Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

The stone has indeed not been paid for.

Zheng Zhaodao: "Brother Wei entered the door, the shopkeeper agreed to sell Tian Huangshi to me. Although the money has not been paid, the transaction has been completed." He put down his pen and said to the clerk, "Give the banknote to Manager Cheng."

It's too boring to entangle this kind of right and wrong.

Zheng Zhao threw the question to the clerk and shopkeeper Cheng, and took up the pen to write the manuscript.Doing business pays attention to integrity. Chengzhizhai is a time-honored brand, not a peddler who walks around the streets, and pays more attention to the word integrity.

If Tian Huangshi can't get it like this, then the guy sent by the big brother can be fired.

Shopkeeper Cheng looked at the bank notes in the clerk's hand, and then at Wei Yunheng, not knowing what to do.

First come, first served, the stone belonged to the gentleman, but Wei Yunheng had been a helper in the store for two or three years, and he treated him like a normal person, and deliberately deducted his salary when the business was not good.Now that he has become the son-in-law of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, he has not forgotten to invite himself to the wedding banquet, it is really difficult to refuse.

Wei Yunheng looked at the shopkeeper Cheng who looked hesitant and said: "Brother Zheng is right. Although the money has not been paid, he did buy this Tianhuangshi. Shopkeeper Cheng, you can accept the money and don't worry about me. I If you want to buy it, you can ask Brother Zheng to buy it."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Zhao. The young man lowered his head to draw the printed manuscript, his eyebrows and eyes were focused. Although he was in a busy city, he seemed to be in nowhere.The most eye-catching thing is the hands, with well-defined joints and slender white hands. This is indeed a pair of hands holding a pen, and the ten fingers do not touch the spring water.

Most people would be bluffed when they heard what he said, arguing with him whether it was considered a purchase if they didn’t pay.Once there's an argument, it's an argument.It can be counted as whether it was sold or not.

Zheng Zhao did not argue with him, but asked the servant to pay the bill with a firm attitude.

There was a hint of darkness in Wei Yunheng's eyes.

The two sides argue with each other, which will actually bring the status of the two sides to the same level.Ignore it, there is a feeling of superiority.

He hated this feeling the most.

I can't see you, look down on you, and ignore you.

Shopkeeper Cheng took the banknote and said to Wei Yunheng: "Yunheng, if you are in a hurry, first carve a seal with other stones. After a few days, the boat from the south will come. I will ask if there is any good Tianhuang stone."

That piece of stone was too expensive, and it hadn't been sold for almost a year. If something like this happened today, he would buy a few more pieces, earning him a lot of money.

"Shopkeeper Cheng, don't bother." Wei Yunheng smiled at Shopkeeper Cheng, walked across to Zheng Zhao, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Zheng, I will get married in a few days, and all my relatives and friends in Beijing will come to Lainqing. The Poetry Association publishes an anthology of poems, which is urgently needed."

"Sell you." Zheng Zhao didn't raise his head.

Wei Yunheng said: "My previous seal is lost... what?"

Zheng Zhao raised his head and put down his pen, repeating: "I sold you."

Wei Yunheng was stunned.

Is it that simple to sell Tian Huangshi to him?He hasn't mentioned the name of Shangshu's father-in-law yet?

If it was sold to him, why did you ask the servant to pay the shopkeeper Cheng just now?

Wei Yunheng felt that his brain was not enough today.

Zheng Zhaodao: "It is very urgent to have good poems but no good seals."

He smiled to himself after he finished speaking.

Hit his spot and he changes his mind.Grandpa always said that he was unprincipled and often contradicted himself.But for him, he doesn't want so many rules to restrict himself.

What to do today, what to do tomorrow, what age to study, what age to make progress, what age to get married, what age to have children, he doesn't think about these.

"Brother Zheng, if you need what others need, you are a real gentleman. I thank you, Brother Zheng." Wei Yunheng smiled with his hands clasped, confirming his guess even more.

If he hadn't been born noble, he would never have acted so recklessly.Every step he has taken since today has been carefully planned and worked hard for, for which he has given up too much.

Few long winds...

The wind of Wei is pleasant and beautiful, and it is suitable for spring, and the coldness of Linqing water increases the sorrow of evening.Always make the durian flower drunk, and the daylilies will eventually forget their worries for a while.

"I'm going to continue to choose stone materials, Brother Wei, please do what you want." Zheng Zhao smeared the printed manuscript so that it was hard to read.

Wei Yunheng said: "In that case, I won't bother Brother Zheng anymore." After he finished speaking, he gave a few instructions to Shopkeeper Cheng, turned around and was about to leave Chengzhi Zhai, but turned back to Zheng Zhao and said, "Brother Zheng, I will ask you in a few days. A poetry meeting will be held at..."

"No." Zheng Zhao said, "I'm like a poet."

