child prodigy at eighty

Except for buying couplets sporadically, the rest were all covered by the city government.

It wasn't enough for the city government to cover everything all at once, and he had to write another part. The deposit alone gave him ten yuan on the spot.

The people around gasped, all their eyes were on the money and they couldn't get it off. The money came too easily.

"I can also write, and my writing is no worse than his." The man writing couplets opposite couldn't help but say.

"We just fell in love with his handwriting, yours, next time." The man in his thirties said lightly.

"What's so good about his writing? I'm afraid the kid hasn't practiced for a few days. I can get it cheap, eight or five!" The man sold himself without giving up.

"No need." The man shook his head directly.

The middle-aged man who didn't win the deal gave Song Shiyu a bitter look, his eyes full of resentment.

"Your handwriting is frivolous, weak, loose and formless. You originally had some skills, but it took more than ten years to abandon them. Have you been practicing calligraphy for three months?" Song Shiyu told his situation.

The man's expression froze, and he argued: "You dare to comment on my handwriting after only a few days of practice. I am a master, and I have studied for three years. How many days have you studied?"

"Does it have something to do with you after I studied for a few days?" Song Shiyu said angrily, "It's better than yours anyway."

He was so masculine that he could no longer maintain his demeanor, so he opened his mouth to curse bitterly. Those words were so ugly that he was immediately cast aside by passers-by.

Who is worse than a child.

The man who placed the order smiled and glanced at Song Shiyu, then turned around and rode away.

This man must be in a high position.Song Shiyu's intuition told him so.

Although Shangyu City is small, it has everything that government agencies should have. Song Shiyu spent a whole day and a half writing for this big order and finished it in the afternoon of New Year's Eve. His wrists were about to break.

That afternoon, there were a few people who were particularly good at flattering the leaders, knowing the news, and immediately came to buy his calligraphy, but Song Shiyu couldn't finish writing in his hand, so if he had time to write for them, he naturally refused.

"One dollar a pair, kid, that's enough to buy a bag of white rabbit toffee!" The man gritted his teeth and increased.

Song Shiyu is not old and stubborn, he wrote couplets to make money, and naturally he would not refuse when he heard the price. The man bought eight couplets at once, and asked him to spare eight blessings for nothing, so he left in pain.

One person raised the price, and other people naturally had to buy in this way. Some bought two pictures and some bought one pair. He earned nearly 30 yuan just for these few people.

Song Shiyu was in pain and joy, and his wrist was swollen at the end of writing.

Father Song didn't interfere with his behavior from beginning to end. Liu Erhua watched his son write like that without moving for a day, his fingers were red from the cold, and his heart was so distressed that he opened his mouth and said that we would not sell it.

"People have to be trustworthy, and I will finish writing after I accept it." Song Shiyu raised his sore wrist and continued to write, just as seriously as the first one.

The city government was very happy to give the money. A total of 27 yuan and [-] cents were settled, not one cent more, one cent not less.

Song Shiyu and the fourth brother took the flattened and wrinkled ten-cent bills one by one, and the second child was drooling at the paper, and he only shared fifty cents in the end, which was pitifully less than the big stack in his brother's hand.

In the last count, there was a total of 52.8 yuan, which was more than his father's salary!

"Buy sugar, buy sugar, so much sugar!" Song Xiaosi was going crazy with joy, running around the room.

Song Shiyu generously handed him five yuan, "Buy candy!"

Song Lao Er was so jealous that he was about to bleed: "Why did he divide it into five yuan? What did he do?" At any rate, he still sold couplets.

"He has a dime to buy red paper." In short, it is someone else's investment.

"One dime for five yuan!" If I had known that he would buy him a hundred tickets, how much would he have gotten!Song Shi stomped his feet vigorously, as if he saw a large stack of banknotes flying away in front of his eyes.

Xiao Si kicked the money into his pocket and dragged San Ge away, "Buy sugar, buy sugar."

"Hiss!" Song Shiyu took a deep breath, and Xiao Si was holding onto his half-useless right hand, the pain made him burst into tears instantly, and he almost shed man's tears.

Liu Erhua hurriedly pulled Xiao Si away, "You child, your wrist is swollen, why don't you say anything?" He hurriedly went outside to find some medicine.

Xiao Si was also taken aback, and obsequiously cupped Third Brother's wrist and blew loudly: "It won't hurt anymore."

