Zhong Yue doesn’t like Russell’s personality very much, he can only admire him.

Such a unique personality, who dares to love and hate, will never be able to integrate into society.

Perhaps, Mr. Luo has his own pursuit. After all, the rice paper from the calligraphy club was not picked up. Zhong Yue was embarrassed to use paper with such high intensity. After lunch, he left school and went back to Dexuanzhai.

In early summer, the afternoon sun makes people sweat behind their backs. The ladies who love beauty hold sun umbrellas and long white legs, coming and going on the sidewalk. Zhong Yue walked past Frey Square with a knife of rice paper and some pens and ink.

The three fried chicken shops in Frey Square are full of fragrance. One is newly opened but not very popular. The other two have long been competing with each other, holding banners, as if they are going to do something big.

Buy big chicken steak to get milk tea, the original price is 15, and the current price is 12!

Buy two and get one free for chicken chops! The boss is going crazy!

Zhong Yue laughed, these businesses are crazy to grab customers.

The two restaurants here are very popular, but the chicken chop shop at the corner is not moving yet. The store is a bit small. Nowadays, the chicken chop shops are like this. There are no seats for guests to eat. There are only a public leisure area surrounded by more than a dozen small shops, covered by a few sun umbrellas, and a few old wooden tables and chairs are placed in scattered.

"Hey, classmate, come here."

Zhong Yue was stunned, "Ah? Call me?"

The chicken chop uncle with a headscarf waved and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, come here."

Zhong Yue was confused, "Uncle, I just had a meal and didn't eat chicken chops."

"No, I'll do something for you."

"Uncle, I won't deliver takeout..."

Zhong Yue had met a strange merchant before and insisted on letting him run errands to deliver takeout food. He was speechless.

"No, I see, you are carrying paper and ink brushes, and you should be able to write brushes, right?"

"Uncle, I'm ugly in writing." Zhong Yue said bluntly. The font of lacquer books cannot be appreciated by ordinary people. This is not that Zhong Yue belittles himself, but that lacquer books are too niche.

The uncle smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. What kind of taste does our chicken chop shop need? It's hard to find someone who can write calligraphy now. If I hadn't been able to write, I would have written myself long ago."

"Okay." Zhong Yue looked at the red banner and hesitated for a moment, "Uncle, did you buy this one? Why don't you just find an advertising design room to make a banner?"

It was already past one o'clock, and the business in the store was getting slow. The uncle poured Zhong Yue a glass of iced sour plum juice and said, "The advertising banners are all templates. In this era, how can you use the same thing? You must have your own characteristics."

"It makes sense." Zhong Yue nodded, sat under the sun umbrella, put down the rice paper, and then carried it up again. The table was so oily that the kraft paper wrapped outside was directly absorbed with oil.

"Young man, let go of your courage to write. Uncle is optimistic about you!"

Zhong Yue was still worried that the uncle could not accept the lacquer book, so he took out his mobile phone and took a few lacquer book works. "Uncle, look at my font style. If you can't accept it, please ask Gao Ming."

The uncle looked at the picture on Zhong Yue’s phone and his eyes lit up, "It’s just that ugly!"

“…”

When Zhong Yue heard this, he didn't know whether he should be happy or like Luo, he took out a hidden knife and fought with the chicken chop boss...

The uncle brought a bucket of yellow paint and said happily: "I'll bother my classmates."

"Okay." Zhong Yue picked up the pig hair brush, dipped it in the paint, helped people to the end, and sent Buddha to heaven...

"Hey, my classmate, I see that you have a brush in your plastic bag. How much does it cost? I bought it. You can write it with this brush."

Zhong Yue smiled, "Boss, you are a big banner. My pen is not big enough. You can't let me apply paint on it little by little, right?"

"Ah? Isn't it like this when writing calligraphy?"

"Don't worry, I can write with this brush." ​​Zhong Yue scraped the paint almost dripped, and put a few scrap newspapers under the red banner, "What do you write?"

"Chicken chops with attitude are not reduced!"

...

...

Zhong Yue returned to the dormitory with a little sadness with chicken chop sour plum soup.

I originally hoped that calligraphy would be famous all over the world in the future and sold it for tens of thousands per square foot. However, my ideal was full and the reality was skinny. Zhong Yue made an appointment for the first time and dedicated it to the chicken chop shop. The reward was a piece of big chicken chop and a cup of sour plum soup...

"Huh, I'm so tired. Are you eating chicken chops?"

Zhong Yue sat on the bed and threw rice paper on the table.

Gong Chuan sniffed his nose, "A Yue, how do you know I didn't eat?"

Zhong Yue laughed and said, "Eat it, I've eaten it, I'll give you this sour plum soup."

Gong Chuan was holding a bamboo stick and playing a mobile game while happily eating chicken chops, "A Yue, your tissue paper is big enough."

"Go to your sister's tissue, this is rice paper!"

Gong Chuan laughed, "Nonsense, I'm not blind. I'm just running you. You, don't learn those literary men, what kind of calligraphy are you? We are all rough men in engineering and can play games and basketball, which is enough to pick up girls. By the way, you have to know how to practice computers."

Zhong Yue turned his eyes on Gong Chuan, "Why don't you go to tutor your little sister today on this weekend?"

"The high school entrance examination is about to take half a month. It's not good to provide high-intensity tutoring. I told her on the weekend to let her relax herself."

"Haha, the red-haired brother won't take her to eat, drink and have fun?" Zhong Yue also tasted a piece of chicken chop, which tasted good.

Gong Chuan rolled his eyes and said, "Get out! We are very innocent, okay."

"I'm not insincere."

"What you mean and tone is that I kidnap my little sister!"

Zhong Yue pulled a tissue and wiped his hands, "Stop, I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

"A Yue, you're dead!" Gong Chuan said and rushed over.

Zhong Yue rushed forward with a carp and rushed straight, "Stop making trouble, I have to do the serious business."

"As a serious matter? Go and write a calligraphy?"

“Go to the library.”

Gong Chuan opened his eyes wide, "You're so old, can you go to the library?"

"Get out of here, I am a top student, why can't I go?"

...

Zhong Yue walked around the library and collected basic information about ancient Ming Dynasty literature and collections of Wen Zhengming's essays, preparing to "prepare the right medicine".

To be honest, Chinese studies is really a great science. If you really want to reach the level of being able to learn five things and then deal with Wen Zhengming's investigation, it is not much easier than practicing calligraphy by yourself. On the contrary, it is even more difficult. In ancient times, people worked hard for ten years and read poetry and books. Only by working hard can they go to high school. Why can they achieve such a state in a short time with their own ability?

Zhong Yue leaned against the back of the chair and searched for Wen Zhengming's life, but he still gained something.

He found an amazing message, that is, he took the Wenhengshan provincial examination ten times, but failed!
Chapter completed!