child prodigy at eighty

Song Shiyu also went to Shizi Street, just across from where the couplets were changed, and when he got there, he realized that he didn't bring a table.

But it didn't bother him at all, he borrowed a table from a nearby store for a pair of couplets, and asked for half a bowl of water to grind the ink.

Spreading paper, rubbing ink, and Song Shiyu's unhurried actions attracted people on the road to watch.

"Child, what are you doing?" an uncle asked with a smile.

"Change for sugar!" Xiaosi rushed to say.

"Yo, the one on the opposite side is here to snatch the business." The people watching the excitement yelled.

The man on the opposite side smiled, it was completely a joke of the child's nonsense, and said nonchalantly: "Please go ahead."

"Kid, quickly show your hand and compare with him." Someone started to boo.

Song Shiyu ignored them at all, and slowly raised his hand to hold the pen. The moment he picked up the pen, his temperament suddenly changed.

The spectators stopped talking suddenly, and they couldn't say what was the reason, but they felt that the atmosphere was suddenly frozen, and their desire to speak was suppressed.

When he finished writing a line, everyone let out a deep breath, good guy, they all held their breath for a long time.

People who don't understand think that the writing is beautiful, but fortunately they can't tell, it is not weaker than the opposite.One or two who knew a little bit and looked at the words carefully felt that there was a faint aura rushing towards them. If it wasn't for the fact that others were small and weak, the overwhelming aura would be even stronger.

"Good words." People started talking one after another, regardless of whether he understands it or not, as long as it looks good.

Someone wanted to change it on the spot, "Little friend, how much candy do you want to change?"

"One dime a pair." Song Shiyu said.

"What? So expensive?" Those who asked about the price were shocked. You must know that a catty of flour is only [-] cents, and this pair of couplets is only [-] cents, which is too expensive.

"That's right, just change something if the other side gives you something, it's much better than yours."

"The ink I use is high-quality pine smoke ink, which smells fragrant; the paper I use is the best red paper, which is larger than the usual couplet; the most fundamental thing is that my calligraphy is good, and it is worth the price." Song Shiyu finished. Just ignore them and continue to write your own words.I wrote a picture and clipped it on the pulled rope, and it didn’t take long to clip a large piece, which looked very spectacular.

It's a pity that I saw a lot, but I didn't buy a single one.

Song Shiyu wrote and hung his words in a slow manner, and his calm demeanor made people look like he had a plan in mind.

But Song Xiaosi was so anxious to death that he didn't even care about the cold. He scratched his head and turned around, his eyes flicked around the people around him. He said, "Uncle, don't you want to buy it?" The words were aggrieved.

Before the man could say anything, Song Xiaosan greeted without raising his head: "Little Si, Momo."

Song Shiyan reflexively picked up the ink stick and rubbed the ink. The movements were skillful, and it looked like he was doing it often.But he couldn't even grind the ink, he kept looking at the crowd, hoping to find someone willing to buy their calligraphy.

A lot of things have been changed on the opposite side, and they still have nothing...

"Calm down." Song Shiyu said again.

Song Xiaosi had no choice but to withdraw his envious eyes, and rubbed the ink honestly.

Two small children were wearing padded jackets and dog fur hats, one was writing and the other was rubbing ink. In this bustling and bustling cross street, they managed to create a scholarly and quiet atmosphere, as if those background boards had nothing to do with them. .

A young man from Shanghai couldn't help pressing the shutter in his hand to record this beautiful moment.No one knew that this photo won the first prize in next year's photography competition, and some people even guessed from the photo that the child who wrote must have been taught by everyone and was a famous teacher.

Of course, the two children are buying words now, and no one has bought them for a long time.

A young man with a camera hanging around his neck came to them and said politely: "Kids, your handwriting is really good, can you send me a picture?"

"One dime for a couplet, optional." Song Shiyu said seriously.

"A dime." Song Xiaosi answered, "It's only a dime, uncle, you can buy it, it's not expensive at all."

The young man smiled, "It's interesting to start a business at such a young age." He took out a piece of paper from his pocket to tease him: "Do you know how much it is?"

"One yuan." Song Xiaosi looked at it and said happily, "I recognize it, it's ten ten cents. Do you want to sell ten couplets?"

The man who was originally teasing him said, "No, I want to buy one."

