Chapter 34 The First Guest of Lao Bizhai

There are good pens, good ink, good paper, good inkstones, and good night. There are beautiful maids beside me, there are a cup of tea in front of me, three branches of incense beside the table, and a round of bright moon outside the window. I rolled up my sleeves and wrote with all my heart. When I looked up, I flicked my fingers and broke through the air from the beam and rushed a thousand miles away. This is Ning Que's ideal life.

In the first night in the house in Linshiqi Lane, he felt that he was infinitely close to his ideals. Although the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all cheap goods, although the night was quiet and not quiet, although there was only clear water and no tea, there was only the porridge and pancakes to fill their stomachs on the table, there was no incense, although there was still no bright moon outside the window, although the maid was too small, too dark and too ugly, although he now felt that practicing was a very smelly hollow fart...

Although there are so many, he still feels very happy when the pen tip can dance on snow paper, and even thinks that Sangsang's suggestion to sell words is really a genius idea.

Weicheng is hard and cold, but it is hard to say that it is rich. The materials transported by the military will not include pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Therefore, it was not a small amount to write a few volumes of words in the past. Now, ink, paper and inkstone can be used at will, and can be exchanged for money. Sangsang will not complain in a low voice. How can there be happier things in the world?

The time of pain and suffering is always like the years, and the time of happiness and enjoyment is the passing years. When he finally raised his head, picked up the bowl and filled half of his stomach with clear water, rubbed his sore wrists and shoulders to decide to rest, the morning light was already gradually coming outside the door, and the sound of pouring water and hawking sounds came from a distance.

After writing for a whole night, he had already piled up paper scrolls around him. In addition to the two mad paintings to vent his emotions at the beginning, he wrote very honestly, all of which were written in what Sangsang seemed to be easier to sell. He actually wrote unplanned writing, in fact, there were vertical scrolls, horizontal scrolls, long scrolls, and even a large central hall. However, it had not been framed yet. The paper rolls piled around the feet of the table looked just ink paper with different shapes and sizes.

After practicing hard for many years, Ning Que has been copying thousands of volumes, but he is very confident in his calligraphy, but he cannot use the most confident and proud methods in Chang'an City. Otherwise, if the spectator asks you what year was the ninth year of Yonghe and what mountain is the Kuaiji Mountain? So he had to copy some collections of poems that appeared in the world, and some scriptures that have been widely circulated, but he believes that even so, after these scrolls are hung on the wall, there will inevitably be countless great officials, nobles, celebrities, and scholars who are keen on the wall will come to know the books with their wise eyes.

"Oh, the threshold will be cut off in two days. It seems that you have to prepare for repairs in advance."

Ning Que thought proudly, stretched his right hand to the wall and pulled off the paper roll left by the original owner, as if he had pulled off a pile of garbage. He was about to call Sangsang to go to the frame shop and hang his masterpiece on him, but he found that the little maid had fallen asleep in the corner of the room after hugging her knees.

"I was just asking you to buy two bowls of hot and sour noodles in Chang'an to try it."

He looked at the little girl who was sleeping soundly and couldn't help but shake her head, took a short shirt and covered her body, then pushed the door out, and searched with the seductive fragrance of green onions and hawking sounds in the comfortable morning light.

"Uncle, how much does a bowl of noodles cost?"

“So expensive?”

"Look at my store is there, it's all neighbors, how about it being a bit cheaper?"

"Yes, yes, that shop, it's not named yet."

"I have already thought of the name, but I just have to make a signboard. What's the name?"

"Lao Bizhai."

In order to buy two cheaper sour and sour noodles soup with the vendor, I just made the name of the shop casually. No matter how you look at it, it was a bit unreasonable. So Sangsang had no idea about the name of the shop, but he still couldn't help but recite her young master for several years because of this.

In short, this shop has a boss and calligrapher, a maid and a choreographer, and a strangely named calligraphy shop, finally debuted in Linsiqixiang.

Ning Que's only dissatisfaction with this shop was that he was too far away from the mounting shop and was too slow to frame it, so he was not good at this, so he had to wait patiently for another two days.

One day, it rained again in Chang'an City, and the shop near Alley 47 opened quietly. Ning Que wore a brand new scholar's blue shirt and held a cheap red mud teapot in his left hand. After standing in front of the wall of books, he seemed to see a new life waving to him, and the new life looked very handsome and charming.

"Spring rain is as expensive as oil, a good omen!"

He sipped the tea, stood inside the threshold and looked at the wind and rain outside the threshold, and said with a sigh: "The fragrance of tea is intoxicating, the fragrance of ink is intoxicating. It is really a matter of great and overwhelming career. It is a drunken life."

The young man with a tender face was wearing a scholar's blue shirt and could not show his elegance. Instead, he looked a little funny. He also held a teapot and acted as an old-fashioned tone. He said such words in an old-fashioned tone, which made him look even more cute.

Someone was sheltering from the rain under the eaves of the sill. He happened to hear Ning Que's words, and subconsciously turned around and looked at Ning Que. After being slightly stunned, he couldn't help laughing. This man was a middle-aged man, wearing a noble blue shirt and casually tied a sword. Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes felt free and easy. The smile appeared and illuminated the raindrops outside the eaves a little.

Ning Que then found that someone outside the threshold was embarrassed when he knew that the other party had heard his sour words. He coughed twice and turned his head to look at a corner of the palace far away on the rainy day, pretending that nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man was probably a little bored, so he turned around and walked into the shop, looked around the wall with his hands in his arms, his eyes showing admiration and surprise, but he didn't seem to be paying for it.

As the saying goes, scholars always have a bit of enthusiasm for scholars. They would rather be lazy and want to greet guests. Although the other party is the first guest since Lao Bizhai opened, it has a profound historical significance.

After reading a circle, the middle-aged man walked back to Ning Que, smiled and said, "Little Boss..."

Before he could finish the whole sentence, Ning Que smiled and corrected: "Please call me boss, don't call me boss just because I'm old, just like I can't watch you wearing a sword and call you a sword..."

"Okay, little boss." The middle-aged man did not change his name and said with a smile: "I really want to know why you would be willing to rent this shop that no one would want to rent for three months."

Ning Que replied: "The place is clean and the environment is good. There is no reason why I won't rent it if I have a shop in front and a house in the back."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I just want to remind you that the reason why this shop is so cheap but has not been rented out is not because others are stupider than you, but because the Ministry of Revenue Cleaning and Transportation Warehouse is about to be expanded, Chang'an Mansion has always wanted to take back the shops on this street. You know that the government has always given very little compensation. Renting a shop here is too risky and you may lose all your money at any time. You said that the place is quiet, didn't you notice that all the shops next to you are closed?"

Ning Que frowned slightly, looked at the person and asked, "Why do you know these things?"
Chapter completed!