Chapter 22 Renting a House

Uncle Chouqin and the bald uncle looked at the words in front of them and fell into deep thought.

Of course they know their own level, they are all the same, just for fun.

But it doesn't mean they don't have a normal level of appreciation.

The young man wrote in the official script, a very square font that is difficult to integrate into the soul.

What this means is that as long as you are willing to practice, it is not difficult to write in the official style, but the difficult part is to write in your own style.

It is obvious that this young man's handwriting has his own style.

Uncle Chouqin stroked his chin and said, "Your handwriting must have taken years of practice."

Jun Qiulan said sincerely: "I used to be a Taoist priest. When I was in the mountains, I used to write with a brush since I was a child."

The identity of a Taoist priest who came down from the mountain really brought him a lot of convenience. Thanks again to Master Qingheng.

Uncle Chouqin grabbed Jun Qiulan's wrist and was about to leave. "Come on, come on, come home with me and write two calligraphy and paintings for me. I, I'll pay you too. Extras make 150 yuan a day, so I'll pay you 150 yuan too."

The bald uncle yelled, "No, you have to write it to me too. I'll give him whatever he gives me."

So, Jun Qiulan was carried away by two uncles in a daze.

Not far either.

The two uncles are locals and live just outside the film and television city, in an old-style self-built house in the urban village.

The place Zhang Li mentioned before seems to be here.

When he arrived at the door, Jun Qiulan also saw a notice posted next to the gate: Single room for rent.

Uncle Chouqin also has a house for rent?

But Uncle Chouqin didn't give him the chance to ask any questions. As soon as he entered the house, he served him writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

To be honest, Jun Qiulan hasn't enjoyed this kind of treatment for a long time.

"Pass the pen to the boss." Uncle Chouqin also understands the jokes of young people.

But he didn't expect that the young man in front of him didn't understand this joke.

Jun Qiulan waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm not a big shot, it's just that I used to spend more time with the brush. What do you want to write, uncle?"

Uncle Chouqin was not polite either, "Whoever writes me a poem will enter the bar."

The Immortal Poet? Drinking Song?

I guess it’s the poetry of this world?

Jun Qiulan didn't ask, but made good use of the search, "Just write it down, to avoid making typos."

"Sure, sure, no problem." Uncle Chouqin was looking forward to it.

Jun Qiulan first read "Song of the Wine" silently, and his heart was moved. He fell in love with the poet Li Bai almost instantly.

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty.

Tang should be the dynasty, and this immortal poet should have been dead for many years.

Suddenly Jun Qiulan thought again that he had been tired of living a petty and mean life and had never seriously understood the world.

Even the fact that there is no emperor in this world was learned from Zhang Li.

Later, he looked up modern history and gained a general understanding of the process from the so-called feudal society to the present.

I was filled with admiration.

Perhaps because he had no good feelings towards the last feudal dynasty, he never learned about the history of this country.

In fact, in terms of text, various details and customs, the two worlds should be exactly the same.

After seeing this poem today, he already wanted to learn about the Tang Dynasty.

Jun Qiulan calmed himself down, picked up his pen and started writing, this time in running script.

He wrote the poem, which was less than 200 words in total, in a free and easy manner, with admiration and respect.

Uncle Chouqin was delighted and said, "Okay, okay, okay."

Not only is the handwriting good, but the style of writing is also very beautiful.

There are not too many words to praise it, just one word "good" will do.

"It's my turn, it's my turn, I want to go on a journey to Shu." said the bald uncle.

"You are not a truthful person. The road to Shu is difficult, and there are more than a hundred more words in "Song of the Wine."

The bald uncle was also straightforward, "Then I can just give you more money."

Such beautiful handwriting, it’s only because this kid is not famous, otherwise how could this calligraphy be worth so little money?

Or they got a bargain.

Jun Qiulan did not refuse and looked up the difficult road to Shu.

The more I look at it, the more I admire it.

He is worthy of being called the Immortal Poet by later generations.

"You're quite particular, young man," said Uncle Chouqin happily, "and you know not to use punctuation marks."

Jun Qiulan smiled. He really thought that punctuation marks were a great invention, but he was used to writing without them.

"As long as the two uncles like it."

Just after he finished writing, Zhang Li called again and asked him if he had any work in the afternoon. He found another high-paying job, working in the mud, which was a bit dirty.

Jun Qiulan naturally agreed immediately and was able to take a good bath again.

The two uncles originally wanted Jun Qiulan to write a few more for them, but when they heard that he had to go to work, they didn't dare to ask.

"Come on, let's add each other on WeChat," the bald uncle said. "My last name is Wang, so just call me Uncle Wang."

Uncle Chouqin also used to have his own name, "My last name is Hua, and my name is Uncle Hua."

Both uncles have interesting personalities.

Uncle Hua finally transferred 300 yuan to Jun Qiulan, and Uncle Wang transferred 500 yuan.

This time it’s 800.

Jun Qiulan was still worried about the time travel in the morning and was still worried about not having enough money to rent a house, but now all the money was collected.

