Chapter 1974

It was said that it was her grandmother, and the middle-aged scribe was speechless. No matter how bad his temper was, he didn't dare to disobey his mother. This little girl was lawless and was used to by his mother.

The middle-aged scholar sighed in his heart, shook his head and said, "he said this word is for you. I don't think it's very well written. Don't learn from him." He doesn't let her learn from Ning fan, but he doesn't totally reject her. After all, Ning fan is a practitioner and has a very high status in the world.

There is no way for ordinary people to cultivate Taoism. Even though his characters are quite famous in this small town, they are useless and will not be liked by any monk. The really powerful people are all in Imperial College, which is the place he yearns for. Unfortunately, he doesn't even have the qualification to take the exam.

All of a sudden, the middle-aged scholar's eyes brightened and he thought of Ning fan's words. He turned his head and looked at his daughter carefully. The more he looked at her, the more exquisite and lovely she felt. Could her daughter be admitted to the Academy in accordance with his long cherished wish?

If her daughter Xiaomeng can really be admitted to the Academy, it will be the greatest blessing of their Yi family, which is more worthy of expectation than anything else. The middle-aged scholar trembled with excitement when he thought of it.

"Dad, why are you shaking all the time? Are you ok?" Yi Xiaomeng is surprised to see his father like this.

"Well, I'm not feeling well. I'll go to have a rest first. You can take care of the facade." The middle-aged scholar himself felt a little humiliated, so he hurried away and left his daughter to see the shop.

The main reason why he is so relieved is that the town is always peaceful. Although her daughter is very young, she is very smart and pleasant. She helped him to see the shop several times before and made several businesses. People saw that she was so lovely that she even avoided bargaining. After that, he asked his daughter to look at the shop every so often that he was happy to do something else.

Today is different. Yi Yuntian, a middle-aged scholar, is in a mood of ups and downs. He is teased too much by Ning fan, and his embarrassing state is seen by his daughter. Now he needs to calm down, or he will collapse.

After his father left, Yi Xiaomeng curiously climbed to the chair and spread out Ning fan's works to enjoy. Although she is only seven or eight years old, her eyes are clear and smart, and she looks extremely smart. She also has a good style in appreciating calligraphy, no less than some adults.

What she saw was quite different from what her father Yi Yuntian saw. What Yi Yuntian saw was calligraphy, and what she saw was lines drawn one by one. She suddenly felt that these lines were very interesting, as if they contained something. As for what it was, she couldn't figure it out with her little head. Of course, she also had something in her intuition, which she didn't see.

She can recognize every word on the paper, but it's a bit difficult for her to add it together. There are several words on it, and she can't figure out what they mean. She had a stubborn energy. She read it repeatedly when she couldn't understand it. She still talked about it. She didn't notice that an old businessman came in and watched it for a long time.

"Tut Tut, it's interesting. Did your father write it?" The old businessman couldn't help exclaiming after looking at it for a moment.

"No, it was written by someone else." Yi small hoodwink also did not lift ground to return a sentence, finish saying just curiously slanted a head to Piao an old businessman one eye. As soon as she saw that the other party was an outsider, she immediately put down her calligraphy and painting and said happily, "are you here to buy calligraphy and painting, Grandpa? My father's calligraphy and paintings are the best in the city. It's very respectable to buy them and hang them in the hall. "

She is young, but she is a sharp toothed kid. No wonder her father Yi Yuntian confides in her care of the shop. If someone else said anything, it would be impossible for a little girl to see the shop. God knows what would happen.

"Ha ha, you are born to do business. As you have said, I can't say if I don't buy it. OK, I'll take some back." The old businessman laughed and tried his best to laugh, but his eyes never left Ning fan's words, and his eyes were always surprised.

He never thought that in such a small place, words with such a high artistic conception could appear. The character itself is very general, some strokes are even clumsy, but the overall artistic conception is very prominent, with a natural feeling. This is very strange. Without decades of immersion, it is impossible to achieve this level. But after decades, even an idiot can write very well, but this guy's words are too general to be praised.

Artistic conception is something that he has only recently realized. After all, he is already a great monk at the peak of Yuanshen, and it's not easy for him to have good luck and become better and better recently. Now we are not only faced with breaking through the bottleneck, but also have made quite good progress in the word, which can be described as good things.

However, Ning fan's words made him puzzled. No matter how he looked at it, the artistic conception of the word was not obtained by accident, but there was a gully in his heart, which changed with a free and easy wave. The character ugliness belongs to ugliness. On the whole, it is very coherent. The layout of calligraphy is also different. There is no doubt that it is not from ordinary people.

"Grandfather, the walls are all written by my father. The words are good. It's good to buy more pairs and take them back to give them away." Yi Xiaomeng's mouth was small and sweet, and he cried one by one, which made the old businessman a little unbearable.

Such a lovely little girl, so sweet and sensible, if he doesn't buy more, he seems to be sorry for her. The old businessman had to turn around and study her father's words. It's a sharp contrast. Her father's handwriting is childlike skill. He has been immersed in it since he was a child. He has a solid foundation, but he is not clumsy. In addition, he has some experience in writing. His calligraphy and painting look calm and elegant. He really deserves to be a pen pole in the city.

Under Yi Xiaomeng's constant persuasion, the old businessman finally took away half of the calligraphy and painting in the hall. When he came back, he could not laugh or cry. He had never been so fooled at such an old age. But even if he knew it was a hoax, he had already promised the girl. If he didn't buy it, it would be too hurtful.

"If you pack it up, you can give me a discount and give it to me by the way." The old businessman is not a fuel-efficient lamp. While Yi Xiaomeng is busy calculating the accounts, he suddenly picks up Ning fan's words and prepares to put them away.

It seems that Yi Xiaomeng is very serious in accounting. In fact, he has a wide range of eyes and ears. He is very alert. He suddenly sees through his tricks and reacts very quickly to take back Ning fan's calligraphy and paintings. He frightens the old businessman, just like the aborigines who have never seen the world.

"No way!" Yi Xiaomeng was a big kid and had a quick reaction. He grabbed half of Ning fan's calligraphy and painting. If we don't give in to each other, it is estimated that the calligraphy and painting will be destroyed.