Datang: Empress mother-in-law sent Li Er to test me

As he spoke, he patted the wooden box that had just been placed under his feet.

Everyone's eyes froze, three hundred copies?There were more than 300 people who came here this time!

One volume per person is not enough!

"Why are there so few?!"

"that is!"

"Look at the people who came, there are more than 300 people!"

"I don't just want one, I want five!"

Zhang Dun pressed his palms to let them be quiet for a while, and then said in a calm tone:

"Don't worry, everyone, there are indeed only three hundred books printed."

"But until tomorrow, there will be another three hundred copies."

"If you can't wait, you can consider these."

Zhang Dun put Yang Changrou's handwritten copy that he brought with him on the counter, glanced at everyone, and said, "Here, there are still handwritten copies."

"There are ten hand-copied books."

Only ten copies?The people who squeezed into the store frowned immediately.

Still too little!

That's not enough!

A middle-aged man wearing a hood strode up to the counter, clasped his hands and asked, "Ping Kangbo, what's the difference in the contents of this handwritten book?"

"In terms of content, of course they are all the same."

Zhang Dun clapped the handwritten copy, and said, "But the person who copied it by hand is the little lady Yang Changrou!"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.

The manuscript was written by Yang Changrou? !

That's worth the money!

The middle-aged man who was desperately wearing a headdress hurriedly asked: "How much does Yang Xiaoniang sell for the book copied by hand?"

"The price is a bit expensive."

Zhang Dun looked solemn, stretched out five fingers, and said, "One book, one hundred coins!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

"So expensive?"

"One hundred coins, just one book?!"

In an instant, many people retreated in their hearts and directly excluded the manuscripts. The contents were the same, so it would be better to buy the cheap ones!

However, some of them stared straight at the ten books.

"Ping Kangbo, Miss Yang's handwritten copy, I want one!"

"I want one too!"

"I want it too, give me three copies!"

More than a dozen young people shouted one after another.

Tang Jian stared blankly for a while, wondering: "Is it so valuable?"

What do you know? !

More than a dozen young people glanced at him, this was handwritten by the young lady Yang Changrou!

Extraordinary!

Although Yang Changrou is a brothel girl, she can write well!

Even Chu Suiliang once praised her handwriting.

The recognition from the boss shows how strong her writing skills are.

What's more, it is not easy to get Yang Changrou's calligraphy!

Most importantly, don't look at Yang Changrou as a brothel girl.

However, now she is a daughter of a good family, and she is hugging Ping Kangbo's thigh!

For this alone, it is not a loss to spend a hundred pennies to buy her handwritten book!

in the astonished eyes of the crowd.

The ten books that Yang Changrou hand-copied were bought directly, and the young people who bought the books all smiled happily.

The faces of those who didn't buy it were full of annoyance.

Suddenly, Zhang Dun's voice sounded:

"By the way, besides the hand-copied ones by Mrs. Yang, I also have ten books I copied myself."

Chapter 355 Zhang Dun's handwriting, calligrapher master

The few people who were annoyed at not getting Yang Changrou's handwritten book just now were shocked when they heard this, and looked up at Zhang Dun in surprise.

Today there are not only Yang Changrou's handwritten books, but also Zhang Dun's handwritten books? !

None of them had seen Zhang Dun's handwriting.

However, I have seen pigs running without eating pork.

Many people have heard from those who have participated in the poetry festival that Zhang Dun's writing is not inferior to Chu Suiliang!

And as we all know, Zhang Dun participated in the imperial examination and became the youngest new champion.

Those who participated in the imperial examination with him also praised Zhang Dun's handwriting.

Zhang Dun's writing is much more valuable than Yang Changrou's writing!

Under everyone's staring eyes, Zhang Dun took out the ten books he had copied, put them on the counter, and said with a smile, "Every one of my books is out of print."

"Do you know what out-of-print is? It's the sky and the earth. From now on, my Great Tang will only have these ten books!"

"This book is a manuscript written by Benbo, and it will not appear again in the future!"

