Tang Xiucai has worked hard on calligraphy since he was a child. Although his beautiful thin gold body is worse than the famous masters of the world, he is not as good as an ordinary Jinshi.

"Okay, it's great! Shopkeeper Zhu, you made a profit!" People around you kept admiring.

Manager Zhu smiled and hurriedly thanked: "Master Tang, I'm sorry, I'll find someone to carve a plaque and hang it out. With the words you have, the business will be guaranteed."

Everyone was kind to say a few words, and Tang Xiucai wanted to turn around and say goodbye. After all, he still had to find a job and earn money to fill his stomach!

"What a wonderful thing, it's like floating clouds, agile as a shocking dragon, sparse and thin as a dead tree in the midst of winter, and as restricted as hungry servants of the Yan family. You can't write it without more than ten years of hard work!"

Someone praised this, and Tang Xiucai was proud. He looked in the sound and saw two monks walking by. The one in front was in his fifties and wearing a monk's robe full of patches. This is called "Natou". Only with a certain identity can you wear it. As for ordinary monks, they can only wear gray cloth monk's robe like the little novice monk carrying a basket behind them.

When he saw that he was a monk, Tang Xiucai quickly clasped his fists and said humbly: "The master praised him and he was ashamed of being accused of taking it."

"Amitabha, the donor's handwriting is light and ethereal, elegant and natural; the brushwork is graceful and elegant, and the techniques are both peaceful and strange. But why do I feel that there is something uneven in it? Is the donor angry?"

Angry, of course anger!

I can’t even eat, how can I avoid being bored?

But why did the monk see from his handwriting? Could it be that he really has such a powerful eye? Tang Xiucai couldn't help but frowned slightly, and could not figure it out.

"The master is profound in Buddhism, and even proficient in calligraphy, which is admirable. I just don't know where the master became a monk?"

The monk Shoumei raised his eyebrows and laughed: "I became a monk at Puji Temple. I just arrived at Tianfei Palace a month ago. The Dharma name is really."

"So it's Master Lezhen, and students will definitely visit them if they have time."

"Then I'll wait."

After the monk finished speaking, he took big steps away. The little monk behind him followed him and soon disappeared.

Tang Xiucai looked at the back that was leaving and couldn't help but exclaim: "You can see through people's hearts by just a few words. You are such a great monk, Yi'er. We should ask others for advice in the future."

"Let me give me some advice!"

Tang Yi pulled his father to the side, pointed to the clothes on the two men and said, "That monk is not seen from the words, but clothes!"

"What's wrong with the clothes?" Tang Xiucai didn't understand yet, it was quite clean.

"Clean is clean, but it's worth a tael of silver in total!" Tang Yi sneered: "You write so well and dress so badly. What's the point of not being a down-and-out scholar? Can you not be angry in your heart? This is not the same as nonsense!"

"Oh, it makes sense!" Tang Xiucai frowned and suddenly asked, "Yi'er, why do you think so badly about the master?"

Tang Yi snorted and said nothing. In order to pay for the tuition in his previous life, he shaved his head and worked as a fake monk in the scenic area for two months. Since then, he has become a staunch atheist, which is more effective than any political textbook.

Tang Xiucai frowned and suddenly smiled, "By the way, Yi'er, Dad thought of a job."

"What job?"

"I set up a stall to write. I remember there is a writing stall in front of Tianfei Palace. With Master Zhen in charge, there will definitely be more and more pilgrims in Tianfei Palace in the future, and more people will write. Yes, that's it. Yi'er, you go home first, dad, go to Tianfei Palace now."

Practicing writing in the stall is the easiest job for a down-and-out scholar. Looking at his father, he can't do anything else. He doesn't expect him to get rich anyway, and he can temporarily support his father and father.

"Okay, you have to be careful!"

Tang Yi returned to the bamboo building and read the book for a while. He was a little dizzy and weak. He lay on the bed and met Mr. Zhou.

