Wei Bao heard Zheng Zhongfei's ridicule and did not care. Instead, the onlookers around him were unhappy. Ninety-nine percent of the onlookers were mud-legged, and they were all people who couldn't even afford to go to school!

Zheng Zhongfei is used to being rampant in Jinshan because his family has two money, so the people in the capital dare not provoke him, but leaving Jinshan is nothing. Who knows him?

The onlookers shouted!

"What's wrong with the mud legs? What are you?"

"I don't feel embarrassed if I can't afford to go to school."

"The young man who dares to go up and write looks much better than you."

"The guy looks good and courageous, it looks like you look like a green onion."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Immediately, a bunch of accusations and remarks flew towards Zheng Zhong.

"It's enough for people to write if they dare. If you have the ability, you can write. What fart do you want?" A big and thick farmer approached Zheng Zhongfei and cursed, spitting on Zheng Zhongfei's face.

Zheng Zhongfei dared not speak back, and he didn't even dare to stare at his eyes. He turned his face, held his arms with both hands, and walked away two steps.

The rules for managing the people in the Ming Dynasty were extremely strict, and quarrels were one thing. If you really started to attack the yamen, it would be something that no one wanted to encounter. Even if you were a peasant and rich peasant of Zheng Zhongfei's family, you could not afford to go to the yamen for a few times.

Therefore, there are often scenes similar to later football or basketball games, where players on both sides are pressing their chests against their chests, blushing faces and thick necks, but no one dares to take action first. It is not like the scenes of serving swords or talking with fists when they disagree.

No one has ever been on the stage to write anymore.

On the one hand, there are not many people who can write, and the competition has not lasted for a few minutes since the beginning. There is no such fast spread, so everyone who can write in the nearby competition is coming.

So, at this time, Wei Bao was the only one on the field.

The words that Zheng Zhongfei revealed Wei Bao's past just now can easily make the poor feel empathy. Although no one is optimistic about Wei Bao, he doesn't want to see him being too ugly. He thinks that this young man is hungry and wants to earn the four taels of silver, so he doesn't know how to advance and retreat in front of Guan Gong in such an occasion.

Wu Shien was also surprised. He originally thought that Wei Bao had something to do with the Dongjiang Army who controlled this sea route. He was a middle-aged merchant or a child of a middle-aged merchant. Now when he saw Zheng Zhongfei, he seemed to know Wei Bao's background, but he didn't expect that Wei Bao was a mud-legged person who couldn't even afford to learn?

Then where did Wei Bao’s goods come from?

Can a person who has never been to school take a pen?

Wu Shien stared at Wei Bao's eyes with full of doubts, and like everyone else, he kept silent.

Wei Bao did not take everything around him into his heart, and was calm and composed.

This is not a fight. As a modern ordinary person, fighting is definitely not possible, but writing a few words is not too nervous.

If he is a little nervous, it is because he is afraid that someone will protest later.

Wei Bao just read Zhao Jinfeng's calligraphy and thought that Zhao Jinfeng's calligraphy was very good. There were also a few scholars who also had very good calligraphy. His own calligraphy could not be said to be better than them. What would happen if he got the first name?

Wei Bao eliminated distracting thoughts, dipped it ink, and wrote on white paper:

The feathered edict is full of the Central Plains, and the duckweed flows among the seas.

When I was young, I passed Guiling and came out of Yuguan at the age of my prime.

A strange evil intention is like a broken heart, and a sad mane is spotted.

Chu has been thirty million billion yuan, but how many people will be back?

Wei Bao not only could write, but also had to pass the third prize in the junior high school brush calligraphy competition held by the street. He could write it in a sloppy manner. In this era, Tong Sheng had a level of brush calligraphy.

This is also the only way he could think of to clean up the money. He is even worse. If it were a martial arts competition, neither he nor Wei Bao had this experience. In addition, Wei Bao's body at this time, with thin arms and legs, how could he rely on arming to force him?

The level of students in the north was generally lower than that in the south. The Ming Dynasty officials were always mainly those near the Yangtze River or south of the Yangtze River. Yongping Prefecture had few people and was desolate. In addition, most of them were military families, and the quality of students was lower than that of ordinary northern prefectures.

Therefore, Wei Bao's calligraphy is at a medium-to-high level among the dozens of contestants who have written just now, and it is not that I can't stand it.

If it weren't for Zheng Zhongfei's loud sarcasm, Wei Bao's words would not be surprising, but because of Zheng Zhongfei's "assistant", the psychological contrast brought to people has suddenly increased countless times!

