Mr. Zhao looked at Chen Tang with a bright look and said excitedly: "One painting yesterday, another painting today, and another painting today, Chen Xiucai is indeed full of talent."

Lai Wen next to him heard it and his expression became even more dull: One picture a day, how can people live?

Chen Tang said humbly: "The Third Master is too good, just luck."

"How much do you want to sell this one?"

Mr. Zhao asked directly.

Just now, Chen Tang found out about the market outside, and immediately stretched out three fingers.

"Three hundred dollars, good!"

Mr. Zhao San was very straightforward: "Do you want all the money, or do you have some zeros?"

"Pair with some zeros."

It’s not convenient for Chen Tang to buy things for a lot of money.

Soon, the maid came up with a plate with a purse on it. Chen Tang picked it up and opened it and saw that there were two big money in yellow and orange, and ten small and small, medium money in it.

It is not a simple matter to sell a letter for three hundred yuan. The maid looked at Chen Tang with even more admiration, and she blinked her eyes in a special way, looking like she was hooked.

However, Chen Tang had no idea? He looked at the nose and the nose, but ignored him. He knew that Master Zhao San was still looking at the words of scholars queuing outside, so he immediately said goodbye and left Zhao's mansion.

Another piece of calligraphy was sold, and it cost 300 yuan. Chen Tang's waist was straightened. He really had money in his bag and was not panicked.

More importantly, he confirmed one thing, that is, when Mr. Zhao bought his calligraphy, there is a standard.

This standard is: emotion!

According to the literary theories I have learned before, there is a core concept: "Sense comes from feelings, and the situation blends together."

It means that if you want to write a good work, you cannot work behind closed doors, and you cannot hide in the ivory tower to imagine it out of thin air. You must be realistic and devote your emotions. In this way, the articles you write will not be empty and whineless...

The first time, the article "The Mourning of Father" was spotted by Mr. Hu, and his predecessor successfully stood out and became a tutor of the Hu family. It was because the article was sincere and full of thoughts on his father. His previous level simply wrote a representative work;

The second time, the article "Ugly Nuer" was written by Chen Tang in a state of extreme sorrow and helplessness. The word "sorrow" throughout the article truly reflects his predicament at that time. The sorrow was expressed without any problems. As for the subsequent "Qingyu Case" and "Shuituo Songtou" they wrote, there was no emotion at all, which was equivalent to a dictation, so they were not attracted by Mr. Zhao San.

Today, the song "Quiet Night Thoughts" was written by Chen Tang when he was lying on the bed and was thinking about it last night. He saw the moonlight shining on the bed, triggering his homesickness. He was written in one book.

His hometown is called "Earth".

Overall, the three texts have one thing in common with "emotion".

So Chen Tang came up with such a standard.

He further speculated that it is not enough to have emotions but not literary talent. After all, everyone has emotions. If there is no literary talent requirement, Zhao Sanye will buy the words and go bankrupt.

Therefore, emotion and literary talent are both indispensable.

So, is it that what will happen after the two are merged together? That’s why Master Zhao San bought it at a high price?

After all, when Mr. Zhao bought calligraphy, he did not look at the quality of the pen and ink, regardless of the material used on paper, whether the author was born or not, whether he was famous or not, and even the content was not the focus...

These practices are very different from another time and space.

I can only say that there are different rules in time and space. What Chen Tang has to do is to find out the rules here and live a better life.

Unfortunately, he could only infer this point, and he could not see anything else, nor could he feel something strange.

Chen Tang wanted to ask Master Zhao San directly, but it was obvious that it was impossible for him to say it. Even practicing martial arts and fighting to survive, he only said "it's not easy" and stopped here.

Only texts that combine emotions and literary talent can be sold for money, which makes Chen Tang a little depressed. He has many texts with rich literary talent, and can be obtained by opening his mouth, but it is not easy to be integrated with his own emotions. After all, emotions are fluctuating and flowing, and there is no fixed form. If you copy and barely combine them for the sake of selling money, it is considered "forced to say sadness to write new words", which will be counterproductive and have no effect.

Moreover, emotions are unique and difficult to copy. That is to say, what is written under the touch of emotions will be useful. If the copybooks lose their emotional blessings, they may lose that special connotation and meaning.

Therefore, it is difficult to rely on this road to become rich.

As for the possibility of making a splash in the literary world of Yin Kingdom by relying solely on classic poetry and shine, it is also difficult. This is because in Yin Kingdom, poetry, songs, etc. are all minor things and are not valued too seriously. Articles, classics, and the path to imperial examinations are the mainstream.

After sorting out the ideas, I basically have a rough idea.

Although I know that it is not easy to make an investment next time, I can't lose myself. Recently, Chen Tang's appetite has become very good. Three or five buns can't fill his stomach. I think he is twenty years old and can still grow tall, so he naturally eats and drinks more naturally.

He went to the street noodle stall and ate three large bowls of wonton noodles to solve the problem of lunch. Then he went to buy another ten kilograms of rice. After thinking about it, he bought an old hen and carried it home.

Su Ling was doing needlework at home, and she was surprised to see him holding a bag of rice and a chicken. You must know that Chen Tang had just bought a bag of rice and two kilograms of meat yesterday. Where did he get the money?

Chen Tang said: "Aling, can you kill a chicken?"

Su Ling nodded: "Yes."

"Just kill the chicken, clean it, chop it up, put it in a pot and simmer it on a slow heat. Let's drink chicken soup for dinner."

Thinking of the delicious chicken soup, Chen Tang felt a little hungry again.

Su Ling didn't ask much, she immediately put down her needle and thread, rolled up her sleeves, and wanted to boil water and kill the chicken.

Chen Tang glanced at the corner of his eyes and saw a mark on Su Ling's right arm, purple-black, very conspicuous. He moved his heart and asked, "A Ling, why does there be a scar on your arm?"

Su Ling said: "It was bitten by my mother."

Chen Tang said "ah".

Su Ling said again: "My mother bit me that day and fell asleep... Somehow, she has not been cured until now. Maybe it's because her mother bit her hard. Well, looking at this tooth mark, I won't forget my mother."

Chen Tangqiang smiled and said, "A Ling, don't talk about your mother anymore, go and kill **."

Su Ling responded and walked out with the old hen with the knife.

Inside the room, Chen Tang's face gradually became gloomy. He could see clearly and would not admit his mistake. The teeth marks on Su Ling's arm, like the bruises on his wrist, were clearly what Taoist Zhan Yangchun called evil spirits.

Teacher Chen Song was obsessed with it and could not let it go, so he left two resentments on Chen Tang, asking him to pass the imperial examination; but Su Ling's mother, why did she bit her daughter? What could she not let go?

After thinking about it, he asked outside: "A Ling, what did your mother say to you before leaving?"

Su Ling was boiling water and replied after hearing this: "Mom can't let go, she wants me to take good care of myself and live a good life..."
Chapter completed!