Zhang Dun spread his palms with a smile, pointed at the ten books on the counter, and said, "Everyone, please take a closer look."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Jian took the first step, walked to the counter excitedly, and opened the pages of the book without hesitation.

He had seen Zhang Dun's handwriting before, and if he could sum it up in two words, it would be "Miaozai"!

Of course, the reason he was so excited was that he knew more than others.

Zhang Dun knows at least thirteen kinds of calligraphy!

And each of them can be called a master of calligraphy!

At this moment, there were many people standing behind Tang Jian, all of them stretched their necks and looked curiously at the opened pages.

When the pages of the book are opened, everyone can see that the handwriting is thin and strong, so thin that it does not lose its flesh. The large characters can be seen in the graceful and graceful thin golden body, which comes into view.

hiss!

This font is beautiful!

Tang Jian pinched his beard and hissed.

The young man standing behind him was even more surprised.

No wonder Zhang Dun is known as someone who can stand side by side with Chu Suiliang.

Calligraphy everyone!

It really lives up to its reputation!

Tang Jian felt a little itchy in his hands, wishing he could take the book away. He glanced back at the dozens of people standing behind him, feeling a little annoyed.

I knew that Zhang Dun also had a manuscript, so I read it in advance, and then asked him for it in advance!

Fortunately, there are so many people staring at it, and it is impossible to get it without spending money!

Tang Jian closed the book and opened another one.

The handwriting of the other book is no longer thin gold, but black, square, light, and other large pavilion styles!

After only one glance, Tang Jian couldn't look away, and gently stroked the handwriting on the page, his fingers trembling a little.

Good handwriting, this kid, there is really something in the words written!

He opened the next book, which was written in Qin seal script.

The next one, regular script!

The next one, Fei Bai Ti!

Next one, cursive!

Tang Jian opened another book, it was official script!

Can't watch anymore!Tang Jian closed his eyes and calmed down his somewhat rapid breathing.

If you read on, you will have the thought of grabbing it!

The calligraphy-loving crowd standing behind him watched in fascination.

They feel that if they buy any of these ten books, they can be regarded as family heirlooms at home!

"Ping Kangbo!"

Someone couldn't help asking: "May I ask how much is one of the ten handwritten books of Ping Kangbo?"

Zhang Dun gave him an appreciative look, and asked Kan'er about this, and said lightly: "Benbo wrote it, so it's expensive."

"Two hundred strings, one volume."

As soon as the words fell, the young man who asked the price just now said happily: "I want a copy next time!"

"I want a copy next time!"

"I want one too!"

"You bastard, you bought Miss Yang's manuscript just now, and now you want to buy Ping Kangbo's manuscript?"

"Why, can't it? Who stipulates that if you buy Miss Yang's handwritten book, you can't buy Ping Kangbo's handwritten book?"

"Exactly! We have money, why can't we buy it?"

"If you want to blame, blame you for standing too far, coming too late, behind me!"

Everyone yelled at each other.

The corner of Tang Jian's mouth twitched, watching Zhang Dun's handwritten book being divided up with heartache.

Damn, they are all big dogs!

Two hundred coins, just toss it out, just to buy a book?

hateful!

If I have money too, what can I do with you?All ten books must belong to Lao Tzu!

Not long after, the Chang'an Bookstore was almost overwhelmed, some left satisfied, and some left annoyed.

Three hundred printed copies of Yang Changrou's romance novels cost two pennies each, and most people can buy them.

But the children of the rich family who came here this time took a fancy to Zhang Dun's manuscript.

Satisfied people bought Zhang Dun's books, but they were annoyed and didn't buy any books!

If Zhang Dun hadn't said that there would be [-] books in Chang'an Bookstore tomorrow, they would have fought over those books immediately.

"Ping Kangbo, is making money so easy for you?"

Looking at the backs of them leaving, Tang Jian sighed and said in a low tone.

"Why not?"

Zhang Dun stood with his hands down, pointed at himself, and said, "The main reason is that I have skills."