Everyone felt that Wei Bao's words were vigorous and powerful, with his pen running through the dragon and snake, his strength penetrated the back of the paper, his flowing water, his iron painted silver hook, and his phoenix floated and the phoenix drifted!

"It's this person." Wu Shien touched Master Liao's legs under the table and reminded softly.

"Oh! OK! Good word!" Master Liao originally invited "help" to "support". After receiving instructions, he hurriedly put down the teacup, stood up and cheered loudly.

Seeing that someone came over and wanted to write, Wu Shien stood up quickly, holding the words Wei Bao had just written in both hands, Liang showed them to everyone, and made a final decision, "Everyone, thank you for your support. This little brother's handwriting is appreciated by Master Liao, who is well-educated locally. I also like it very much. Therefore, today's first name for the competition is for this little brother!"

Art, when you reach the level of a master, you can see the high and low artworks between the middle and low levels, if you are at the same level, it is really difficult to distinguish. Novels of the same level, calligraphy and paintings of the same level, and poetry of the same level, whoever supports the more people, will naturally turn the balance in everyone's hearts.

Wow!

A huge noise broke out in the crowd. Who wouldn't envy four taels of silver?

Everyone's surprise was, on the one hand, because the competition ended so quickly, and on the other hand, because it was the best word for this young man who was scolded as a mud, had no money to study, and was embarrassed?

The scene suddenly became very touching, and there were actually many onlookers applauding with tears in their eyes.

It’s not that Wei Baoshuai is so beloved that everyone loves. It’s just that in everyone’s pre-conceived, the person who wins the first place must be a luxurious and rich student-like figure. Wei Bao is dressed in a shabby black coarse cloth and has many patches. No matter how you look at it, it makes people know that he is a poor child from a farmer. So everyone thinks that Wei Bao is the same type of person as them. If Wei Bao can win the first place, he will naturally increase his excitement.

"Thank you, thank you everyone!" Wei Bao didn't expect that he would be so loved by everyone, and he didn't expect that no one would protest?

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Wei Bao's word is not as good as the overwhelming advantage. Some of the people who were competing just now were actually dissatisfied. They were just scholars with good characters, all the rich children of their families, and they would not argue about a few taels of silver.

In addition, a group of poor men shouted loudly and applauded, as if the boy won the first place and they won the first place, and the group effect was overwhelming.

In this case, who dares to argue? It is possible that the poor men will be trampled into a paste.

"Big head, big head, have you heard it? Wei Bao won the first place! Wei Bao really won the first place!" Although Wei Bao refused to let Fan Xiaolin go with him when he went shopping just now, Fan Xiaolin saw that Wei Bao from his neighbor's house actually won the first place. With a generous reward of four taels of silver, she still cheered and yelled hard, holding Fan Big Head's arm, and her tone changed.

Fan Da's head clenched his fists tightly, his face turned red, and for a moment, his mind was blank, and he murmured: "This kid can really hide it. I didn't know he could write before! He practiced secretly with the old boy?"

Wang Qiuya looked at Wei Bao with a strange glow. This was the first time she looked at her old neighbors seriously. She suddenly realized that Wei Bao had grown up and was a very handsome boy. She used to be like Fan Xiaolin, but she just regarded Wei Bao as a little brat.

Zhao Jinfeng and his maid Xiao Cui did not leave either. Zhao Jinfeng wanted to wait and see Wei Bao's calligraphy, and Wei Bao actually won the first place, which made Zhao Jinfeng even more curious about Wei Bao.

Zheng Zhongfei's face was dark, unspeakable embarrassment, ashamed, ashamed, and angry. All kinds of complex emotions were caused by the influence of the heat. He felt that he was so embarrassed to leave, because he was with everyone. If he left like this, he probably would say bad things about him behind him, but if he didn't leave, he would...

Fan Lao Geda and Wang Zhihui came here at this time. Fan Lao Geda happened to see the scene where Wei Bao took four taels of silver from Wu Shien in public. He patted Fan Da’s head in surprise, "Master, what's going on? How did that person give Wei Bao silver?"

"Dad, Wei Bao won the top spot in the calligraphy competition!" Before Fan Da's head could speak, Fan Xiaolin rushed to say, "It's a reward of four liang of silver patterns!"

"Ah?" Fan Lao Geda and Wang Zhihui opened their mouths wide at the same time in shock. Their chapped lips trembled. They looked at Wei Bao in a daze, unable to speak.

The poor also like to compare. If you don’t have money, you usually compare who has more sons and who has a promising future. Especially in the countryside, before today, Fan Lao Geda and Wang Zhihui have always had an absolute psychological advantage in the secret comparison with Wei Dakang, mainly because Wei Bao has become a bit dull and seems to know nothing. But today, their worldview has collapsed - can Wei Bao write a good handwriting?

