Her family has always been picky and fussy.

"Keep it real." Huang Yuzhu led the way.

After arriving at the store, Huang Yuzhu glanced at the dazzling array of small commodities and waved his hand: "Buy whichever you like, and I'll pay for it!"

The little girl's eyes were bright. She took a small box of fairy sticks and said, "It's okay, brother."

After Huang Yuzhu saw it, he reached out and put down the fairy stick, and said firmly: "I won't buy this!"

My sister's expression froze. Did she violate the rules of heaven?

Why give her hope first and then kill it?

The next second, Huang Yuzhu picked up a large box of fairy sticks: "Buy this big one."

The little girl jumped up with excitement: "Okay, brother!"

Huang Yuzhu looked at his little sister's happy smiling face, and he also showed an honest smile.

…

River dam.

After Teacher Qian's dining table was bombed and he had nothing to eat, several of his friends left with excuses.

Teacher Qian became a loner.

But the humiliation he suffered today was too much. The ranking of his enemies was Dongdong first, Overlord second, and then Jiang Ning and others.

He can't avenge Dongdong for the time being, but he will avenge the Overlord today!

Teacher Qian was preparing to start the forum. After clearing the dining table, he took out the couplet paper from home, then got a brush and ink and started writing Spring Festival couplets.

As the most talented person in Heba, Teacher Qian always writes Spring Festival couplets to every household during the Chinese New Year.

When Butcher Zhang next door woke up, he saw Teacher Qian writing couplets. He quickly moved a small bench to watch: "Old Qian, I'm writing late this year!"

Teacher Qian didn't say anything. He held the writing brush in his hand and wrote to himself: [The pen moves like a dragon, a snake, and the wind and rain, and the poem becomes a beautiful thing that shines all over the world]

Hengpi: Talented

Butcher Zhang immediately clapped his hands and shouted: "Good, good, good, such a talented person!"

He looked at the flowing, free and rigorous handwriting on the red paper, and really couldn't put it down!

Butcher Zhang sighed: "Hey, this character is so beautifully written, I even think it looks good!"

Teacher Qian smiled expertly.

Butcher Zhang rubbed his hands: "Old Qian, I want to discuss something with you. Can you let me write a few strokes?"

Teacher Qian looked at him sideways. This butcher was obviously a rough man, but he still wanted to be elegant. It was really tacky.

Teacher Qian didn’t want to waste pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so he refused: “You can’t learn.”

Butcher Zhang was unhappy: "How come I can't learn it? Look how good I am at killing pigs. If I learn from now on, I'm sure to be better than you!"

Teacher Qian sneered: "If you had this skill, you wouldn't be reduced to killing pigs."

He was chatting with old friends today. One of them teaches in a junior college. He said that some junior college students work very hard now. They listen to lectures and take notes carefully every day. Teacher Qian laughed. If you love learning so much, why would you be reduced to attending a junior college?

Butcher Zhang was unhappy and unconvinced, but a rough guy like him always had some inexplicable "admiration" when faced with intellectuals, and he didn't know how to refute him in a short period of time.

The light in Teacher Qian's eyes flashed: "However, I appreciate you having this hobby. The so-called sage's words are teaching without distinction."

"That's all, just give it a try!"

Butcher Zhang was overjoyed, he could finally get some literary flair today.

He picked up the writing brush and glanced at the flowers randomly. The writing looked like a ghost drawing talismans.

Butcher Zhang himself couldn't stand it.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Qian was horrified when he saw this: "Okay, okay, brother Zhang, I didn't realize that you are actually a sect of your own!"

Butcher Zhang was confused: "What do you mean?"

Teacher Qian walked back and forth, frowning and saying: "It looks like, it looks like, it looks so similar!"

Butcher Zhang didn't know why: "What does it look like? You can tell me!"

Teacher Qian suddenly stared at him: "Your handwriting looks very much like a person's. His name is Zheng Banqiao. He is a famous calligrapher in ancient times and is known as the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou!"

Butcher Zhang sat upright and listened attentively.

Teacher Qian started to make up nonsense: "Zheng Banqiao's handwriting is not much different from yours, because he has never been enlightened. It is said that when he sleeps at night, his hands are constantly making gestures!"

"He loves dog meat. One day, his dog died. He ate the dog meat with tears in his heart. After the meal, he wrote a eulogy for the dog. Unexpectedly, he became a sect of his own and became a master!"

Teacher Qian was bragging without any panic and his expression remained unchanged.

Butcher Zhang was shocked: "Seriously!"

Teacher Qian didn't answer. His eyes involuntarily moved towards the big wolf dog sunbathing at the door.

Butcher Zhang followed his gaze and also discovered Overlord.
Chapter completed!