When I woke up, it was already dark, but my father didn't come back. It wasn't something happened, Tang Yi was so scared that he hurriedly sat up, put on his clothes, and prepared to go out to take a look. Before he could get up, the door opened wide, and Tang Xiucai rushed in, holding a grease paper bag in his hand, shaking happily.

"Yi'er, you're hungry, two steamed buns and two taels of pork head meat, eat it quickly."

Unfolded the oil paper bag, the fragrance blew into the nostrils, and Tang Yi's stomach started to rumble.

"Dad, did you eat it?"

"Haha, eat it quickly. Dad has eaten vegetarian food in Tianfei Palace. It tastes really good. Dad takes you to try it when you have time."

Tang Yi took a bite of the steamed bun, ate a few more slices of pork head meat, and suddenly frowned.

"Dad, why did you go to the temple for dinner?"

"Where are you going if you don't go to Tianfei Palace?" Tang Xiucai glared: "Do you still doubt Master Zhen? That's a great monk who is helpful. Don't always think about others with a dirty heart. Your father wanted to set up a writing stall, but there were no pens, inks, papers, and inkstones, and he happened to meet the little novice monk next to the master. Not long after, he invited me in. After chatting for a while, the master knew my situation, he lent me a table and chair for free, and gave me a brand new set of pens, inkstones, papers, and inkstones. He also marked the best place at the entrance of the temple to set up a stall for me. What a great kindness, when we become rich, we must not forget it."

Really changed?

Tang Yi looked at his father with suspicion, "Do you really ask the stall fee? For example, 50% of the money you earn every day will be returned to Tianfei Palace?"

"Bang!"

Tang Xiucai was really angry, and in anger, he slapped the table.

"Yi'er, at such a young age, how can you always use malicious speculations on others? No matter when, there are many good people in the world. Master Zhen didn't want me a son. Remember, there is no fee for setting up a stall!"

The sun really came out from the west. Seeing my father's appearance, Tang Yi couldn't help but disbelieve it.

"You always have to do nothing, just give you pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

"You can't say that!" Tang Xiucai sighed and said, "Master Lezhen just arrived at Tianfei Palace. The painted and painted couplets were all taken off. There were many Buddhist scriptures that were bitten by rats, and they were incomplete. They all had to be copied again. There were a large stack of them on the master's table. I saw that he worked hard and asked to help him copy the scriptures. You must remember that my father took the initiative to propose it, not what the master asked!"

"That's not the same. Why don't you think about it? Why did he put it in front of you? Isn't it just a show?"

Tang Yi finally roared. After listening for a long time, he thought he had met a good person, but he didn't expect to be waiting here!

"Dad, how many copies did you write today?"

"Two letters from home, earned twenty cents, bought pork head meat for three cents, and there were seventeen cents left." Tang Xiucai said as he took out the copper coins and placed them on the table, "Take them, buy buns tomorrow morning."

Tang Yi was completely crazy, "Dad, why don't you understand? Let me ask you, how much is a Buddhist scripture worth?"

"How do I know this? But Buddhist scriptures should be more expensive than the Four Books and Five Books. After all, there are few printed and published, just one or two taels of silver!"

"Then how many Buddhist scriptures have you copied in a day?"

"I copied half of the Ksitigarbha Sutra this afternoon."

"That's right!" Tang Yi clapped his hands hard, which scared Tang Xiucai.

"Yi'er, don't be surprised, I'm willing to do it."

"That's called Jiang Taigong's fishing wisher to take the bait." Tang Yi sat beside the bed, and was so angry that his cheeks were bulging. He said with his fingers: "Half a Buddhist scripture, even if it is eight coins of silver, converted into copper coins, it is at least six or seven hundred cents, which is thirty times that of these money!"

Tang Xiucai never thought so, but according to his son's words, he couldn't help but think about it, it seemed to make sense. Could it be that the big head was really taken away by the real one? In any case, he could not label the amiable monk as being squeezed and exploited.

So Tang Xiucai hugged his head and pretended to be an ostrich.

"Anyway, I didn't force it, I was willing to write it myself."
Chapter completed!