Chapter 285: Still turning without anyone (fourth update)
Yang Huaan then talked eloquently: "This Hu brush can be divided into four categories: sheep hair, wolf hair, combined hair, and purple hair."
“If it is based on size and specification, it can be divided into large regular script and regular script. , inch regular script, medium regular script, small regular script, four categories. "
"Your uncle and I are quite accomplished in calligraphy, and I have always preferred small regular script."
"So, you, nephew of the Luo family. Just buy a piece of purple hair.”
Yang Huaan's words made the other three people in the room confused.
Luo Fengtang is as big as an ox.
"Uncle Yang, where can I buy this purple hair?" he asked.
Yang Hua'an said: "There is one in Moxiangxuan in town."
Luo Fengtang nodded.
Yang Huaan picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip, and then said: "I will use Zihao for the pen for now, and let's talk about other objects later."
"The ink must be Hui ink, and the paper must be rice paper. As for the The inkstone is naturally the best."
"Brother, please wait~"
Yang Huazhong, who had been silent, couldn't help but speak.
Yang Huaan was a little unhappy when he was interrupted.
But I still asked Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, what do you want to ask?"
Yang Huazhong glanced at Luo Fengtang beside him, and then asked Yang Hua'an: "Brother, we are all confused by what you said. .”
"I'm worried that the shopkeeper is bullying Tang Yazi, who is an amateur. Why don't we do what we did last time and borrow it from Yongxian?"
When Yang Huaan heard what Yang Huazhong said, he immediately Falling face.
“Since you are sincere in asking me to write a contract, you should show your sincerity.”
"I'm just asking you to buy some pen and ink, so I'm going to push back and forth?"
"How to write this contract?" Yang Hua'an stared.
An angry red color appeared on his white, fat and bun-like face.
Seeing this, Luo Fengtang quickly came out to smooth things over.
"Third uncle, don't worry about me. Aren't you just buying pens and paper? I can buy it." Luo Fengtang said.
Yang Huazhong looked embarrassed, but he couldn't speak anymore.
Across the table, Yang Huaan cast an appreciative look at Luo Fengtang.
"Nephew of the Luo family, if you can buy these four treasures of the study, uncle, I will definitely write a heirloom contract for your family that will last forever..."
"Pfft~"< br>
Yang Huaan's words were interrupted by Yang Ruoqing's laughter.
He glared at Yang Ruoqing a little angrily, extremely displeased.
"Fat Ya, why are you laughing?"
Yang Huaan asked in a deep voice.
Yang Ruoqing stopped laughing and said to Yang Huaan: "Uncle, can you please stop teasing me?"
"What do you mean?" Yang Huaan asked.
Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips: "Isn't it just a contract written in black and white on a piece of paper? It's not the emperor's imperial edict, but it will be passed down through the ages!"
Yang Hua'an was so angry that he slammed the tea bowl in front of him on the table. .
“Writing a contract is a big deal, and it must be reported to the government.”
He said seriously.
“If the contract is not written in a standardized manner, the paper is torn, the handwriting is illegible, and the writing is blurred, it will be difficult to identify and preserve!”
"Brush, ink, paper and inkstone, everything must be done carelessly!"
"You little girl, don't you understand these skills? Just stop talking nonsense!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing sneered.
Just as he was about to speak, Luo Fengtang came over to dissuade him.
Yang Ruoqing pulled him aside and took a step forward.
"Uncle, there are no outsiders here, so don't show off what you have."
"It breaks the sky, isn't it just writing a contract!"
"Huanhu pen, Hui ink, rice paper and Duan inkstone , and also named Moxiangxuan to buy it. "
"Tangyazi's family only spent four taels of silver to buy the land. It would be better for you, just buying these things would cost you five or six taels!"
"If this isn't a show of knowledge, , It’s just plain deceiving!” she said.
"How can this be unreasonable? How can it be unreasonable!"
Yang Hua'an was so angry that he started clapping the case. The tea bowls on the table jumped up and fell back down.
The tea inside spilled out and stained his 70% new cotton-padded coat made of blue fabric.
This time, he was even more annoyed.
"In that case, I won't write this contract anymore, and you can hire someone else!"
Yang Huaan waved his hand and made a sign to drive people away.
Seeing this, Yang Huazhong hurriedly came out to persuade him to make peace.
"Brother, Qing'er doesn't mean that. I also feel that there is no need to pay attention to that, just borrow pen and paper from Yongxian..."
"Tangyazi's family After finally buying some land, we can help him save a penny, just save a penny, right?”
"I won't write this contract. You go!"
Yang Huaan still stood at the table with his hands behind his back, his back facing the three people.
Looking at this momentum, Luo Fengtang didn’t know what to say.
Especially because of the conflict between his third uncle and Uncle Yang, he felt particularly uneasy.
At this dilemma, Yang Ruoqing smiled and spoke again.
"Without Zhang Butcher, how can we still eat pigs with hair? I won't do it!"
Yang Ruoqing turned around and greeted Luo Fengtang: "Tangyaozi, don't worry, I have the thirty-six-wen Feng Hong , and a meal of wine and food, iron I will definitely find someone to help you write it.”
“Eight villages in ten miles lack everything except those century-old children!”
After saying this, Yang Ruoqing pushed Yang Huazhong’s wheelchair. , and walked towards the door of the house.
Behind him, Yang Huaan was so angry that he was going crazy.
Especially the last sentence 'A century-old boy'.
That really hit his G-spot!
As soon as Yang Huazhong and the others left the house, Yang Huaan rushed over and slammed the door from the inside.
Outside the door, Yang Huazhong sighed.
The man looked at Luo Fengtang with an apologetic look: "Tangyaozi, I'm sorry, my third uncle messed up..."
Luo Fengtang shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, no, third uncle, don't say that. It's because I don't have the luck to ask Uncle Yang..."
"Tch~" Yang Ruoqing snorted.
"Tang Yazi, please don't put money on his face anymore!"
Yang Ruoqing continued: "If he wants to take Qiao, let him take it. I will definitely give it to him later. Come out with the contract."
"Qing'er, what are you going to do?" Luo Fengtang said.
Yang Huazhong also looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise.
Of course Yang Ruoqing will not say that she has read it once, and she can write it by copying it.
In their eyes, she was illiterate.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at her cousin's room: "Isn't there a ready-made one?"
It turned out that the last time his family asked Yang Hua'an to write a contract, it was Yang Huazhong who wanted to respect his elders. Yang Tou's suggestion.
That's why Yang Huaan was given this face.
It’s not like he really has to be the one!
This earth will still turn even if no one is missing.
When they heard Yang Ruoqing's suggestion, Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang's eyes lit up.
Yeah, why did you forget Yang Yongxian?
"Are you going to invite me now?" Luo Fengtang asked.
Yang Ruoqing wanted to nod, but then she thought of the last time she called him to eat.
Yang Yongxian is hiding in the house lol.
At this moment, the three people passed by in a mighty manner.
How bad would it be if Yang Yongxian was 'relieving stress' for himself again?
"There's no rush at this moment, Tang Yazi. Let's push my father back to the house first. I'll talk to my cousin about this in private later."
"That's fine."
Luo Fengtang Knowing that Yang Huazhong's leg is recovering, it is not advisable to be out for too long.
So he came over and took the wheelchair pusher from Yang Ruoqing, and pushed Yang Huazhong towards the backyard.
(End of this chapter)