Chapter 10 When time comes, heaven and earth are all united, and the heroes are not free when they are gone.

Watching the old farmer leave...

Xu Boqing held twenty-four Daliang Tongbao in his hand, got up and went to the breakfast shop on the side street to order ten large fresh meat buns.

The big meat buns with thin skin and thick fillings are served with the free spicy spicy soup and some red oil chili peppers. It's a real pleasure to eat.

Maybe it’s because of my special physique. After eating ten big meat buns and two bowls of spicy soup, I still don’t feel full...

Taking advantage of some spare money in my hand, I simply bought ten more, and then I felt a little better.

Ignoring the looks on others' faces, Xu Boqing paid the bill and left gracefully...

Walking on the street, stroking the four remaining copper coins in my hand, I sighed to myself that the money was useless.

After looking around, I happened to see a shop with a signboard of "Izumo-ken" at the end of the road.

This "Izumoken" specializes in selling the four treasures of the study, and it is also a famous "brick-and-mortar chain store" in Daliang. Their signboard can be seen in almost all cities.

He borrowed Liu Laogen's stall, so he had some karma. If he was unlucky, his stall might have been smashed by someone in the evening, so he should make some compensation...

After thinking for a while, he weighed the four remaining coins in his hand and walked into the "Izumo Pavilion".

The sign "Izumoken" can be opened in Daliang, and the cultural heritage is naturally not bad. The shop is filled with a faint fragrance of ink, and various famous calligraphy and paintings are framed and hung on the wall.

Those who come here are either academy students wearing scholar uniforms, or stewards who help the scholars at home purchase the Four Treasures of the Study.

There are only a few scattered customers in the store, but it has a different kind of peaceful and comfortable feeling, which is in sharp contrast to the noisy morning market outside.

Although Xu Boqing's clothes did not show off his wealth, it was still made of silk and brocade. He also had a good temperament and did not look like a poor man. Therefore, as soon as he entered the store, he was greeted by a receptionist.

"May I ask what you are purchasing?"

"Written brush."

The receptionist smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you have come to the right place. The four treasures of our study at Izuyunxuan are well-known in our community."

He made a gesture of invitation and went to the pen cabinet to introduce: "This is a Hu pen, which is native to Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Its advantages are that it can be used freely and is durable. It is known as 'the most outstanding pen in the world'; this is

Huizhou Xuanbi..."

"Stop, stop, stop..."

Xu Boqing saw that the boy was habitually introducing those precious brushes, so he quickly stopped, stretched out his hand to reveal the four big beam tong bao in his palm, and said shyly: "Brother, I'm really sorry, I only have four copper coins left, can I buy them?"

What’s the cheapest brush in your store?”

At the end, he added: "As long as I can still hold ink and write, even a bald Fei pen will do."

"Ah, this..."

The waiter at the reception glanced at the shopkeeper who was receiving the guests in confusion. Seeing the shopkeeper nodding slightly, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll get it for you."

After a while, the receptionist took out a rough-made writing brush and handed it over, saying: "Sir, although the workmanship of this pen is a little poor, it is no problem for writing, and the price is only three cents."

, should meet your requirements."

"Thank you very much, brother."

Xu Boqing took the pen, handed the four copper plates to the boy's hand, and said: "With a pen and no ink, it is difficult to write a book. I still have one article, can I borrow the ink from your shop?"

The cheapest kind, and you only need to dip it once, so you can go out and write a few words."

"You can borrow it as much as you like."

Before the boy could say anything, the shopkeeper who was there to receive the distinguished guests nodded in agreement, took out the ground ink, and extended his hand to indicate that he could borrow it as he wished.

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

"It doesn't matter."

The shopkeeper waved his hand and said, "It's just a small matter. Everyone encounters difficulties when they go out."

"Shopkeeper Gao Yi."

Xu Boqing cupped his hand without being polite. He dipped the brush in his hand into some ink and then walked out of the store...

At this time, the old man who was a customer in the "Izumoken" shop smiled slightly and said in a teasing tone: "Ziyan is generous and kind-hearted. He has never changed over the years."

"Hahaha, it made Master Gu laugh."

The shopkeeper smiled mockingly to himself and said: "Master Gu has a lot of talents all over the world. Among the many brothers and sisters, I am the stupidest. I have accomplished nothing for many years and can only live in a small shop. I am really ashamed."

"This is a humble house, but I am kind to my virtue."

The old man shook his head and sighed meaningfully: "This 'Izumo Pavilion' is very good. It is filled with books and is far away from the temple. If I am demoted again during this trip, I would like to open one when I go back and enjoy tea and view."

Books are used to support one’s life.”

"Master Gu's words are serious."

"That's all, it's time to set off."

The shopkeeper was slightly startled, and said hurriedly: "Master Gu, why are you in such a hurry? Students... students have not yet fulfilled their friendship as landlords. If this spreads out and the brothers know about it, wouldn't it break the students' spines?"

"As long as you have the heart."

The old man surnamed Gu waved his hands, stood up and said, "I'm just passing by here on my way back to Beijing to see you. The people in Kyoto are still waiting for me to hand over related matters, so there is no need to delay."

The shopkeeper also knew the seriousness of the situation. When he saw the teacher going out, he quickly stepped forward to help him and said: "The student will stay soon. I wish Master Gu a great career in Kyoto."

"Okay, okay, let's go~"

The old man bowed and got into an ordinary carriage, raised the curtain on the window and waved his hand, indicating that he should go back without having to send him far, and also signaled to the coachman to drive on.

The wheels were rolling, and he looked at the traffickers and the lively morning market in Hongyang City through the car curtain, with a lot of thoughts in his mind...

Grand plans?

Now His Majesty is obsessed with seeking immortality and asking questions, neglecting government affairs, treacherous ministers in the court are suffering from cholera, and flattering ministers are in power, and Kyoto has become a place of right and wrong.

I have worked diligently and performed many times over the past decades, but I have been demoted three times and used three times. This is already the fourth time. Can I still achieve great things?

well……

Just when he was about to lower the car curtain and go on his way in peace, he raised his eyebrows slightly and saw the young man who had bought a pen and borrowed ink for four pennies at the Izumokan.

It's just that this young man is currently in front of a fortune-telling canvas, still holding the brush in his hand, and seems to be thinking about something.

In a short time, the young man added the words "Jun Xu Wen" and "Dao Miao Xian" to the original words on the canvas.

The original words "divination of the universe" and "divination of the universe" were changed to "divination of the universe" and "divination of the universe".

Seeing this scene, the temples on both sides of the old man were beating with anger, because he could see that the young man's handwriting was good, and he must be a person who read poetry and books, including his clothes.

Including when he was at Izumoken before, he saw that this young man came to buy a pen with only four pennies left, and he thought he was a diligent and studious person...

I never thought that I was wrong!!

He didn't learn well at a young age, but he turned out to be the kind of magician who flatters immortals and Taoists!

Then he saw something even more outrageous. After the young man finished writing, he threw the brush aside!

If all the scholars in the world are to be like this young man in front of me in the future, how can I have the face to meet all the Confucian sages of Wen Zong?

"parking!!"
Chapter completed!