Chapter 690: Photo with Gifted Words 3

When Xi Bao heard the old leader mention his name, he raised his big fat face and said, "Ah?"

"Grandpa didn't talk to you!" The old leader stopped patting Lu Zhiyuan's shoulder, patted Xi Bao's head, and then said to Lu Zhiyuan: "That being said, the debt cannot be written off just like that. Not taking a single penny from the people is the purpose of the army and the country, and no one is exempt from it."

Lu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "If you really want to pay off your debt, I have an idea."

"What's your idea?" The old leader asked, and then continued, "Give me some time, Comrade Lu. I really can't come up with such a large sum of money in a short period of time. Let's not talk about the supplies for now. Just the gold you lent to the country, at the market price of five yuan per gram, I can't even pay back one thousandth of the royalties."

"It won't take up any of your time. I think it will only take an hour at most!"

Father Lu paused deliberately, causing the old leader and Wang Xinsheng to ask questions. The latter kept urging, "Comrade Lu, what is the method? Don't keep us in suspense."

Father Lu said with a smile, "The old leader is very talented and his calligraphy is so wonderful that one word is worth a thousand gold. Who in the world doesn't know this? Who wouldn't be proud to have the old leader's calligraphy? When I received the old leader's letter, I felt like I had found a treasure. I wanted to frame it and hang it on the wall to admire it every day. According to the calculation of one word is worth a thousand gold, the old leader is no longer our family's creditor. However, since he lent so much money and things, he should pay some interest, right? How about giving me another calligraphy?"

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The old chief handed him the brush in his hand and said, "How dare I stand shoulder to shoulder with Wang Xizhi? It's because people praise him too much. Come here, I know your calligraphy is quite good, and your painting is also good. With just a few strokes, you can paint the harvest scene on paper, which makes people feel happy. Come, come, come, come, it's a rare trip for you, leave me some calligraphy."

The old chief and Wang Xinsheng were both stunned. The latter praised in his heart, saying that he was worthy of being called Sai Kong Ming!

Wang Xinsheng moved the paper written by the old leader aside and laid new paper on it.

The old leader said uncertainly: "Let me pay off the debt with my writing?"

Lu Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then wrote down the old chief's poem on the paper. Every word was flawless, showing that he had great respect for the old chief, just as he said.

The old chief immediately took them to the study, spread out rice paper, and Wang Xinsheng quickly stepped forward to grind ink. The old chief picked up the brush and finished this Qinyuanchun in one stroke. Before the ink had dried, the dragons and phoenixes were flying, showing the great style of the master.

"It's just a trifle. I'm sorry to have embarrassed my old leader." Lu Zhiyuan signed his name and put down his pen.

"A single word is worth a thousand gold, old leader. In the final analysis, our family has taken advantage. One of your poems is worth dozens or even hundreds of thousands of gold." Lu Zhiyuan said with a smile. For their family, money is the root of evil, while the old leader's calligraphy is a talisman. "I like your Qinyuanchun the most, especially 'Count the heroes and heroes, and look at today'."

"What great calligraphy! It's worthy of the saying that a word is worth a thousand gold!" Lu Zhiyuan praised it endlessly.

The old leader put the two pieces of paper side by side, and after studying them for a while, he said, "He is one step ahead of me. He is indeed a talented person living in a high mountain. Xiao Tang, ask someone to frame Comrade Lu's calligraphy and hang it in my study."

"yes."

Next, the old leader took Lu Zhiyuan to talk about the past and present, and they felt that they had met too late. Finally, he asked the photography staff to take a photo of them as a souvenir, which was the old leader's suggestion first.

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