Tripod wedding

Chapter 499 Eight Body of Qin Shu ([-])

While talking, Hong Mu sat down, took a few mouthfuls of pimple soup, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and said, "You guys are selling breakfast today, what do you think?"

Dare to listen to "feelings"?
Xu Qingru expressed exactly what was in her heart.

Hong Mu sneered, and said, "You guys, it's just that you've been in the greenhouse for too long. You're just a student who hasn't graduated yet. You think that after thinking about a lot of things, it's really the case. But when you really Only when you have seen it can you know what 'life' is."

When Xu Qingru heard his opening, he could already guess that he was going to have some "education".

"It's like the matter of the North-South faction. Do you think that the people of the North-South faction don't eat fireworks, and you are some kind of rivers and lakes independent of the world? Look at the people walking around in this alley, maybe they are masters , but what about masters, do masters stop eating?"

"As the leaders of the South-North faction, do you really know who the North-South faction are? They are not only antique dealers, antique dealers, but also like your husband, who drive a large group to spend money to auction antiques. Many of them are ordinary people, but they are the real strength of the North-South faction!"

"I know, the Gu family, the Fu family, they claim to be clean, and they all want to clean up the impurities in the North and South factions, but they haven't done it. Do you know why?"

After the eloquent words, Xu Qingru actually had a feeling of "confused empowerment". Please don't say that sentence yourself: "I didn't follow the mass line."

"That's right! They don't really care about these ordinary people in the North and South sects. Tell me, if they can be called on to actively resist making fakes, it will be more effective than digging ten 'six beetle gates', yes no?"

After Hong Mu finished speaking, he picked up the bowl and continued to eat his pimple soup.

Xu Qingru's thoughts turned back and forth, and suddenly she became enlightened.

It turned out that Hong Mu taught her a lesson.

But why did he say these things to her?

She looked hesitantly at Hong Mu who was drinking soup, and had an idea in her mind.

"Hey? Don't look at me like that. I didn't say that you will definitely become the master. I mean, if, if, if you become the master, you must remember to come from the masses and come from the crowd. Go among the crowd!"

Xu Qingru was taught: "I understand..."

As soon as the conversation here ended, Ling Yue had already counted the money, walked over, sat down, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally we can eat!"

As soon as he picked up the bowl, he felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong.

Look left and right, but don't know what's wrong.

Forget it, let's drink pimple soup.

When they were full, Hong Mu didn't instruct the two of them any more. He washed the dishes by himself, touched his belly, pulled a bench and sat down, and waved: "Okay, you two come here."

The two passed obediently.

"Do you still have those two words on you?" He asked.

Xu Qingru nodded, and handed the copy to Hong Mu.

"The font of these two characters is very special. You know that after the first emperor ruled the world, the books have the same text, and the cars have the same track?"

The two nodded.

"The book has the same text, do you know which font is the same?" Hong Mu asked.

Ling Yue replied: "Qin Shu has eight styles, and different fonts are used in different occasions, with Xiaozhuan as the core."

"Which eight bodies?"

"Great seal script, small seal script, engraved talisman, insect script, imitation seal, official script, Shu script, official script."

(End of this chapter)