Zhao Hao turned around and was about to run, but was yelled back by Zhao Wenxiang.
"Get back here!"
"Asking you to do some work is more painful than killing someone!"
"Hurry up!"
Zhao Hao suddenly stopped, turned around and walked over quickly with a smile.
"Dad, don't we have my cousins here? Please stop holding on to me, okay?"
Zhao Wenxiang said: "Ming'er and Huairu should also work together to finish writing and post it as soon as possible!"
The Zhao Mansion is quite large, and writing couplets every year is Zhao Wenxiang's job alone.
If you write three or five copies of this thing, it's no big deal.
Writing a dozen or twenty pieces is actually acceptable.
However, writing dozens or even hundreds of paintings every year would be a huge project.
We finally have so many people this year, so of course we have to use them.
Just now, because Zhao Hao didn't come, he briefly mentioned it and asked Qin Ming and Qin Huairu to write together.
But the two children seemed a little restrained, so he didn't say anything more.
Now that Zhao Hao is here, of course we can’t let this bastard run away.
In previous years, this bastard kept his calligraphy hidden, and even his father didn't know that he had such good calligraphy.
Now that we know this, it would be strange if we could let him get away.
Zhao Hao saw that there was nothing he could do. He had to take action, so he walked to another desk with a gloomy face and started grinding ink.
Seeing that he was really going to take action, Third Uncle Qin Shuang’s eyes widened immediately.
"Hao'er, you really want to write?"
"That's fine. You've never liked reading or writing since you were a child. This is not a good thing."
"Listen to your father, it's a good thing to write more!"
As he said this, he looked at Qin Ming and Qin Huairu again.
"Ming'er, Huairu, the two of you should stop being restrained and start writing."
Qin Ming said, "Third uncle, forget about my handwriting, let Huairu write it!"
At this time, Zhao Hao had already ground the ink and laid out the paper.
These papers were all bought from outside.
Attached with color.
Write with ink and write with gold powder.
It’s not Zhao Hao’s white linen paper.
Seeing that he was about to start writing, his third uncle Qin Shuang, his cousin Qin Ming, and his cousin Qin Huairu all looked over at him.
Only his father Zhao Wenxiang continued to write his own work with his head down, without even looking at him.
He had written a lot of Spring Festival couplets when he was practicing calligraphy in his previous life, so it was naturally no difficulty for him to write them now.
I picked up the pen and thought about it for a moment, and a picture emerged in my mind.
First Couplet: Spring is back and the earth is full of beautiful mountains.
Second line: The sun warms China and all things flourish.
When he wrote the first word, Qin Shuang and the other two were all stunned instantly.
Before I could react, Zhao Hao had finished writing the first couplet.
Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Qin Shuang exclaimed "Oh my God".
He immediately put down the brush in his hand and walked quickly to Zhao Hao's desk.
“Good fellow!”
"This handwriting..."
"How is this possible?"
Qin Shuang pushed Zhao Hao away and leaned over the desk, staring with wide eyes.
Qin Ming and Qin Huairu were both in deep shock at this moment.
They never thought that Zhao Hao could write in such a beautiful style.
This kind of font and this kind of temperament were something they had never seen before.
The two came to their senses and took a deep breath at the same time.
Qin Ming looked at Zhao Hao and said, "Cousin, when did you learn to write like this?"
Three years ago, Zhao Hao went to the Qin family in Xingzhou and stayed there for quite a while.
At that time, he was studying in the Qin family's clan school with Qin Ming and Qin Huairu.
But at that time, Zhao Hao was getting into trouble all the time.
I have never studied seriously.
Not to mention practicing writing.
To use Zhao Hao's words at the time.
The thing called a book.
Even dogs can't read.
The word thing.
Dogs don’t write.
How long has it been since then, and how could Zhao Hao, an uneducated man, write such incredible characters?
This is too hard to accept!
I can't believe it!
Qin Huairu was also extremely shocked.
This time I came to the capital.
In the past two days, I have heard a lot about Zhao Hao.
Opening a restaurant and producing dry wine was enough to surprise her.
However, it has not reached the level of unbelievable.
It is true that Zhao Hao is not good at studying and always gets into trouble.
But Zhao Hao is also very smart.
Especially for playing.
What a clever trick!
Therefore, in order to satisfy your appetite, it is very reasonable to prepare stir-fried dishes and drink dry wine.
But at this moment.
She was so shocked that her cousin could write such magnificent words.
She was breathing rapidly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhao Hao.
"Cousin, what kind of handwriting is this? I have never seen it before. Where did you learn it?"
Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile.
"Cousin, I didn't learn this handwriting from anyone else. This is my own handwriting."
"As for what font it is..."
"Just call me Zhao Ti!"
Anyway, the person who invented this font was originally named Zhao, so it is natural to call it Zhao style.
My third uncle Qin Shuang picked up the couplet and it was as if he had come down from the sky.
"Good, great, this word is really great!"
"Iron painting and silver hook, extraordinary momentum!"
“It’s just too good to be true!”
My third uncle was also a scholar and had previously held an official position in Xingzhou.
However, its development is still not as good as that of the eldest brother of the Qin family.
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