Chapter 167

Although the competition is not over yet, people with long eyes can see that Zhao Wenzhou must be the first. But when song Xijiao asked his partner to go to Zhao's house to tell him to come and receive the reward, Zhao Wenzhou was so arrogant that he refused to come.

He is also a scholar with full frame!

However, these literati have always been unpredictable, including Ruan Ji, who cried because of his poverty, and Ji Kang, who forged iron under the willow tree, not to mention Jin Shengtan, who was also very happy.

To deal with these people, it is not enough to rely on the temptation of interests alone. To them, principles and integrity are more important than anything else. Anything that comes close to them is fishing for fame and reputation, which is not worth mentioning.

But they can not be free from worldly intrusion, always want to stand out.

That makes them look better and more eccentric.

So, song Xijiao made a detour. She asked Ling Ziqing to send a post to go out and invite Zhao Wenzhou to talk to the teahouse. When he arrived, she entered the elegant room of the teahouse. What she saw was song Xijiao.

"You..." He was stunned. He didn't know song Xijiao at all. But he devoted himself to the book of sages. His heart was simple. He didn't realize that he had been cheated. "Who are you?"

Song Xijiao took out a piece of bamboo paper with a smile, pointed to the ink spot on it and said, "do you know what this is?"

Zhao Wen responded on Monday when he saw it. Before that, a clerk came to him and said that he was asking him for a piece of calligraphy. He wanted to hang it in the Xifeng bamboo paper factory to compete with other scholars to see who's more fond of his words.

He had been writing and studying at home for a long time. He was also eager to compete with others and make a name for himself. So he readily agreed and wrote a piece of writing to him on the spot.

Later, the man came to find himself again, saying that his words were the best and got the most ink spots. He also said that his boss had prepared a generous gift to reward him.

He thought about it and didn't go.

First of all, he always thinks that he is noble. If he is rewarded in full view of the public, it seems that he is selling his words for money!

Second, he had not dealt with people for a long time. When he thought of the prosperity of the bamboo paper mill and the idea of being watched by so many people, he felt like a thorn in his back and could not step out.

"Are you miss song from Xifeng bamboo paper farm?"

Song Xijiao began to laugh. This man was not stupid. After she showed the ink dots, she put his words carefully mounted on the table.

Zhao Wenzhou only saw her take out a roll of scroll, slowly open, a burst of ink suddenly came, and then, the familiar black dragon swimming like handwriting slowly unfolded in front of him, spread on the neat white hard paper, just like the eagle flying in the sky, lifelike.

"This is your character, not signed yet. If you like, just take it." Song Xijiao said with a smile, "however, if you stay at home alone, it's better to sign your name and let me hang it in the store for more people to see your calligraphy. What do you think?"

Zhao Wenzhou immediately arched his hand and said, "it's a natural honor for Zhao to be appreciated by Miss Song!"

Although he did not say it clearly, the meaning was self-evident, that is, he agreed. After all, this picture, which was mounted by song Xijiao, is more than ten times better than his own.

What's more, it's a blessing for him to let these people read his words every day!

"Thank you very much." Song Xijiao immediately rolled up that piece of writing again, and then untied a cloth pocket from her waist and put it on the table. She said with a smile, "you and I have never met before. I can't accept your words in vain. This is a little bit of my heart. Don't be disgusted with Mr. Zhao."

"No, no, no, how can I charge you for your knife?" At the mention of money, Zhao Wenzhou immediately shook his head.

He just finished, just listen to the squeak behind him, the door opened, Ling Zi walked in with a light smile.

This is the late spring and early summer, sunny season, but when Ling Ziqing walked into the house, he did not like to sprinkle a bunch of snow, which immediately brought a few threads of cool meaning.

"Why should Mr. Zhao refuse? This is not only Xijiao's intention, but also an affirmation of the value of your word." Ling Ziqing smiles at Song Xijiao. She sits in her surprised eyes and continues, "at the beginning, when she found the word I wanted, she also paid me some benefits, which is much less than this."

At the sight of Ling Ziqing, Zhao Wenzhou was immediately restrained.

For the literati in Jinzhou City, Ling Ziqing is simply a god like existence. He can only observe from a distance and dare not approach him. Now, with the light of song Xijiao, he has the chance to have tea at the same table with Ling Ziqing. He is so excited that he doesn't know how to do it. His lips are murmuring, but he can't speak.

"Why are you here?" Song Xijiao quietly asked Ling Ziqing, she clearly said to Qingfeng, just borrow Ling Ziqing's name, don't need him personally.

Ling Ziqing said in a low voice with a smile: "it's so difficult to see you once. If I don't take the initiative, I'm afraid that the chance to see you will be less and less."

Song Xijiao's cheek is red. She didn't mean to hide from Ling Ziqing. It's true that there is a big vinegar jar at home.

"Well I'm not welcome Zhao Wenzhou wiped his sweat, as if he had met a teacher's student, his face tense.Song Xijiao saw the support of Ling Ziqing, and the atmosphere was almost brewing. Finally she opened her mouth and entered the main topic: "Mr. Zhao, in fact, I have one more thing to ask for today."

As she spoke, she took out a book and handed it to him. Then she continued, "I want to make this kind of book. However, other people's words are always short of heat. The copied book has no collection value. But if you use Mr. Zhao's words and my binding skills, the books will be exquisite, luxurious and priceless! "

Zhao Wenzhou looked through the book in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he was. Unlike the bamboo scroll, the book was light and easy to read. The key point was that a thin book was full of words and the content was so rich that I could not finish reading it in two or three days.

How could there be such a thing?

"As long as you promise me to copy the book for me, I can write the name of Mr. Zhao on the title page of the book. At that time, no matter who handed it to, you will know that this book was copied by you, Mr. Zhao."

After saying that, seeing that Zhao Wenzhou had already loosened up, song Xijiao took out her own killer mace, "and, I can also help Mr. Zhao personally make Zhao's anthologies. In the future, you and I will not live in the world, but master Zhao's books can be forever popular."

When song Xijiao and Ling Ziqing came out of the teahouse, it was already dark.

Ling Ziqing shook his head and sighed: "you, you, with your three inch eloquence, is there anything you can't do? Zhao Wenzhou's temper is so strange that he has fallen into your little girl's hands. "

Song Xijiao complacent smile: "which is what three inch tongue, I just like it."

Seeing that it was going to be late, song Xijiao said anxiously, "I have to go. Zhongchun is still waiting for me. Mr. Ling, thank you very much today. Goodbye!"

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