Although it is the end of the tenth day of the day, I still have to attend calligraphy classes in the afternoon and school will be officially over until the afternoon of the afternoon.

There are calligraphy classes every afternoon, but in fact it is a self-study class. The professors do not care about it, and the students arrange the learning content themselves.

Fan Ning sat down in his seat, but found that Fan Jiang, who was two rows behind him, had already arrived first. He seemed to have nothing happened, his eyes were rolling around, and he didn't know what idea he was going to make.

Fan Ning snorted coldly in his heart. If he didn't deal with Fan Jiang well today, he didn't know how arrogant he would become in the future?

Let him be proud for an afternoon first.

Fan Ning laid paper, opened Liu Gongquan's inscriptions and calligraphy, and prepared to start practicing calligraphy. He found that little luoli Zhu Pei was his strong rival. Maybe the year-end exam would be the first place, and Zhu Pei would pick it away.

You must make up for the shortcomings of calligraphy as soon as possible.

He has also read Zhu Pei's paper. The handwriting of running script is indeed beautiful, elegant and smooth, with a bit of calligraphy flavor. It is much better than his own calligraphy.

The score is above the top grade, and it deserves its name.

If it is a calligraphy exam, your score may be mid-range and short.

Fan Ning had just written two lines and smelled a faint fragrance. When he looked up, he saw Zhu Pei walk past his table with his head raised and sit down to the other side.

Fanning was stunned for a moment, "Why are you here?"

Zhu Pei won’t come in the afternoon, what’s going on with her today?

"Strange, can't I come?" Zhu Pei glared at him coldly.

"nothing?"

Fanning lowered her head and continued to write.

Zhu Pei bit his lip, took out a volume of manuscript from the book bag and placed it on the table.

"Let you see what a real copybook is!"

Fanning suddenly became interested and hurriedly took it over. His eyes suddenly lit up. It was not a printed copybook, but the original manuscript.

The manuscript is bound with thread, with the cover written on "Pingjiang Collection" and signed by Ding Wei.

Of course Fan Ning knew that Ding Wei, the prime minister of the Song Zhenzong era, was from Changzhou County, Pingjiang Prefecture, and a local village party. Fan Ning flipped through it. This was his collection of poems.

There was a seal behind it, with the words "official photo" printed on it.

Fanning immediately understood that this should be because Ding Wei was later confiscated and some of the items were auctioned publicly and bought by Zhu Pei's grandfather.

Although Ding Wei was positioned as a treacherous minister, he was a prime minister after all, and he was a Jinshi. His handwriting was extremely flexible, which made Fan Ning unable to let go of it.

Seeing that Fan Ning was fascinated by his eyes, Zhu Pei said proudly: "This manuscript was bought by my grandfather for 500 taels of silver."

"Yeah!" Fanning was already impressed and did not hear what Zhu Pei was saying, so he responded casually.

When Zhu Pei saw that he didn't listen to him, he was annoyed and snatched the original manuscript.

"Did you listen to me?"

Fanning's heart was hooked by the manuscript. He felt that the words inside were particularly suitable for him. He quickly smiled and said, "Tell me, I'll listen!"

"Hmph!" Zhu Pei snorted, pointed to the manuscript and said, "I tell you, this manuscript is worth 500 taels of silver. I can lend it to you for a few days, but there are conditions."

"What conditions do you want?"

Zhu Pei had already planned it, so she narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Of course, it's a rent, one or two silver dollars a day."

Zhu Pei was planning for her grandfather's fan. She knew that Fan Ning's family was poor and could not take the money, so she could only hand over her grandfather's fan as collateral in the end.

In this way, even if her grandfather asks, she can just say that she is exchanging and learning calligraphy. Otherwise, if her grandfather knew that she bought it with money, she would definitely be very angry.

Fanning shook her head, "That's it, I don't have money to give it to you!"

When Zhu Pei saw that Fanning was not up to the point, she felt a little annoyed. She pushed the manuscript on Fanning's desk and said angrily: "Then how much do you want to give?"

At this time, Fan Jiang appeared next to him. He seized the opportunity and smiled sarcastically: "Didn't Zhu Yanei and Fan Ning talk about money, embarrass him?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Zhu Pei glared at him.