In the Ming Dynasty, what else can make the family shine more than knowledge?

Wu Shien said to Wei Bao calmly: "Congratulations." He wanted to ask where Wei Bao's goods came from, but it was not convenient to ask in public.

Wei Bao seemed to see Wu Shien's thoughts. He didn't care. He just had the goods. Do you care if my family is a farmer? He didn't know that Wu Shien regarded him as a middleman in the Dongjiang Army or a child in the middleman's family.

"Thank you." Wei Bao blinked at Wu Shien with a smile, feeling very good.

Wei Bao's clever expression made Wu Shien think to himself that this young man must be not an ordinary person. How could a peasant family have so many rare goods? Yes, it must be the Dongjiang Army, or a middleman of a pirate gang at sea. You can't even hide it from my husband's eyes that have seen countless people, hehe.

After a thought passed, Wu Shien looked at the pair of black and shiny leather boots on Wei Bao's feet and smiled confidently.

Seeing that everyone had finished watching the fun, they were already leaving one after another, and Wei Bao's friends came over.

Wei Bao saw Fan Da’s head and suddenly remembered something and said to Wu Shien: "Thank you, Boss Wu, for the reward of Wenyin. I will give you a truck of firewood? We originally went to the city to sell firewood today, but we haven’t sold it now, so I’d just give it to the boss!"

When Fan Lao Geda heard that a car of firewood was going to be given away for free, he was immediately unhappy. Most of them belonged to their family, not Wei Bao. But then he thought that Wei Bao had four or two silver patterns and stopped talking. Otherwise, according to his usual temper, he would have slapped Wei Bao's head with his big hand.

Fan Da's head turned quickly and immediately realized that he was selling gifts. Even if the boss refused to pay, Wei Bao would not ask for his firewood for vain. He hurriedly agreed: "Yes, send it to the boss."

Wu Shien smiled and said, "My family is not short of firewood, but since he is a small official, he can just send it to my house." He thought that he had done a business with Wei Bao for eight taels of silver, and he was still a petty family for a few cents of firewood. It's not worth it.

A cart of firewood was a dozen coins, and only bought a cake. Wu Shien reached into his arms and touched it. He found a small copper coin. A large copper coin was one thousand coins, and a small copper coin was one hundred coins. Boss Wu didn't care about it and handed it to Wei Bao, "This is firewood coin."

"I promised to give it to you!" Wei Bao was reluctant to ask for the money and refused.

This made Wu Shien even more convinced that Wei Bao was not an ordinary person. If he was really a teenager in a farmer, a hundred coins were not a small amount! It was almost worth a cent of silver.

"We are already friends. If we don't accept it, we will look down on me, Mr. Wu!" Wu Shien said in a very stylish manner. Wei Bao gave him confidence. If Wei Bao was a timid person, Wei Bao's goods would definitely not be a good source, or if there was any problem with the goods themselves. He valued Wei Bao because Wei Bao's goods and Wei Bao's goods naturally did not care about a hundred-ciete copper coins equivalent to a cent of silver, such a small amount.

This boss and Wei Bao are already friends? Wei Bao came with him and looked at Wei Bao together. Zheng Zhongfei seemed to have seen a ghost and thought that Wei Bao was really lucky.

"Since Boss Wu said that, I'm disrespectful." Wei Bao smiled and put Wu Shien's small penthouse of copper coins into his arms, along with four taels of silver. "Thank you, Boss Wu! Big Head Brother, please help me deliver it? We'll wait for you here."

Wei Bao's peaceful tone, because his wealth had increased, Fan Da's head was obedient and agreed loudly, and he secretly said that at least half of the points were given to my house. Fifty coins were worth selling five trucks of firewood. How could he not be happy?

If this were the ones in the past, it would be better if it was called Fan Da’s head not to be scolded by Fan Da’s head.

Everyone was watching Wei Bao behaved gracefully and behaved with Wu Shien, and they all secretly admired him. A 14-year-old boy with a decent manner and still talked to such a big boss!

Fan Lao Geda, who is over 40 years old, and Wang Zhihui, who is nearly 40 years old, can't speak like Wei Bao. When they see people like Wu Shien, they can't even speak smoothly.

Zhao Jinfeng was watching the calligraphy that Wei Bao had just written, while secretly paying attention to the conversation between Wei Bao and Wu Shien, and became more and more curious. She could see that Wei Bao was very young and should be several years younger than her.
Chapter completed!