5, what a miserable word
The letter stall was not as profitable as Chu Ci thought. He sat here all morning and didn't make a penny.
Chu Ci couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what the hell is this? He posted twenty cents for nothing and still sat here stupidly all morning.
In order to calm down, he picked up the pen, opened the ink cartridge, and spread a piece of paper to practice calligraphy. As a scholar, the original owner's calligraphy was very regular, and they all looked the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Chu Ci was born in a scholarly family, so of course he could write calligraphy with calligraphy. He followed the trend and practiced Shiyan style for a while, and then fell in love with Shoujin style, and even wrote cursive script for a while.
His cursive calligraphy looked magnificent, and once paired with a painting, it was sold for hundreds of thousands.
The buyer was a nouveau riche, and after getting rich, he wanted to pursue a better quality of life, so he asked around and found out about Chu Ci. Chu Ci was just a freshman at that time, and he didn’t calculate how much money he spent, so he spent a semester’s worth of money in the first month.
All the living expenses were spent. He wanted to save face, so naturally he couldn't go home to ask for it, so he had to find a way to get some money on his own.
He told the man clearly that it was impossible to let his grandfather paint, but both his painting and calligraphy were passed down from his grandfather himself, and he asked him if he should consider him.
The man was a little hesitant, but seeing Chu Ci's gentle, confident and calm look, he accepted it. But he also said that the price might be different. You and your grandson are not on the same level.
Chu Ci expressed his understanding and immediately said that you can pay after seeing my results.
After all, the man didn't want to offend the grandson of the Chu family, and no matter how much he looked down on him, he couldn't be so shabby, so he gave him a deposit of 20,000 yuan.
Chu Ci knew this would happen, so he took 20,000 yuan to buy paint, paper, pen and ink, and then drew a four-meter-long "Picture of the Yellow River Entering the Sea" with the words "The sea embraces all rivers, and tolerance is great."
Crazy big characters.
The boss's name was Zhao Dahai. He couldn't stand it when he saw the painting. He was so shocked that he praised it again and again. Chu Ci made a condescending gesture on the side, indicating that it was just a piece of cake.
Because he was so satisfied with this painting, Zhao Dahai paid a little more than Chu Ci expected, which was enough for him to enjoy it for a while.
When Chu Ci thought about that time, he felt that it was really hard now. He still wanted to paint and sell it, but first, his level of Chinese painting could only fool people who didn't know the stuff, and second, he didn't have the capital to buy paints and paints.
Rice paper, the last one, probably no one here will buy paintings at all.
While sighing in his heart, he wrote a miserable word on the paper.
"Good words!"
Suddenly, a cheering voice appeared in his ears. Chu Ci looked up and saw a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe standing in front of him, his eyes glued to the paper in front of him.
"Excuse me." Chu Ci said, feeling a little regretful in his heart. He had known better not to write this word. If he wrote something bad, he would have to write it in a miserable way.
"Little brother, I don't know who your calligraphy master is from. Why don't I seem to have seen this kind of font?"
The characters in front of me are more lively than regular script and more graceful than running script. It seems to take the essence of both, with slight changes in subtleties, which makes people feel very comfortable.
"This is a way of writing that Xiaosheng came up with on his own. It is difficult to reach the level of elegance and is ridiculous."
This character is written in imitated regular script, but Chu Ci has incorporated some other writing methods into it. It can be said that it is indeed his own creation.
"This calligraphy is so good..." The man wanted to grab the miserable calligraphy spread on the table and study it. He was the owner of a bookstore. He dealt with these things all day long, and he loved good calligraphy like a gourmet.
Seeing the delicacies and delicacies, the drinker discovers that they are like aged wines, which really makes his heart itch.
"Well, little brother, you are here to write letters for me. If I want to write a letter, just write it to me using these words."
He was embarrassed to ask Chu Ci to give him a word, so he had to rely on other methods.
As soon as Chu Ci saw that the business was done, he immediately got excited and said, "I don't know what you want to write. I pay by the word here. Ten words are worth a penny."
"That's it, just write like this..." This man talked so much that he turned a letter home that could have been solved in fifty words into a five-hundred-word elementary school essay. Chu Cihua was stunned.
It took four pieces of paper to write it down.
