Chapter 34 The First Guest of Lao Bizhai

There are good strokes, good ink, good paper, good, good night, good night, beautiful maid next to her, a cup of tea in front of me, three branches of fragrance on the table, a bright moon outside the window, rolling sleeves to write, book, book, book, book. When I looked up, I bounced my fingers lightly, and a non -stream of flying sword broke from the beam to a thousand miles away. This is Ning Que's ideal life.

On the first night in the house in Lane Forty -seven, he felt that he had infinitely closer to his ideal, although the pen and ink and paper were some cheap goods, although the night was silent, but the water was not clear. There is only a hungry porridge biscuits without burning fragrance, although there is still no bright moon outside the window, although the maid is too small and too dark, and too ugly, although he now feels that the practice is a stinky hollow fart ...

Although there are so many, when the pen can be dancing on the snow paper, he still feels very happy, and even thinks that Sang Sang proposes to sell words is a genius idea.

The bitter cold in Weicheng cannot be called poverty, but it is hardly rich. The materials delivered by the military department do not include pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Therefore, it used to cost a lot to write a few volumes of calligraphy. Now, now, pens, ink, paper and inkstones are not available. You can use it as you like, and you can exchange it for money. Sangsang will not complain in a low voice. How can there be a happier thing in the world?

The time of pain and suffering always passes like years, and the time of happiness and enjoyment is called the passing of years. When he finally raised his head, picked up the bowl and drank half of the water, rubbed his sore wrists and shoulders and decided to rest, the morning light was already starting to set outside the door. , there was a faint sound of pouring water and shouting in the distance.

After writing all night, there were already piles of paper around him. Except for the two wild sketches he made at the beginning to vent his emotions, he wrote very honestly from now on. He only wrote about things that Sangsang seemed to be more likely to sell. There seemed to be no plan. In fact, there are vertical scrolls, horizontal batches, long scrolls and even a painting of the main hall, but it has not been framed. The paper rolls piled randomly at the foot of the table look like they are just ink papers of different shapes and sizes.

After practicing hard for many years and copying tens of thousands of volumes, Ning Que is very confident in his calligraphy. However, the methods he is most confident and proud of cannot be used in Chang'an City. Otherwise, if an onlooker asks you which year is the ninth year of Yonghe, , what kind of mountain is Kuaiji Mountain? How should you go there? Therefore, he had no choice but to copy some modern poetry collections and some widely circulated scriptures, but he believed that even so, after these scrolls were hung on the wall, countless dignitaries, celebrities, and scribes with keen eyesight and knowledge of books would come to them after hearing the news.

"Oh, the threshold will be broken in two days. It seems that we need to prepare for repairs in advance."

Ning Que thought with great pride. He reached out to the wall with his right hand and tore off the paper roll left by the original proprietor. It was like tearing off a pile of garbage. He was about to call Sangsang to find a framing shop and then put his own When I hung up my masterpiece, I found that the little maid had fallen asleep with her knees in the corner of the room.

"I was telling you to buy two bowls of Chang'an's famous hot and sour noodles to try."

He looked at the sleeping little girl and couldn't help but shook his head. He took a short shirt and covered her body. Then he pushed the door open and walked out, following the alluring fragrance of green onions and the smell of hawkers in the comfortable morning light. The sound passed by.

"Uncle, how much does a bowl of noodles cost?"

"So expensive?"

"Look, my store is over there. We are all neighbors. How about it being cheaper?"

"Yes, yes, it's that shop, it hasn't been named yet."

"I've already thought of a name, and I just have to make a sign. What's the name?"

"Lao Bi Zhai."

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In order to get a deal from a hawker and buy two bowls of cheaper spicy and sour noodle soup, I decided on the name of the shop casually. No matter how I looked at it, it didn't make sense, so Sangsang didn't have any idea about the name of the shop, but she still couldn't bear it. The young master had been thinking about this matter for several years.

All in all, this calligraphy shop with a boss who is also a calligrapher, a maid who is also a handyman, and a weird name has finally made its debut in Lin 47 Alley.

Ning Que's only dissatisfaction with this shop was that it was too far away from the framing shop, and the framing was too slow. Unfortunately, he was not good at it, so he had to wait patiently for two more days.

One day, it rained again in Chang'an City, and the shops in Alley 47 opened quietly. Ning Que wore a brand-new scholar's green shirt and held a cheap red clay teapot in his left hand. Standing behind the threshold in front of the wall full of books, he seemed to see a new life waving to him, and the appearance of that new life was very strange. Handsome and charming.

"Spring rain is as precious as oil, a good sign!"

He sipped the tea, stood on the threshold and looked at the wind and rain outside, and said with emotion: "The fragrance of tea is intoxicating, and the fragrance of ink is intoxicating. It can be said that talking and laughing about grand plans and hegemony are more than drunken in life."

The boy with an immature face was wearing a scholar's green shirt. He couldn't look chic in it, but instead looked a little funny. He was holding a teapot in an old-fashioned way and saying such words in an old-fashioned tone, which made him look even cuter.

Someone was taking shelter from the rain under the eaves outside the sill. He happened to hear Ning Que's words and subconsciously turned around and glanced at Ning Que. After being slightly startled, he couldn't help but laugh. This man is a middle-aged man, wearing an upright blue shirt with a sword casually tied to his side. There is a sense of freedom and ease in his handsome eyebrows, and the moment his smile appears, it actually lights up the raindrops outside the eaves.

Only then did Ning Que realize that there was someone outside the threshold. Knowing that the other person had heard his sarcastic words, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and turned to look at the far corner of the palace on the rainy day, pretending that nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man was probably a little bored. He turned around and walked into the shop. He looked around the wall casually with his hands behind his hands. There was admiration and surprise in his eyes, but he didn't seem to have any intention of paying.

As the saying goes, a scholar's affairs must be a little bit scholarly, so Ning Que was too lazy to greet any guest, even though the other guest was the first guest since the opening of Laobi Studio, which was of great historical significance.

The middle-aged man looked around, walked back to Ning Que, and said with a smile: "Little boss..."

Before he could finish the sentence, Ning Que corrected him with a smile: "Please call me boss, don't call me little boss just because I look young, just like I won't call you when I see you are wearing a sword. For the sword… guest."

"Okay, little boss." The middle-aged man did not change his title and said with a smile: "I really want to know why you are willing to rent this shop that no one is willing to rent for three months."

Ning Que replied: "The place is clean and the environment is good. There is a shop in front and a house in the back. I have no reason not to rent it."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said: "I just want to remind you that the reason why this shop is so cheap but has never been rented out is not because others are stupider than you, but because the Ministry of Household Clearance and Transportation Department's warehouse needs to be expanded. Chang'an Mansion has always wanted to Take back the shops on this street. You know that the compensation provided by the government has always been very small. Renting a shop here is too risky and you may lose your money at any time. You said this place is quiet, but didn't you notice that all the shops next to it are closed? "

Ning Que frowned slightly, looked at this person and asked, "Why do you know these things?"

The middle-aged man replied calmly: "Because all the shops on both sides of this street belong to me."