Fan Jiang was disappointed and couldn't speak for a long time.

Fanning ignored him, and he smiled and said, "But I'm so poor that I can't even take out a penny. What do you say?"

Zhu Pei was angry and blurted out, "Since your family is so poor, why are you still studying here?"

"that is!"

Fan Jiang also took the opportunity to fan the flames and said, "The family is so poor that it is so hard that it actually comes to Yanying School to study!"

Fanning's face changed and he threw the manuscript to Zhu Pei, "A poor man like me is not worthy of reading a copybook of 500 taels of silver. You can take it back!"

"you!"

Zhu Pei was so angry that he smoked his orifices, and pointed to the manuscript and said to Fan Jiang: "Give me a tael of silver, I will lend you this manuscript."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Fan Jiang took out a tael of silver and put it on the table, took the manuscript, and shook it in front of Fan Ning, leaving proudly.

"Hmph! You don't want to see it now."

Fanning's face looked very ugly. She silently put away her book bag and stood up to sit at the empty table on the other side.

Zhu Pei was stunned for a moment.

At this time, a student in the back row whispered to Zhu Pei: "In the canteen at noon today, Fan Jiang called Fan Ning a poor man, and the two almost started fighting."

Zhu Pei's face suddenly turned red and white. She suddenly stood up, came to Fan Jiang, and threw the silver to him.

"Give me the manuscript back!"

Fan Jiang was stunned, "You promised to show it to me."

"Nonsense, when did I promise you? Did you hear me, give it to me immediately!" Zhu Pei's fist slowly clenched.

Fan Jiang finally found the opportunity to humiliate Fan Ning, how could he let it go easily?

"I won't give it!"

A chill flashed in Zhu Pei's eyes. She reached out and grabbed Fan Jiang's hair, and pulled it backwards. Fan Jiang screamed in pain. Zhu Pei grabbed the inkstone on the table and slapped him in the face.

With a crisp sound of "bang!", Fan Jiang's face bloomed and blood flowed.

"Give me the manuscript!"

"I'll give it! I'll give it!" Fan Jiang cried and handed the manuscript to Zhu Pei.

Zhu Pei rushed back to his seat angrily. At this time, the other students were shocked and silent. They had never seen such a violent little lady.

Some students were originally jealous of Fanning sitting with her, but their thoughts had already been thrown out of the sky.

Fan Ning pretended that he had seen nothing and focused on practicing calligraphy.

The class was very quiet, and only Fan Jiang's intermittent sobs were heard.

Finally, it was time to finish school. The bell rang, the students cheered, picked up their book bags and ran away. Fan Jiang also lowered his head and left with tears on his face.

Fanning began to pack his book bag. At this time, Zhu Pei slowly walked up to Fanning, handed him the manuscript, and said softly: "I'm joking with you, I'll lend it to you, I don't want a penny."

Fanning shook her head, "I don't want it!"

Zhu Pei's eyes suddenly turned red. She bit her lip and whispered: "I don't know you have a conflict with him."

Fanning handed her the manuscript and smiled and said, "This matter has nothing to do with him, I really don't want to read it."

"You bastard!"

Zhu Pei's aggrievance finally broke out. She tore the manuscript to pieces and threw it hard on the ground. She burst into tears with a loud cry, turned around and ran out of the class.

Fan Ning picked up the torn manuscript of Ding Wei, but it was impossible to recover it. He guessed that the manuscript must have been stolen by Zhu Pei, and it must be his grandfather's beloved thing. How could he borrow it by the way?

Alas! This violent little luoli, it’s really a pity for the manuscript.

Liu Kang and Fan Ning walked out of the school, and Liu Kang said in lingering fear: "That little lady from the Zhu family is so scary. You don't know how cruel she was, she had her teeth broken out."

"She was spoiled by her family!"

"But I feel relieved, it's so satisfying. I'll stop drunk tonight!"

"As for it?" Fanning smiled.

"Of course!"

Liu Kang said hatefully: "You don't know how they usually bully me."

The two talked and laughed, and soon arrived at the dock. Fan Ning saw his father standing in front of the stairs waiting for him from afar. He suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart.

"I'll go one step first!"

"See you the day after tomorrow!"
Chapter completed!