As he said that, Wu Cailuan kicked Aunt Huang's wheat dou and quickly kicked Aunt Huang's wheat dou there, and then prepared to grab the eggs from the aunt's hand.

"Oh, didn't you agree on the price? Please help me copy Buddhist scriptures, and you will get a total of 6 liters of wheat in one volume. I will give these two chicken eggs to this young bachelor. He has worked hard for you to copy (copy and learn regular script)." Aunt Huang looked bad and was muttering.

Gao Yue immediately understood, "You Wu Cailuan, you asked me to copy Buddhist scriptures and practice small calligraphy on the surface, but in fact, I treated me as a free laborer to earn the rewards of the neighbors' writing scriptures! I gave me my strength, but she came to receive the rewards and used my words to mix with the fish. She had no professional ethics.

"Aunt Huang, look, this volume of Buddhist scriptures is copied, and it is not well-examined, and the calligraphy is still crude..." Gao Yue took the opportunity to unfold the Buddhist scriptures he copied, and stood in front of Aunt Huang's eyes.

"Hi Hi!" Wu Cailuan was indeed anxious.

"Bachelor, I'm illiterate in my old lady!" Aunt Huang blinked in pain as she clasped the Buddhist scriptures, and seemed to not recognize half of the characters at all, let alone distinguish the pros and cons of calligraphy.

"Stop, Gao Yue-then, that chicken egg will be given to you!" Finally, Wu Cailuan compromised because she was afraid of revealing the stuff.

After Aunt Huang left, Wu Cailuan was so angry that she smoked her teeth and pointed at him and said, "Gao Yue, do you think the paper and ink for you to practice regular script do not require a lot of money?"

"But you can't take over the fruits of my labor in a noble way." Gao Yue refused to give in.

Wu Cailuan opened her mouth in surprise and anger, and then she wanted to give Gao Yue another Tang chicken soup, "Have you heard that Di Renjie used acupuncture to save people when he was young, but he was unwilling to accept the reward? You are a dignified student..."

Gao Yue shook his hand quickly, and then stuffed his ears with his fingers, meaning that he would not listen to the turtle chanting.

Wu Cailuan spread her hands and said that she would forget it. She didn't let you do the regular copying of scriptures. You would immediately take these six liters of wheat back to the Imperial College. You can take them back to the Imperial College. There are only three types of work you can help me deal with in the future. One is the book scriptures, the second is the female donor copying scattered Buddhist scriptures, and the third is the contract documents for neighbors to borrow, form associations, etc. You can do these three things, and you can also get some paper and ink money for me, and get some chicken eggs, wheat grains, and bread as food books.

It is obvious that these three things come to you, and it is normal for Gao Yue to deal with them and practice regular script.

In short, when you meet a master like Wu Cailuan, you can only grow up wildly by yourself.

Seeing that Gao Yue did not veto him completely, Wu Cailuan's tone also relaxed, "It's almost dusk, so I'll eat in the scripture writing shop. I'll give you some good things."

As the end of Shen time approaches, the spring sunshine in Chang'an is already warmly spreading in the courtyard of the scripture writing workshop. In a small carriage outside the courtyard, Gao Yue stood at the door, holding the eggs given by Aunt Huang in his hand. It had been steamed by Wu Cailuan. After knocking on a small mouth, Gao Yue reached in with a small spoon and scooped it to eat.

Wu Cailuan clapped her hands and pointed to the bookshelf in Xiaohuxia, meaning that all the good things are inside.

Then she took out two scrolls, and the book target tag was written on one of them, "The Great and Unlucky Book of the Tang Dynasty", and the other one was written on "The Thousand Characters of Zen Master Zhiyong", and handed them to Gao Yue.

"Well, Wang Xizhi's original works have been collected in the palace long ago. People often learn Zhiyong's Thousand-word texts, you can practice while reading them; and this book of the Tang Dynasty's auspicious and evil calligraphy is a real treasure. It was originally hidden in the government and the literati and officials' homes, and it was copied and collected by chance."

Gao Yue took it and saw that the thick scroll was filled with leaves (similar to bookmarks). He counted thirty pieces, which read "Year Preface", "Festival Appreciation", "All Colors Notes", etc., as well as "All Colors Good Books", "All Colors Good Books", "All Colors Sacrifices", etc., "The officialdom, family, friends, monks, Taoists, and scholars all over the world, how is it so interesting? You can use it for your whole life in your future."

Wu Cailuan was actually right. Gao Yue’s thirty-six-talk flower is worth it. The so-called calligraphy rituals are the letter norms of exchanges between scholars and common people, and the government and the people. These are very important for Gao Yue, who had just entered the Tang Dynasty society. As Wu Cailuan said, it can be used for a lifetime.

"Thank you, Master!" Gao Yue then put down his chicken egg and smiled happily.

Wu Cailuan nodded, and then asked in a cunning tone, "Why do you want to copy the scriptures of Shengye Temple? Are you willing to do three kinds of miscellaneous things for me?"

"Of course I do." Gao Yue agreed very simply, "I just don't know if the master can tell Wansheng when he can drop out of calligraphy?"

Wu Cailuan's expression became serious. She took out the copied Buddhist scriptures from the bookshelf. She saw that it was the "Miaobian Lotus Sutra". She turned to the end of the last title. The names of the characters were written on them, including the copyist, the decorator, the first school, the second school, and the third school. Read it in detail. The names of the producers were clearly written on it. Among them, the names of the copyist were "Zhongling Jingsheng Wu Cailuan".

"When can you write your name on it with a clear conscience, it is the time when the husband is studying."

Soon, Gao Yue played a role in the calligraphy gifted by Wu Cailuan.

In the past few days, he went back to the Imperial College to help some female donors copy Buddhist scriptures. In the morning, he practiced calligraphy in the "Zhiyong Thousand Characters Text". In the afternoon, he sat upright in the yard of the scripture writing workshop and wanted to write free calligraphy for the neighbors. So residents from all over the village came to ask for help.

"Bachelor Bachelor, I have a friend who wrote a letter from a long distance. Please help me and give me a greeting." Mr. Xu from Shengyefang brought a basket of shiba cakes.

"No problem, it's February now, um... good!" As he said that, Gao Yue pulled out a piece of paper, skillfully used lead stone to stamp rows of "black wire railings" on it, and then picked up the pen to write:

“My friend, so

The answer says:

The end of the year is coming, Qingyang is in the festival, the gentle wind is moving, and the beautiful scenery is shining. The green willows spread out, the peaches are green, and they want to travel and be in a good place. When you appreciate the guests, you drink the pillars and drink the heart of the piano and write your ambition. Every time you think about the meeting, there is no reason, so you can send a few lines to your heart, and hope to hold a word.

Friend Xu Qi

Watch the sun in February of the 12th year of Dali”

Next was a civilian woman wearing a veil with a hat and veil. She brought half a basket of chicken eggs and said that her husband had been away for three years. She had written to her before, but she was illiterate and asked the bachelor to reply to her.

"No problem!" Gao Yue picked up his pen again and wrote, "After farewell, the road is long, the humble concubine is worried and haggard. When we left, there were not many days, who would like to part with him? The spring and autumn are three years old. My wife is old and safe. The family is big and ordinary..."

"Tell me my husband that he had a baby last year, and it was a boy." The woman opened her veil and added with a smile.

"Okay." Gao Yue didn't think too much, so he prepared to add some auspicious words to the book scriptures. But soon, "Well? Who wants to part with me? Three years of spring and autumn", and then why did he "add a child" last year...
Chapter completed!