Before he came to this world, Huang Tinghui was good at calligraphy.

Because of the historical changes after the Three Kingdoms, many fonts have not appeared in this world.

Huang Tinghui is good at cursive script and regular script, among which he has a profound research on thin gold script.

So after just a few strokes, everyone in the room was greeted with exclamations of surprise.

"The writing is so powerful that it cannot be written by ordinary people."

"Handsome, strong, and really good handwriting!"

"Can a peasant man write this? How is it possible?"

Everyone's eyes were straightened, and they were closely watching Huang Tinghui's every move.

"The ancient Dachun was immortal!"

"Hills with osmanthus clusters are the most suitable for autumn."

Huang Tinghui's writing skills were extremely smooth, and in just a moment, he wrote a couplet.

"In ancient times, big plum trees last forever, and hills with osmanthus are the most suitable for autumn." The steward looked at the elegant handwriting and couldn't help but read it out loud.

There was a strange light scattered in his eyes, as if he had found gold among a pile of rubble.

After the steward finished reciting the birthday message, he couldn't help shouting: "Okay!"

"A great ancient tree will never grow old, and a hill with osmanthus trees is the most suitable for autumn."

“My little friend, these are really good words and calligraphy!”

"I admire you, I admire you so much!"

"Everyone, today's lucky draw goes to the kid who wrote this couplet."

"I don't think you have any objections!"

As if he had found some treasure, the steward had the couplet displayed to everyone.

After all, to win this lottery prize, you have to convince the public.

If anyone can come up with a better couplet than this birthday couplet.

Then it is right that the prize was taken away by them.

"In ancient times, big chun trees never grew old, and hills with osmanthus trees were the most suitable for autumn."

Looking at this extremely beautiful calligraphy, everyone was naturally amazed.

Who would have thought that a farm boy could write such couplets and make such pairs.

not simple!

It’s really not simple!

""Zhuangzi·Xiaoyaoyou": In ancient times, there were people with big chuns who regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn. Dachuns are extremely long-lived, so they are perfect for celebrating birthdays."

"And I heard that Chen Yuanwai has studied Huang Lao's art very deeply. As for Zhuangzi, it is Huang Lao's theory. It is quiet and inactive, which is exactly in line with the state of mind of Chen Yuanwai and his mother."

"Yes, yes, the first couplet uses plants, and the second couplet "Conggui" is also a plant. The contrast is neat and natural."

"The key point is that the Conggui fits the atmosphere of the Autumn Festival. The fragrant osmanthus is a good day and makes people feel relaxed and happy."

"Now that Chen's mother is born in autumn, this couplet couldn't be more appropriate."

"I'm willing to accept the defeat, I'm willing to accept the defeat!"

"This character is also of the highest quality. The character is like the person it is. The font of this couplet is like a knife cutting an axe. The character is clearly revealed. It has the strength of muscles and bones!"

In the past, some scholars looked down upon Huang Tinghui, thinking that even a poor man with weak legs could not write any good couplets.

However, at this moment, they were completely convinced.

The first is this word. Such a character and powerful word cannot be achieved without more than ten years of hard work.

The second is this couplet, which is used to combine it with the situation.

This is not something ordinary people can do.

This time, no one dared to look down upon Huang Tinghui anymore.

Seeing that no one had any objections, the old steward handed the jade hairpin to Huang Tinghui.

"Little friend, this hairpin is your winning prize."

Huang Tinghui took the jade hairpin solemnly and showed a look of surprise.

He bowed to the steward and said, "Tinghui thanks your mistress and master for my wife who has not yet married."

The two of them chatted for a while. Uncle Erzhu, who was so shocked by Huang Tinghui's hand that he couldn't speak for a long time, patted his forehead and remembered something.

"Brother Hui, it's getting late!"

"If it's any later, I don't know where the doctor has gone."

"We have to leave quickly."

It turned out that Uncle Erzhu agreed to let Huang Tinghui come to Chenjiazhuang together because there was a doctor with a weird temperament in the village.

This was the doctor who last time the little girl exchanged ten-year-old ginseng for silver.

Uncle Erzhu and Huang Tinghui were invited to visit this courtyard just now, and they met Huang Tinghui who wrote a pair and won the lottery.

Time was wasted.

I almost forgot one of the main purposes of this trip.

"Uncle Erzhu reminded me, I almost forgot about it."

Huang Tinghui cursed himself secretly, that jade hairpin was indeed very pleasing to the eye.

Otherwise Huang Tinghui will definitely not delay on this matter.

Thinking of this, Huang Tinghui hurriedly said goodbye to the steward, "Old steward, I have many important things to attend to, so I won't bother you further."

"Hey, little friend, wait a minute!"

"I don't know my little friend's name yet, but my master will definitely know about this couple."

"The master will definitely ask me for my little friend's name when the time comes."

The steward looked at Huang Tinghui and asked.

The old steward has followed Yuanwai Chen for so long, so he naturally knows his master's temper.

That's why he asked.

"Huangjiacun, Huang Tinghui!"

"The silver-furred fox that I just gave to your master was given to me by my uncle and me."

After another bow, Huang Tinghui took Uncle Erzhu and walked out together.

It was late, and I didn't know if I could find the old man.

To say that you are okay.

After all, he is a man, so the wind and cold will be over after a while.

Huang Tinghui is worried about the little girl. Her health is not as good as his own.

Therefore, he must buy this medicine, otherwise he would not have the trouble to come to Chenjiazhuang.

Huang Tinghui carefully wrapped up the jade hairpin that the old steward handed to him.

He and Uncle Erzhu walked forward, and the scholars automatically separated a path to let them leave.

"Everyone, farewell!"

Seeing the disappearing figures of Huang Tinghui and Uncle Erzhu, everyone fell into discussion.

"Huangjiacun, are there any scholars in Huangjiacun? Can you write such good pairs and have such good calligraphy?"

"I've never heard of a scholar in Huangjia Village. The last time the village competed for water, Huangjia Village was intimidated by a scholar from the next village."

"Oh, I seem to remember, Huang Tinghui, Huang Tinghui, no wonder he sounds so familiar. He is a bastard, a little bastard who steals chickens and dogs in the county."

"Hey, what kind of bastard? A bastard can write such good calligraphy, write such good couplets, and take away this lottery prize from our hands. If he is a bastard, who are we?"

Everyone was talking about it, but no one dared to question Huang Tinghui's talent.

After all, if we belittle Huang Tinghui's talent, then what does it matter to them who lost to Huang Tinghui?

"It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each generation becomes stronger than the last!"

"The master will definitely like this pair very much. If the old lady sees this pair, she will definitely be happy from ear to ear."

The old steward also looked at the pair excitedly for a long time, then carefully closed the pair, as if he had remembered something again.

"Go and inquire about this boy from the Huang family, if I am interested in him."

"It's not like I can't answer it!"

The old steward was a well-rounded and wonderful man. He immediately said to the servants beside him.

"Yes, steward!" The servant responded immediately.

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Chapter completed!