Siheyuan: I live next door to Xu Damao, my last name is Cao

The idea of ​​writing fee was not something Yan Bugui came up with on his own.

The term "Runbi" is more commonly known as the reward for asking someone to write an article, calligraphy or paint a picture.

Remuneration is the fee for writing articles.

The term "Runbi" comes from "Book of Sui·Biography of Zheng Yi".

The emperor's internal historian Li Delin immediately wrote an imperial edict. Li Delin said, "My pen is dry, I can't write." The emperor was puzzled, and Li Delin said, "How can I pay for writing without paying a penny?" The emperor couldn't help laughing and said, "So that's it." He promised to pay him the manuscript fee immediately after he finished writing the imperial edict, so that he could use it to pay for writing. This is how the term "runbi" came into being.

For a long time, the writing fees of literati, poets, or some famous masters have always been clearly marked and never ambiguous!

Zheng Banqiao, also known as Zheng Xie, was a scholar in the reign of Emperor Kangxi, a juren in the reign of Emperor Yongzheng, and a jinshi in the reign of Emperor Qianlong. He was an expert in poetry, calligraphy, and painting.

After he became famous all over the world, people came to him one after another to ask for his books and paintings, so he wrote his own price list.

The first paragraph gets straight to the point, with clear price tags: large painting six taels, medium-sized painting four taels, calligraphy and couplets one tael, and square fan five cents.

The second paragraph says don't give gifts, just give silver: When giving gifts or food, it is always better than silver. What you give may not be what I like. If you give cash, your heart will be happy, and your calligraphy and painting will be good.

The third paragraph says that you can’t buy on credit, and you can’t chat with me:

Gifts are entangled, and credit is afraid of defaulting on payments. I am old and tired, and cannot accompany you gentlemen in useless conversation.

Finally, a poem is attached to emphasize the mutual consent of both parties: Painting bamboo costs more than buying bamboo, and the price of six feet of paper is three thousand. Let him talk about the old times and the handover, just treat it as the autumn wind passing by my ears.

There are quite a lot of interesting stories about celebrities who write poetry.

Including Qi Baishi, Feng Zikai, and so on.

Although our third uncle is just a small teacher, he has the ambition of a scholar, so it is natural for him to collect a writing fee.

On New Year's Eve.

The third uncle got up very early and went from house to house asking if anyone wanted to put up couplets or if anyone wanted help writing them.

After visiting several families in the front yard, they all asked Yan Bugui to help write couplets.

Yan Bugui waved his hand and wrote it for them.

Then the issue of writing fees was mentioned.

In the past, Yan Bugui helped write couplets almost every year, and they all knew about the writing fee.

It's usually a small handful of melon seeds or a handful of peanuts.

So, according to the practice of previous years, they all gave Yan Bugui a fee for his writing.

After taking the peanuts or melon seeds, Yan Bugui was still a little unsatisfied and asked others to give him more.

After all, my status is different now, so the fee should be higher. Moreover, after almost a year, my calligraphy has improved, so it is normal to pay more.

At least that's how Yan Bugui convinced himself.

Although the people in the front yard were somewhat dissatisfied, they still gave some.

Yan Bugui counted the peanuts. There were much more than last year. Not bad.

Having tasted the sweetness, Yan Bugui came to the Central Court again.

Continue to do the same and collect writing fees.

However, Yan Bugui discovered that there were many special families in this intermediate court.

The old man still hasn't come back today, Shazhu is also staying at the police station, and then there is Jia Dongxu's home.

Now Jia Dongxu is still paralyzed in bed and unable to get up.

This writing fee seemed a little difficult to get, so only an old lady gave him some more.

In Jia Dongxu's family, it is very difficult to collect the writing fee.

The third uncle discussed the writing fee with Jia Zhang.

This old Chinese New Year tradition must not be abandoned. Moreover, Jia Zhang feels that their family has had bad luck this year, otherwise her son would not have become like this. So she wants to take advantage of the festive mood of the Chinese New Year to celebrate the occasion by putting up couplets, setting off firecrackers and so on.

In the past, it was the uncle and his family who paid the writing fee, but now that the uncle is not back, they have to pay for it themselves.

Fortunately, Qin Huairu had already bought some peanuts and melon seeds in advance, so she was still able to pay the writing fee.

"Third Master, I have given you this writing fee as usual. Why are you still not satisfied?"

This is what Jia Zhang said after Yan Bugui asked for more writing fees.

Yan Bugui became unhappy when he heard this.

"Zhang Cuihua, what are you talking about? How can I not be satisfied? It's not easy for me to help everyone write couplets. What's wrong with charging a little fee? Besides, hasn't your uncle always paid for your family in the past? Why are you complaining?"

"Besides, the writing fee has always been this rule for so many years. I don't waste paper when I write, and my handwriting has improved. Naturally, I should ask for more writing fee, so that I can justify the words I have written over the years. And, it's not too much. The writing fee has always been this price for so many years. I only ask for a lot less from you because we are all neighbors. Why don't you reflect on whether your salary has increased and whether you are working hard!"

Jia Zhang was so angry that she started cursing, how dare Yan Bugui, that old man, say such things about them.

"Yan Bugui, you're begging for food at the door every day, and you still have the nerve to criticize us?"

Yan Bugui was also a little angry and immediately started to quarrel with Jia Zhangshi.

Then he was stopped by Qin Huairu.

"Uncle, please don't argue with my mom. This is your writing fee. Take it."

For the sake of the writing fee, Yan Bugui did not argue with Jia Zhangshi.

Otherwise, the two of them would have a big fight.

"Qin Huairu, who asked you to give it to me?"

Jia Zhang was a little unhappy.

She just felt that Yan Bugui was asking for too much, actually asking for so much this year.

"I'm just afraid that you and Uncle San will quarrel again."

Qin Huairu said helplessly.

"I'm telling you, Qin Huairu, even though Dongxu has fallen, it's not time for you to take charge yet. I'm not dead yet."

Qin Huairu was very perfunctory about this, and let it go in one ear and out the other, as if she didn't hear anything. She was now immune to Jia Zhang's attacks. As long as she pretended not to hear anything, Jia Zhang would soon stop scolding her.

However, Jia Zhang was very dissatisfied.

Now that Jia Dongxu has fallen, it is Jia Zhang who is in charge of their family.

In her opinion, Qin Huairu's taking the initiative to give Yan Bugui more writing fees was an infringement of her sovereignty.

I can pay more for writing now, but when I look back, I will be driven out to the countryside.

Qin Huairu didn't expect that just wanting to reduce a quarrel would offend Jia Zhang's sore spot.

"I'm telling you, Qin Huairu, as long as I'm alive, it's not your turn to be the head of this family. You've been spending my son's pension recklessly."

Qin Huairu was speechless. She bought all these things with her own money. It was her salary for this month, 18.5 yuan.

I bought some New Year's goods and a few more pieces of clothing for my child, and bought some other things, and almost all of my money was spent.

"This is my salary for this month. I didn't use Dongxu's pension."

When Qin Huairu heard what Jia Zhang was talking about the pension, she thought to herself that Jia Dongxu wasn't dead yet, so it was just work injury compensation, not a pension.

But she didn't correct it, it didn't matter anyway.

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