Farmers' group pet: the blessings of powerful ministers are soft and deceitful

Chapter 25 Little Brother, Good Words!
The shopkeeper waved his hand, raised one eyebrow, and said, "Let's take a look first."

Here, Shen Chenlan put down the book without haste, and then said: "I don't know how this brother judged that I couldn't afford it?"

He looked down at his clothes, opened his sleeves and said frankly, "Could it be because of the clothes I'm wearing?"

The man had been expecting that the man in front of him would be like other poor scholars, and he ran away in shame after saying a few words.

I never thought that this man would openly discuss clothes with him.

Then he said, "You still have a little self-knowledge."

Shen Chenlan chuckled, he was already tired of playing this trick in elementary school.

Unexpectedly, the ancients were also willing to do this.

He asked rhetorically: "So what does Xiongtai mean is that children from poor families should not study? Does it mean that they should not even set foot in bookstores, and that children from poor families should be excluded from reading?"

As soon as these words came out, many poor scholars around him spoke with blazing eyes and resentment on their faces.

Isn't it just that, every time they enter the bookstore, they are afraid of their hands and feet, for fear that others will say that they are shabby, so they don't dare to read more.

But there is no rule in the world that states that poor families cannot take imperial examinations.

It seems superfluous to look forward and backward like this.

The man was just planning to drive this unsightly person out, and didn't want to start a confrontation. When he was asked by this person, he could only deny it: "I have nothing to say."

Shen Chenlan smiled: "Then what do you mean? Although I don't read many books, I also know that the Holy Majesty ordered a special order to reduce taxes in order to encourage the poor to take the imperial examination. Could it be that you think the Holy Majesty's decree is ridiculous?"

As he said that, he bowed his hands in an unknown direction, still looking decent.

The man's legs went limp when he heard the man move out the "Holy One", he just said a few words as usual, why did he bring this up.

Immediately, his face turned pale, and he slipped away from the bookstore without stopping.

As soon as this person left, in the corners around the bookstore, someone uttered "Yes"!
Immediately there was a burst of applause.

Shen Chenlan thanked her with her hands together, and then lowered her head again.

The book he was looking for has not been found yet.

At this time, the shopkeeper came over from the side, rolled up his sleeves, and asked in a low voice: "Little brother, what book are you looking for? There are a lot of books of all kinds, you can find them by yourself, I'm afraid it will take some time."

Shen Chenlan raised her head, glanced at the man's clothes, and said, "Thank you boss, no need, all the books I'm looking for are here."

As he spoke, he paused, and glanced at the words written on the paper hanging on the wall.

Asked: "I don't know if the recruitment of copying books is still counted?"

It said "Copy the book: fifty characters in one hundred characters."

The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "As a count, do you want to copy the book?"

Shen Chenlan nodded: "Of course, I would like to thank the boss for that."

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "Come with me."

Then he led him to the counter and asked the clerk to tell him the rules of copying books.

"Scholar, please copy a sentence according to this line. We can only determine whether you are suitable after we have read your handwriting. This copying is not only error-free, but also pays attention to good-looking fonts. If you copy too much, it will cost you money." Eyes, this money is not so easy to earn." The boy said.

Shen Chenlan nodded and said, "It's natural."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the pen, glanced at the words next to it, and wrote it down smoothly.

He used to follow his grandfather not only to practice traditional Chinese painting, but also calligraphy.

He writes in small regular script with a thin hand, full of style between the lines, quite self-contained.

After he finished writing, the shopkeeper couldn't wait to pick it up to read, and then stroked his beard and couldn't help but praise: "Little brother, what a good word!"

(End of this chapter)