Wei Yunheng smiled, he just saw that this young man was probably from a noble family, and he wanted to make more friends so that he would be an official in the future, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't come.

"Since Brother Zheng has made up his mind, I will leave now." Wei Yunheng left Chengzhizhai.

Zheng Zhao looked at Shopkeeper Cheng and asked, "How heavy was the suet jelly?"

Shopkeeper Cheng said: "Seven liang."

Zheng Zhao said: "Just this stone." After he finished speaking, he wrote seven characters and lived in Cangyanluozhaojian.

Shopkeeper Cheng asked his son to weigh the stone again, and took the printed manuscript to read. He saw that the seven-character seal script was vigorous and unrestrained, the strokes were thin and hard like iron, and the strokes were like lines.

This style of writing is unheard of and unseen!

Shopkeeper Cheng said: "The seals are constantly glued between the characters and between the characters and the borders. The whole printed manuscript is integrated and extremely elegant. Xianggong's writing is very good, especially the small seal script is like a silver hook painted on iron. It's just that the villain is ignorant and doesn't know this. Why what kind of script?"

Hearing this, Zheng Zhao looked at his printed manuscript and said with a smile, "It's not a style of calligraphy. I've painted too many orchids recently, so it's easy for a while."

Shopkeeper Cheng was stunned. He didn't expect that it was the boy's own calligraphy style.

"Father?" Cheng Huzi saw his father standing in place after weighing the stones.

Shopkeeper Cheng came back to his senses and fixed his eyes on Zheng Zhao, as if he saw a living statue of the God of Wealth.

"Six taels of suet jelly, the total price is 72 taels of silver." Cheng Huzi said.

"Fart! What money do you want!" Shopkeeper Cheng glared at his son, and even said abusive words in the market, "I want money, I want money, you're taking money, this stone is given to Mr. Zheng!"

Zheng Zhao knew that Shopkeeper Cheng was the idea of ​​printing the manuscript.

Shopkeeper Cheng laughed so much that the flesh on his face was piling up, his eyes were narrowed, and he walked up to Zheng Zhao and made a long bow.

"Xiao Zheng Xianggong, I know that you are busy with work and cannot accept printed manuscripts. I would like to give you 500 taels of embellishing pens. I beg you to use this calligraphy style to write "Thousand Characters"."

He is a businessman, and he doesn't know what the literati in Xiaozhuan script will say, but he knows what customers will say, good-looking, like it, and want to buy it.

Zheng Zhao helped Shopkeeper Cheng up and said, "Yes."

Xiaozhuan is now mostly used for engraving. Some people like this character, and he is also happy. After all, it is written for people to see, to share the beauty he feels with others.

Shopkeeper Cheng just got up, and when he heard Zheng Zhao's words, he bowed down again, bowed again and again, and said: "Mr. Xiang is a scholar and a great talent. This book style is the work of Mr. Xianggong. I use it to make money. It is really insulting to the gentleman. Mr. Xiang agrees to write it in seal script. I can't thank you enough..."

Zheng Zhao supported shopkeeper Cheng and said, "The shopkeeper buys calligraphy, and I sell calligraphy. It's a transaction between two people. There is no need to be too polite, and there is no need to say too many useless words."

Shopkeeper Cheng looked at Zheng Zhao in amazement, he was doing arty business, he had a close relationship with scholars, and he knew the temperament of scholars best.

Face is bigger than lizi, how to make money behind the scenes, but you can't raise money on the face, it is vulgar to raise money, even the money for selling calligraphy and painting is called Runbi.

The little gentleman in front of him talked about the business transaction calmly, but it made people feel good.

Zheng Zhao didn't know how slender and sensitive the chubby shopkeeper Cheng had, so he left after agreeing with him on a date to hand in the seal.

Back in the mansion, Fu Niang had already brought someone to clean up.There are three houses with two entrances, Zheng Zhao lives in the main house, Fu Niang lives in the east wing, and Chun Niang lives in the west wing.

"Master, you're back."

Cui'an and Mixia were busy helping Zheng Zhao wash and change clothes, while Erya went to the West Wing to take care of Chunniang.

"It is said that Miss Chun is in charge tonight." Mi Xia smiled and said to Zheng Zhao, "The cook hired by the young master is a native of Linqing, and they make noodles and pancakes. My aunt is not used to eating them, so Miss Chun has to cook by herself. .”

Zheng Zhao nodded, and said to Danghu at the door: "Tomorrow, remember to go to the tooth shop. We need to change the cook at home, and he must be able to cook Beijing dishes."

"Yes, master." Danghu agreed

After Zheng Zhao changed his clothes, he went to the study to write.The world is dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, and the original owner of some characters does not have Xiaozhuan in his memory, so he can't help but look up how to write it.

After stumbling and writing the first time, Zheng Zhao looked at it and set it on fire.