The man held the four pieces of paper lovingly, and it wasn't until Chu Ci couldn't help coughing to remind him that he should pay that he suddenly realized.
Chu Ci guarded the small pile of money on the table and was extremely happy. He had just written a total of 524 words for a cross and a cent. After rounding, this letter earned 52 cents.
money.
He put the money into the bag and waited in high spirits for the arrival of the next customer.
Throughout the afternoon, Chu Ci entertained a total of four guests. The letters home from these four guests were basically limited to ten words, such as "Well done, don't read it, hope to return soon" and the like.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. At least one penny can buy two wild vegetable buns.
At dusk, a man came to collect the stall. After Chu Ci handed over the things to him, he prepared to go back.
When he was approaching the gate of the city, Chu Ci saw a group of children standing under a tree playing games, and suddenly thought of his little nephew who was as thin as a carrot head.
He turned back to the market, rounded the few remaining buns left by the bun shop owner, and then went to buy a few pieces of candy. With just these things, he spent almost all the money he earned today.
Chu Ci didn't care at all. As the saying goes, "You will come back again after a thousand pieces of gold are gone." He was so talented, how could he always suffer from poverty?
When he got home, it was already dark, and his mother was standing at the door, greeting him as soon as she saw him.
"Xiaoer, why have you been there for so long? I'm worried to death. I forgot to tell you this morning not to take the main road. Did you encounter a wild boar?"
"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine. I went to town today and made some money, so I wasted time. It won't be so late in the future."
"That's good, come on in. The meat is divided in the village today, and the five of us in the family also divided ten pounds. I asked your sister-in-law to cut off a piece and stew it. You can eat more later to replenish your body."
Chu Ci nodded and helped his mother go in. After living here for almost ten days, he had discovered that his mother seemed to have night blindness and could not see clearly at night.
Chu Ci knew that this disease was caused by a lack of vitamin A. His mother's symptoms were not serious. She could just buy more foods containing vitamin A for him to eat in the future.
Entering the house, Chu Ci found that his sister-in-law was arranging dishes, his brother was repairing farm tools, and his little nephew was sitting on the threshold playing with two wooden sticks. The little guy frowned tightly, as if he wanted to use the two wooden sticks.
Cross them together to make something.
"Brother, sister-in-law, Xiaoyuan, I'm back."
"The waiter is back."
"Uncle is back."
The happiest person was Xiao Yuan. He threw the things away and pounced on Chu Ci: "Uncle, you are finally back! I heard that you went to town today? Can you take me with you next time?"
"Xiao Yuan, don't make trouble, uncle, come down quickly." Shen Xiuniang feigned anger. She knew that the relationship between Xiao Yuan and her uncle had been heating up very quickly recently, but she could not let Xiao Yuan act recklessly.
"Sister-in-law, it's okay. Xiaoyuan is our eldest son's direct grandson, and he should indeed see more of the world." Chu Ci saw Xiaoyuan's eyes light up, and then said: "But I can't take you to the town now. Wait.
After a while, when my uncle earns money, he will take you to the town to have some fun."
Xiao Yuan shouted, "Uncle, you are so kind!"
"Don't worry, praise me now, what should you do later?" Chu Ci said as he put the things he was holding on the table.
There were seven big steamed buns, including four meat buns and three wild vegetable buns. Originally there were four wild vegetable buns, but Chu Ci ate one on the way.
Apart from the steamed buns, there was only the small package of snow-white candies. When the oil-paper package was opened, Chu Ci found that Xiaoyuan's eyes were shining, full of disbelief.
"Xiao Er, why did you come back with so many things?"
"Mom, I helped someone write letters today, and I earned more than 30 yuan for one letter. I think that because of me, my family has spent as much money as possible over the years, and I feel really uneasy. This is my first time.
Although the money I earned at one time is not much, I still want to share it with you."
Chu Ci's words were so sincere that they moved everyone else so much. Chu Ci was filled with emotion. His family was so kind to him. Although his contribution was less than one thousandth of theirs, they were still as happy as they were.
It's like getting the whole world.
That night, the whole family gathered together and happily ate meat buns. Chu Ci excused himself as he had already eaten, and only took a wild vegetable bun to chew on.
The other four people held the meat buns and ate them in small bites, as if they were actually eating delicacies from the mountains and seas.
Chapter completed!