I heard I was with the tyrant [Rebirth]

Opening the window, the outside light shone on the small table. He Changan tried to hold the pen in his hand after applying the medicine. He felt that his arms could not support him, and his brows were slightly frowned. He had agreed to send a letter every few days.

He Changan went out from the house, the little girl was gesturing with a pen in her hand, he leaned over to look.

"what is this?"

Several straight lines intersected irregularly, but the little girl looked serious, presumably she was not just drawing casually.

The little girl put down the charcoal pencil after drawing the last stroke, and breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the size and specification of the pattern on the clothes. Mother asked me to learn how to draw it."

"It's new? It's pretty...pretty." He Changan picked up the paper carefully. The yellowed paper felt crisp to the touch, but the flowers painted on it were complicated, and it was obvious that the painting was done with care.

He Xiaomei stuck out her tongue and said proudly, "The pattern I came up with myself, my mother said that if I can draw it, I can sell it for money, and she will show it to the proprietress in the shop tomorrow."

"Take this?" He Changan pinched the corner of the paper and shook it. He didn't know which corner he found the paper from. With such a shake, it immediately began to drop the scraps of paper.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing?" He Lan hurriedly brought the paper over anxiously, carefully checked that the paper did not fall apart, and then felt relieved, "I drew it with great difficulty, brother, what should I do if it falls apart?"

He Changan pulled her to the desk, handed her the remaining rice paper on the table, and said decisively: "That paper is too bad, use this paper to draw again."

"It's too much trouble to draw it once, isn't this enough?" He Lan said reluctantly.

He Changan turned the table expressionlessly, "Buddhas rely on gold clothes and people rely on clothes. If you take out your paper, people will look down on you before they read the content. If you look at the paper so badly, you must be lacking." Money, I will give you another [-]% on the money, "

After finding half a tael of silver, seeing that she still didn't want to, he knocked her brains on the head and ordered, "Go and buy another good charcoal pencil. If you haven't bought it after I go out, think about the consequences yourself."

The pure white paper felt delicate to the touch, and He Lan was not willing to use it. Seeing her brother go out, she immediately ran to complain to Mother He.

"You see, my brother is too wasteful. Let me not use this paper, but also let me buy charcoal pencils." He Lan complained, covering her head, "It's too much."

Mother He thought for a while, then said gently, "Your brother is right, he will lower the price, I was negligent."

He Lan was puzzled, "But we have negotiated a price with the proprietress."

Mother He said, "If the pattern sells well, we don't have to worry about selling it anywhere. Then we have the initiative. If the pattern doesn't sell well, we can only sell it here. It doesn't mean that it will sell well. Wait for her to sell it. When we don’t need our embroidery, we have to find another cloth shop.”

"And this paper will rot if you take it out and touch it a little. It can only be used once. Who would be rare?" He Mu turned the paper over and saw that she still didn't understand it. She tapped her forehead, "Think about what your brother said. In other words, people depend on their clothes, and when we see a good-looking person on the side of the road, we will take a second look, this person looks the same at everything."

He Lan mumbled thoughtfully, "So Brother Huaixin can't help but look at those girls in fine clothes?"

Mother He didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing," He Lan said with a big smile, "I'm going to buy a charcoal pencil for coloring."

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But those who have been famous for a long time have their own style and strong handwriting, so they can be sold at a high price, and these people have trained hard for many years with amazing arm strength, which cannot be imitated by He Changan's arm scratches.

But there are always accidents. It is inevitable that some people will be fooled under the mutual praise of many parties. These handwritings can only be sold at a high price for a while.

He Changan did not go to Moxiangzhai, where he had just borrowed calligraphy, but went to another bookstore where imitation handwriting can be bought and sold, Hongyuan Bookstore. He planned to come here to see more handwriting.

The scale here is only a little smaller than that of Moxiangzhai, but its reputation is worse than 01:30. I heard that the handwriting sold here sometimes does not know whether it is authentic or imitation, and the reputation gradually deteriorates.

He Chang'an intends to find a few pictures here, even if the handwriting is not good enough, he will finally be able to make a difference.

At this time, the sun was setting to the west, and the scholars of the academy had left their studies and gathered in a pile in the library.

As soon as He Chang'an entered the building, Xiao Er came up to him, "Young Master, what kind of calligraphy and painting do you like to look at?"

"Are there any essays written by scholars who became famous at a young age, or those who were young but well-known abroad?" He Changan looked all the way through, and the facades that could be hung outside were all good.

Xiao Er said courteously, "Young Master, please go upstairs, all you want are on the second floor."

