman was very satisfied, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
The middle-aged woman, when she heard Chen Feng repeatedly call her Miss, her face suddenly turned red, and she bowed her head shyly and said: "You scholar is so rude, how can you talk nonsense, I am already married, take it, this is a reward for you, I will come to you in the future to write a letter to my family." ” This middle-aged woman put her usual money on the table, and when she left, she threw a wink at Chen Feng, which made Chen Feng tremble.
Although this woman looks middle-aged, she is still well maintained, but it is a pity that there are so many freckles on her face, which affects her appearance.
After Chen Feng collected the money, he was about to leave and go to find an inn to stay, when he saw the owner of the bookstore hurriedly come out of the counter, arched his hand at Chen Feng and said, "This gentleman, please wait." ” Chen Feng suddenly stopped, looking at him a little strangely, the "sir" of the owner of the bookstore has nothing to do with the modern "sir", but is just the name of some knowledgeable people in ancient times.
"What's the boss?"
Chen Feng asked, and suddenly he remembered something, and suddenly patted his head and said: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I forgot to pay the bill, I'm really sorry, how much money did I spend on pen, ink and paper just now?"
I'll settle the bill for you. ” "I didn't mean that, Mr. misunderstood, Mr. is a talented person, and it is my blessing to be able to use the things of my bookstore, I want to ......
I want to ......," the owner of the bookstore said, rubbing his hands and feeling a little embarrassed.
"There's something wrong with the boss, but it doesn't hurt to say it."
Chen Feng asked.
"That's right, the font that Mr. wrote just now is the first time I have seen it in my life, and the writing object that Mr. made is also the first time I have seen it, I don't know who created it?"
The owner of Shufangzhai asked.
"Oh, you said I used to write the branch?"
Chen Feng asked.
"That's right, that's right."
The owner of the bookstore nodded violently.
"That's right, because my family was poor when I was a child, and I couldn't afford to sell brushes and paper and ink, so I used branches instead, and practiced on the sand, and over time it became a habit, but I didn't know how to use a brush."
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Chen Feng quickly helped himself find a perfect reason, a boy from a poor family, who can't afford to use pen, ink, paper and inkstone, uses branches instead of practicing calligraphy, which is a normal thing.