Father Song, who had been silent all this time, asked with a serious face, "Does it hurt?"

Song Shiyu nodded.

"Happy?"

Song Shiyu nodded, "I'm happy to make money, but my hands hurt, and I'm not happy."

Song Changhe sighed, pulled the third child into his arms, took the medicine handed over by his lover and rubbed his arm: "You earned your father's and my salary for a month and a half in three days, this is your ability. But your hands will hurt a lot." More than a week, maybe there will be mistakes in the future, do you think it's worth it?"

"No, I know it myself. It hurts for a week at most." Song Shiyu said with a rigorous attitude that children don't have: "I asked when I took the order. I can bear this amount, and I am not overwhelmed."

Song Changhe, who originally wanted to preach a few words, paused, but the expression on his face was both helpless and distressed: "I mean you are still a child, your father and I are the ones to make money, and you don't need to worry about it!" him.

"I want to buy a tape recorder." Song Xiaosan said.

"What?" Song Changhe was speechless, didn't this matter have already been turned over?The co-author has been thinking about it for half a year!He didn't lie when he said that he would save five yuan a month, so he couldn't wait?

"San'er, how good is the tape recorder? Don't everyone have a radio at home?" Liu Erhua didn't understand why he was so obsessed with it.

"It's different," he said.

Well, eight cows will not be able to pull back this one who is sure about it.Liu Erhua is convinced by his three boys, what kind of person was this kid in his previous life!

Regarding the safekeeping of the money, Liu Erhua insisted that she keep it, while Song Xiaosan held completely opposite opinions on this.

"Mama Qian is at most kept there, but money can make money with me. Do you want to keep it with me or with you?" Song Xiaosan said with a mysterious face.

"Money begets money?" Liu Erhua felt that he might have earned some money and didn't even know his surname. "You think this is an old hen laying eggs, and she can lay eggs for you. What good things are you thinking about!"

"Anyway, just let me here, don't worry about it, just wait to use the tape recorder." Song Shiyu said confidently.

What else did Liu Erhua want to say, Father Song gave Xiaosan the final decision, how to save and distribute what he earns is up to him, and he even told a few younger ones that it will be like this in the future, whoever earns the money counts, and they don’t care. Blend.

As soon as the words came out, several younger ones cheered long live Dad.

Song Xiaosi, who didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, bluffed along. Song Shifeng was ambitious to make a lot of money. Song Xiaosan sincerely thanked his father for his support and understanding. He felt that his father was the best father in the world.

Liu Erhua rolled her eyes straight when she heard this, she co-authored that this is a bad person and let her do it, so he will be the good person.

Song Xiaosan is such a thoughtful person, after flattering his father, he gave the money to his mother: "Mom, these five dollars are for my son to respect you."

Liu Erhua looked at him in surprise, amused, and didn't ask for his money, but patted his head, "You're the only one who can coax me! I'm still short of your five yuan?"

The whole family had a happy new year full of joy.

***

"Leader, how do you buy a couplet for a child? Xu Xiaomeng, the old man in our unit, can write it. Why do you have to pay for it yourself?" On the bus, the driver in his twenties asked puzzled.

"Don't you think that kid is very interesting?" A handsome man in his thirties in a Chinese tunic suit said with a smile.

"Interesting? The writing is good?" He really didn't see what was interesting, there were a lot of tricks, and he knew that a deposit was required.

"You are not as good as that kid." Another gray-haired man in his fifties laughed at him: "When you become a leader, you just buy a couplet? Why doesn't the leader buy the man opposite? You forgot the document you wrote a while ago?"

"Oh!" The man slapped his forehead, "The secretary is encouraging business! A leader is a leader, otherwise, why am I not a leader? What I think is that I am not far away from the leader." He didn't know whether he was flattering or not. .

"Drive your car well."

"Leader, it's been a while since the document came down, but I haven't seen any movement in the province. Who knows what regulations are behind it. Is it too risky for you to do this?" The gray-haired man was worried.

The man who was called the leader smiled, "Don't worry, the sky won't change."

"It's also because I think too much. I'm getting old and scared." The gray-haired man sighed.

"Go home and have a good year."

When he came back after the new year, the young leader saw the same couplets posted on the doors of several houses in the family courtyard, and he didn't know what to say about them. They might as well be a child with foresight, a bunch of trash!