Song Xiaosi stared at him in embarrassment: "But I don't have Jiumao for you." Turning to his brother, he asked, "Brother, do you have Jiumao?"

Song Shiyu pursed his lips, "No."

"Uncle, don't you have a penny?" Song Xiaosi asked with his face raised.

"Me neither." The man spread his hands and looked at him innocently.

Now Song Xiaosi really wanted to cry.

Song Shiyu said: "Uncle, don't tease my brother, he is young, you can't be coaxed if he cries."

The man smiled, put away the [-] yuan note in his hand, and took out a [-]-cent note and gave it to him: "I want two pairs."

"Please do." Song Shiyu waved his hand and let him choose, with an adult-like demeanor.

The man carefully selected the couplets he liked, and he was even more surprised when he saw it. Originally, he only thought the words were good, otherwise he wouldn't be able to buy them, but he was even more surprised when he read the content.Some quotes are full of classics, some are straightforward and simple and cute, some couplets he has never seen before, and he, a new youth in Dashencheng, opened his eyes!

Whoever taught this child has good words, good couplets, and better intentions.

"Kids, don't you care if your adults let you out to work like this?" The man picked out his favorite couplet, carefully put it in his backpack, and showed it to his family when he went back. It would definitely surprise them.

"This is my own business." Song Shiyu replied simply.He was in a good mood when he opened it, so he was willing to chat with him.

"Hehe, interesting." The man felt that it was very novel, and it was so much fun to meet such an interesting person in such a small town.

Song Shiyu glanced at him and continued to write.What is interesting?What does he mean?

When the man wanted to lead him to chat again, Song Xiaosan ignored him, and he was unhappy to chat with him again.

The two young ones stood on the street for a whole afternoon. Except for the two paintings bought by the outsider, no one else bought them. They asked a lot, but when they asked for money to buy one, they just shook their heads.On the other hand, the business on the opposite side was good, and they collected a lot of things. Before leaving, they advised them to go home early, so as not to freeze.

I won't say how frustrated Song Shiyan was, but Song Shiyu didn't say anything, and even bought a handful of candy with the two cents, not worried about it at all.

The next day, the two continued to set up a stall, but Liu Erhua couldn't stop them, so they had to arm them with thick scarves and thick gloves, so as not to freeze if they didn't earn any money in the end.

Today's business is stronger than yesterday. I don't know if people went back and said it as a joke. They came to see them write more. The bald principal who passed by bought two pictures, saying that they supported their excellent students' life practice.

Gu Weifeng quietly got two infusion bottles filled with hot water, warmed the hands of the two little ones, drove them back during lunch, and helped them watch the stall.

Song Shiyu reluctantly forgave him.

In the end, most of the people who bought the calligraphy were educated people who saw that the child's handwriting was really good, and they even sold it for two yuan a day, which was higher than his father's salary.

Song Changhe was so shocked that he couldn't close his jaw: "We are so cheap here now?" In his opinion, spending money to buy this is a disease.

"I wrote it well." Song Shiyu emphasized.What does it mean to not be short of money? He still feels that he has been sold cheaply.

"All right, all right, you write well." Father Song said in a good-tempered manner.

Song Shifeng's soul was taken away by the two dollars, that envy and annoyance, why didn't he expect to be able to earn such money?

It's useless to think about it, he doesn't know how to write couplets at all, he has forgotten the time when he didn't practice calligraphy.

"Brother, I'll be with you tomorrow." He can put down his figure very well, and he usually doesn't bother to play with children, but now he talks nicely.

"You don't know how to write couplets." What are you going to do?

"I'll sell it for you." Song Shifeng took it for granted: "If I join, I will definitely earn four yuan tomorrow, not five!"

"No need." Song Xiaosan flatly refused.

"What?"

"You are too noisy."

"How can you sell things without talking? The popsicle seller still yells twice." Song Shifeng didn't retreat just because you refused a word.

In the end, Song Shiyu gave him ten couplets and a dozen blessing characters to sell by himself, and the money was split half and half.

Song Lao Er thought for a while, accepted this method, and said happily: "Then I will sell it in the small square, and no one will grab it from me." He also felt that only ten sets were missing, so he could earn one yuan, and the share was only fifty cents. I wanted to make more points, but was ruthlessly dismissed by Song Shiyu, and I will wait until you sell out.

Then Song Shiyu's couplet exploded that day.