There was a long table in the middle of the room where she was, and Xie Jian was writing couplets. As far as Yuan Yu could remember, this guy could earn one or two hundred coins a month by writing couplets.
Chen Heng walked past and saw: "Three Yang suns shine on the peaceful house, and three lucky stars are over the auspicious door." It is a very common couplet that can also be seen in modern times.
Xie Jian added the final stroke, then stood up and glanced at her: "It seems you know quite a few words."
This was read subconsciously, and Chen Heng almost thought she had exposed herself. Fortunately, she was literate, even if she didn't know much. Families with a little wealth in the Da Cong Dynasty would teach their daughters to read account books and read books like "Inner Training" and "Daughter's Classic", so she could be considered to have received higher education. "These few words are quite simple."
Xie Jian began to write the second couplet.
Chen Heng watched from the side and found that the boy's handwriting was quite beautiful. He started with the tip of the brush exposed and ended with the tip of the brush back. When he stretched out his brush, it was like orchid leaves swaying in the wind. It was really beautiful. After looking at it for a while, he felt bored and went to admire the books on the bookshelf.
Most of the books are reading books, there are almost no tools or daily life books, and there are quite a lot of poetry collections and legendary novels.
Just as Chen Heng was searching for a script that often appeared in movies and TV dramas, the enthusiastic voice of Shopkeeper Ge came from the front: "Master Lu? Master Lu, please come in. Your presence is a great honor to our humble shop. Are you here to buy a book?"
Xie Jian, who was writing the couplet, paused and looked towards the door.
Lord Lu? The county magistrate? Shen Heng peered through the bookshelf toward the shopkeeper's desk, and suddenly saw Lu Ji'an and his entourage in casual attire, without the official robes. They were still the gentle and approachable people they once were, with gentle smiles on their lips and eyes.
"Your Excellency is naturally here to buy books. He wouldn't come here just to see you," said the personal guard.
Shopkeeper Ge smiled brightly: "How dare I? Please take a seat, sir. I'll make you some tea first."
"If you don't greet me, I can just take a look by myself." Lu Ji'an walked into the small room where Chen Heng and Xie Jian were.
How could Manager Ge dare not refuse to greet him? He had to serve him personally, because this man was the chief official of Nanqi County.
Xie Jian put down his writing brush and came over to greet him. Shen Heng subconsciously lagged behind him and stood beside him to salute. When she realized what was happening, she could only say that this courtesy was truly ingrained in her bones.
"If I remember correctly, you are Xie Jian?"
Xie Jian was a little surprised that the county magistrate remembered his name: "Yes."
Chen Heng thought that this adult had a really good memory. Even though he was so busy every day, he could still remember the name of a young man.
"This handwriting is quite good." Lu Ji'an picked up the red paper and took a look at it. "Did you practice it yourself?"
"yes."
Lu Ji'an picked up the pen on the table. Seeing this, the attendant quickly handed him a piece of paper, and saw that Lord Lu had written a few big words on the paper.
Shopkeeper Ge praised, "Your calligraphy is beautiful, sir. It flows like flowing water and clouds, conveying a sense of detachment from the worldly vanity and a sense of tranquility and leisure."
Chen Heng took a look, and at least she felt something when she heard the orchid leaves rustling in the wind. This worldly vanity was too abstract to be imagined. Ahem, she only knew the words: The past cannot be changed, but the future can still be pursued.
Isn't this encouraging? It tells us not to dwell on the past but to focus on the future.
Shen Heng was surprised by such a sudden statement. Could it be that this adult was encouraging Xie Jian?
"Xie Jian, what do you think of this word?" Lu Ji'an asked Xie Jian.
Xie Jian looked at Lord Lu with slightly cold eyes, meeting his gentle and smiling black eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Your handwriting is much better than mine." But he didn't like it. He liked the swift strokes and the strength of the pen.
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