The second pass was much smoother. Originally, he just wrote it by hand and played it at will. It's not that his level is stable, but now he has some experience.The tip of the pen hides the front, and it is more skillful to control the thickness of the strokes and the strength of the lines.

The third time is gradually getting better, and the fourth time is hearty.

The afterglow in front of the window sprinkled on the rice paper, dyeing the paper like gold leaf.He let out a foul breath, and watched it again from beginning to end.

"Mi Xia, stop grinding the ink."

"Ok."

The female voice is delicate and soft, but it's not Mi Xia, Zheng Zhao looked up and saw that it was Chun Niang pulling up her sleeves and studying ink.He raised his eyebrows and didn't ask her why or when she came, but only raised his pen and said, "Add water, I want light ink."

Light ink can show his control over the pen.

Zheng Qiang shows off her beauty with her eyebrows, and he also shows off his painting skills with his eyebrows.

"Okay." Chun Niang diluted the thick ink.

Zheng Zhao concentrates on his pen, the lines are like iron, and the words are like orchids.This time he did not pursue emotional comfort, but wrote rather difficult control skills, and every character shape must reach the extreme.

If it was happy before, then it is painful now, but only in this way can we get the best.

He put down the pen, rubbed his wrist, and felt exhausted after writing less than a hundred words.

"Cousin, what's for dinner?"

When a person is half dead from exhaustion, he only thinks about what to eat?

Chun Niang said: "I heard from Cui'an that my cousin likes to drink sour bamboo shoots and chicken skin soup. There is no sour bamboo shoots at home, so I made a hot and sour soup with tofu, winter bamboo shoots and fungus."

Zheng Zhao smiled and said, "I'm hungry."

Tonight he drank a whole five bowls of soup and didn't eat a mouthful of rice, Fu Niang was so worried that he refused to let Chun Niang take the spoon again.

"I will definitely stay away from the kitchen in the future." Chun Niang stretched out her hand to make an oath, "I promise, Auntie."

In the next few days, Zheng Zhao has been writing "Thousand Characters".Frowning while holding a pen in the study, pacing and sighing in the courtyard.By noon on the fifth day, he finally finished writing.

"Pinghu, send it to the shopkeeper Cheng of Chengzhizhai." Zheng Zhao stroked it with his hand, feeling a little bit reluctant in his heart.After writing the thousand-character seal script, he felt as if the whole thing had been hollowed out, and his expression was in a trance.

"What is Brother Zhao doing in the study?" Fu Niang frowned and asked Mi Xia.

Mi Xia said: "The young master is reading a book, but the servants can't read the characters, and don't know what kind of book it is."

"Oh, I'm reading again." Fu Niang sighed, her worries would never end, "I didn't dare to disturb him after he wrote for a few days, why didn't he come out for activities after finishing writing, and still held his breath. In the study, don't hold back your illness."

Mi Xia persuaded: "It is a good thing for the young master to study hard, if Auntie is worried, it is better to persuade the young master."

Fu Niang said: "I also want to persuade him to go out and play. He hasn't been to Linqing City yet. How can a kid as old as someone else know how to run around all over the street, and he doesn't even leave the house."

Mi Xia smiled and said: "Pinghu is just like a lake. If the young master has something to do, I went to them, but I couldn't find any of them. I don't know where they went crazy."

Fu Niang said: "The two of them are frizzy, but fortunately I don't worry about going together." After she finished speaking, her eyes lit up, "Yes, together, I have friends of the same age. Not familiar, he has no friends and naturally stays at home."

"Mi Xia, ask someone to deliver a letter to the eldest young master, asking him to help Brother Zhao make some friends and introduce a young man of the same age."

In the afternoon, Zheng Lian came to pick up Zheng Zhao for the poetry meeting.

"The post has been delivered, but I don't understand poetry, and I just went there as a companion. It's more uncomfortable than the entertainment in the business field. It would be better if my third brother went for me." Zheng Lian sat in the main hall and said to Fu Niang, "He is Linqing Renshi, the youngest head of the Imperial Academy, came back to prepare for a wedding, although his family background is average, but he is motivated."

"Very good." Fu Niang got up and saluted, "Thank you, Eldest Young Master."

Zheng Lian gave the post to Zheng Zhao, and said, "They are inviting the young master of the Duke's Mansion, third brother, don't worry, it doesn't matter to them if you go or if you go, they are even happier if you know poetry."

Zheng Zhao took the post and looked at Fu Niang, and Fu Niang also looked at him, with gentle encouragement in his eyes.Normally he would have gone there, but today when he was studying, he suddenly had an idea that this style of drawing orchids can be used not only in Xiaozhuan, but also in Baiwen.

How can running cursive, official script and seal script only stay on the seal script?

Zheng Zhaodao: "I want to write."

Fu Niang said: "No, you don't want to, you have to go out and make friends."