He Changan followed Xiaoer upstairs, and when he passed the turning of the stairs, he saw a familiar character at a glance. He thought it was because he was blindfolded, but when he looked carefully...that was the style of his character, strictly speaking , an imitation of your own characters.

Pointing to the word, he asked, "Whose word is that?"

Xiaoer smiled and said, "That one, a scholar hung it up. Although it is an imitation, the handwriting is really good. Many people have to ask it again when they see it. They are famous recently, so I have to take it down for you to read." look?"

My own calligraphy has never been sold outside. The He family is not considered the most wealthy family, but they have never been short of money. Came out to imitate?

For a moment, He Changan didn't know whether to be happy that his handwriting could still be sold for money, or to be sad that his handwriting was actually being sold, and his heart was very complicated, so he struggled for a while, "Don't take it down, take me up to have a look. "

He Changan asked Xiaoer about the calligraphy and painting, "Did the scholar say whose calligraphy he imitated?"

Xiao Er said mysteriously, "You want to ask the scholar where the characters he imitated came from, we don't know, but whose characters he imitated was from He Chang'an, the marquis of the He family who died unjustly three years ago. What a pity that character, If a few pictures don’t come out, people will disappear.”

If the person is still there, none of them will flow out.

He Changan muttered in his heart, and said, "That's really a pity."

Xiao Er went on to say, "Except for the words in the stairwell, although we don't have the original ones, there are quite a few imitations, all of which came out recently, like the bamboo shoots after the rain, with dozens of copies popping out at once. This one looks good, and there is a better one, which is kept by our manager, you want to see me to get it for you."

More than one pair?

He Changan's heart became complicated again. He imitated the teacher's handwriting and knew sustainable development. It's not good to write too many at once to lower the price of the original work. What's the matter with this younger generation? vice?

Because there are so few authentic works of his own, He Changan subconsciously thought that those imitations were written by himself.

Seeing that the person didn't respond, Xiao Er took him to a corner on the second floor, "These pictures were all written by young talents, please read them first, and call me if you need anything."

There were quite a lot of people on the second floor, He Changan looked around, and saw a familiar person at the table in the middle, the one he saw when he was borrowing calligraphy in Moxianglou, at that time this person seemed to look down on him, and he didn't care too much. I know what I'm looking down on.

When He Changan was looking there, the man was also looking this way, and the two met eyes, the man was taken aback for a moment, and then began to look mockingly again.

What's wrong!He Changan turned his head and focused on the writing on the wall. To his surprise, all the writing on the wall was well written. He even asked him to read, and three of the four copies were better than his.

In fact, He Changan's handwriting is not very strong, because he is lazy, too lazy to practice calligraphy, too lazy to write articles.

But among the people he came into contact with were the Tai Tuo, Li Ze, and even other princes who were eyeing the throne. Under the oppression of others, he had to write good-looking words that everyone praised, so good-looking is good-looking, but he has no strength of character.

Otherwise, Master Taifu would not have taught him the art of imitating handwriting. Few people who imitate handwriting can write handwriting that has been handed down for generations.

So he chose the character with only form but no spirit, which is very easy to imitate.

He didn't see that after he left, someone called Xiaoer and asked, "What is that man here for, just to read the words?"

Xiao Erxin said, don't you scholars just look at it, how many of you paid for it?

But this cannot be said in the open, Xiaoer said with a smile, "Look at the words, maybe the words are not what you want, maybe you didn't bring enough money."

The man snorted, "I like it? I'm afraid I came to step on the spot, and I can't sell the words in my hand."

Xiao Er's eyes moved, "How do you say that, Young Master?"

The other people sitting at the same table also looked over, "Why, brother Feng knows that person?"

Seeing that other people were attracted by his words, Feng Ping said proudly, "That person is He Chang'an that Zhang Liangcai mentioned. He cheated Brother Liangcai of the money and sold his calligraphy and paintings at Moxianglou. Maybe the calligraphy and paintings were too poor to be sold. go out."

At the side, Xiaoer was shocked when he heard the name He Changan, and he almost couldn't smile. Hearing the words behind him, Xiaoer couldn't help but look at Feng Ping, oh, he came here to eat and drink with others, and there are more than a dozen people from Hongyuan Bookstore. It's been a while, and I haven't settled the bill once.

No one noticed that when the person sitting in the chair heard the name, the hand holding the teacup also trembled, and no one knew the fear in his heart. Then he thought that he was already a dead person, and he might have the same name and surname.

It's just that the same name and surname make people feel uncomfortable.

So he frowned and said condescendingly, "Since he is a liar, why didn't Zhang Liangcai send him to prison?"

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