Isn't his luck a little too good?

"Uncle Hua, I see you have a house for rent?"

"Why? You want to rent a house?" Uncle Hua glanced at him. "I only have a loft left, but it has all the necessary facilities. Do you want to take a look? I'll give you a good deal, and you can get me some calligraphy and paintings later when you have time."

Of course Jun Qiulan agreed. He just wanted a safe place to cross and to make it more convenient to use water and electricity.

He used to think that what he had learned in the first half of his life was useless here, but now it seems that he was too narrow-minded.

But he also knew that this bowl of rice could not last long.

It’s not that he doesn’t have confidence in his handwriting. When he was three years old, he couldn’t even hold chopsticks steadily, but he had already started writing with a pen. His teacher was a world-famous scholar and calligrapher.

It's the difference in world culture. At least in all the time he's been here, he's only seen these two uncles interested in calligraphy.

However, the recognition of his calligraphy undoubtedly made him more confident in the business of selling folding fans.

They are all for writing, and a folding fan is at least a tool. He saw that many young people in ancient costumes at the night market liked to hold a fan, which could be used to fan themselves and as a decoration.

This is a self-built house with three floors in total.

Uncle Hua and his wife live on the first floor. They have a daughter who works in the capital and comes back during the Chinese New Year.

Previously, this place was converted into a film and television base, and their house was not included in the demolition plan, but his daughter was smart and asked him to renovate the rooms he didn't live in so that he could rent them out to extras or migrant workers in the future.

Look, they’ve all been rented out.

There's only one attic left.

Although it is an attic, it is actually more spacious than the room on the second floor. It has a bed, a large wardrobe, and a separate toilet. There is also a table by the window that can be used as a desk, or you can cook a simple meal here.

It was much better than the small room Jun Qiulan had imagined.

"The rooms on the second floor are all rented for 500 yuan. You can pay 400 yuan for this attic. The internet is free. As for the water and electricity bills...if you get me a painting every month, I'll waive them for you."

This made Jun Qiulan feel embarrassed. It was said that the water and electricity bills were not very expensive. Zhang Li said that for him alone, the water and electricity bills were only a few dozen yuan a month.

It's settled.

It’s about saving money, there’s no reason for Jun Qiulan to refuse.

Signed a simple self-drafted rental contract.

Pay one and you’ll get one.

Well, the 800 I just got is now back in Uncle Hua’s hands.

Uncle Hua was very happy. "I still have two old mattresses here. My wife has been asking me to throw them away. These are still good, but I can't bear to do so. If you think you can use them, take them. They are hand-stuffed cotton mattresses."

He could see that the young man must be in financial difficulty.

"Thank you very much, Uncle Hua."

The kindness he felt in this world made him feel that this world was more beautiful.

Only when people are living well and have the ability will they think of helping others.

There are two mattresses, white in color, with a slightly yellowed surface, but they are still very soft to the touch. When I brought them up from downstairs, I could already feel their warmth-retaining ability.

It's not silk, nor is it linen, nor is it animal fur. Uncle Hua said it's cotton.

Jun Qiulan took note of it.

"Okay, here are the keys, keep them safe. There's a rag and broom on the first floor, remember to put them back after use." Uncle Hua waved his hand, "I have to go out to buy groceries, and my wife should be back from playing mahjong."

Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing.

After solving the accommodation problem, he felt relieved.

After making an appointment with Zhang Li in the afternoon, he simply cleaned up the room. Actually, there wasn't much to clean up, he just wiped the dust and put down the mattress.

Thinking of his parents, Jun Qiulan sent the remaining bed back.

"Lan'er?" Song Xirong was surprised. She was just about to make lunch. "Why are you back at this time? What happened over there?"

Everyone is a little anxious.

Jun Qiulan quickly shook his head, "It's nothing, I just brought something back for you."

By the way, I told you about how I rented a house today by making money from calligraphy and paintings.

I didn’t tell my parents about the surveillance issue because I was afraid they would worry.

Song Xirong breathed a sigh of relief. "Since you're back, let's have lunch before going over. Wan'er has gone next door to do embroidery with Miss Qian."

The folding fan business was claimed by the villagers to be a business run by two families, with the neighbor making the fan and they selling it.

"By the way, Lan'er, if it's convenient, could you bring some seasonal vegetable seeds today? I saw that the neighbors have opened up the wasteland behind the house and said they want to grow some vegetables. Mom thought we could plant some too."

She thought that everything in that world was good, and maybe the seeds would be better too.

In the current situation, we can’t eat meat every day. When the meat is stewed, half of the village can smell it when the wind blows.

Don't show off your wealth.

But vegetables cannot be lacking, and there are still many wild vegetables in the forest.

Jun Qiulan agreed. While everyone was eating lunch in the house, he simply changed his clothes and went to open up the wasteland with a hoe.

His face still looked dejected, and he even showed a dislike for hoeing the fields.

If you want to put on a show, you have to do it fully.

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