Chapter 977

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Beibei was delighted when he heard it: "So I still have a chance to get this pen, so I would like to ask my father, when will this display stand be replaced?"

When to change? The old man squinted his eyes and thought for a while before he said, "This display stand has just been replaced, so I'm afraid we'll have to wait."

Jiang Hu frowned; "Why don't I send someone to watch over here. Don't we have to hurry? It's getting late today, so we can rest here for a day and continue our journey tomorrow?"

Beibei was in a hurry to go home, but when he saw this pen, he felt like he liked it very much. Jiang Hu's solution is not impossible: "That's the only way to do it. By the way, this old man, how much is this brush?" ah?"

The old man has a good sense of Beibei, so he replied: "Generally speaking, it takes five hundred taels."

Is it so expensive? Aren't other writing brushes only a few taels of silver? Beibei has some doubts whether this person is cheating himself. Just as he was about to speak, he saw another couple walking over.

Behind this person was pushing a display stand, on which there were still many writing brushes hanging. Although Bei Bei didn't understand, but looking at these brushes, he could feel that they were not extraordinary.

"Old man Liu, where's your family's magic pen? Hurry up and hand it over, we have to go to the next one."

Competition magic pen? What the hell? It seems that something very exciting happened. Beibei was still thinking cheerfully, when he saw a young man coming out of the yard, and then hung a sign on the writing brush that Beibei took a fancy to just now, and handed the writing brush to the visitor.

"This is the brush used by our Liu family to participate in the Magic Brush Contest. Please keep it safe."

Looking at the pen in front of him, it was just taken away by the person who appeared. Beibei was dumbfounded, and looked at old man Liu: "Grandpa, what does this mean? What is the magic brush contest?"

Mr. Liu is now certain that these people are really just passing by. Looking at a group of people: "The magic brush competition is a competition held every year in our town. Every family that makes brushes will choose the best brush to participate in the competition."

"Only those who win the competition and become a new generation of brush craftsmen can inherit the writing brush workshop made by Bizhen and develop the brush workshop. And the selected brush will be sent to the palace, For the emperor to use."

Beibei has a question mark on his face, so is this the way Uncle Huang chooses the brushes he uses every year? My God, this is too extravagant. If that writing brush falls into the hands of Uncle Huang, he still has a chance to get it.

"Sounds interesting, how can we outsiders join in the fun?"

I have never seen anyone say so confidently about going to join in the fun, even Mr. Liu was taken aback for a moment, a little helpless: "Actually, if you want to participate, you can also. The person who makes the brush can choose a young man to replace He came to show the pen."

kindness? It sounds similar to sales promotion. But why is it a teenager? exhibit? How to show it?

Beibei is now aroused very strong interest: "How can the boy show it?"

Jiang Hu coughed twice, always feeling that what Beibei said was a little weird. Could it be that he misunderstood? Beibei glanced at Jiang Hu: "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Looking at Jiang Hu shaking his head, Bei Bei looked at Old Man Liu, who seemed to be a very kind person. Looking at Beibei, he began to explain to Beibei again: "Of course I use a brush to write. The written characters are beautiful, and the feel of using it must be clearly described."

Beibei blinked his eyes: "Isn't it easy to cheat? If you find a word that is well written, the pen can take a lot of money."

The old man laughed and looked at Beibei: "You don't understand."

Beibei looked confused, why didn't she understand. Is it possible that a person who can't write can write quickly if he gets a good pen?

Not knowing what the old man was laughing at, Chu Shaoyang saw that Beibei was interested in this competition, so he said: "Then let's live here for a while, let's find a place to live first, and then ask someone if we can Also participate in the selection of this magic pen boy."

It is not uncommon for people from other places to participate in the Magic Pen Youth. It's just that the meaning of participation is different from that of the people in Pen Town. He looked at a few people with a smile and said, "Would you like to participate in the selection of Magic Pen Boys?"

Beibei looked at the old man: "Can you? Can people from other places participate?"

The old man nodded with a smile: "Of course it is possible. You should find a place to live first. Then ask a specific person. It seems that the registration is not closed yet!"

As soon as he heard that he could sign up, Beibei also became interested and looked at the people: "Let's go, find a place to live first, it's rare to encounter such an interesting thing!"

Both Beibei spoke up, and other people naturally would not object. Yu Er ran quickly: "Master, I just ran around the town and found out where I live. Shall I go there now?"

As a follower, you still have to be aware of this point. When the master travels, he must not let the master feel dissatisfied. He must always be prepared for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Yu Er did a good job with this matter, and he was looking for the largest inn in Bi Town. As for the room? Of course it's a room for one person. After all, they don't need money to travel.

Six people and six rooms, the innkeeper is very happy, this is a big customer, he has money. After sending people up and settling down, Beibei and his party went downstairs again.

Yu Er has already thoughtfully ordered all the food again. When Beibei and his party were eating, Yu Er started to go out again to inquire about how to participate in the selection of the magic pen boy.

After Beibei found out that Yu Er was so capable, he praised Mu Yeyin: "Xiao Yin'er knows people with her eyes. Knowing that Yu Er is so capable, it is really convenient to bring people along."

Mu Yeyin was a little embarrassed to hear Beibei's praise: "What my sister said is that it's just fun to watch him and the black-clothed guard."

He, the guard, was colder than him, and he couldn't hear a word from him all day long. But Yu Er didn't know where he came from so many words, he could chat with the black guard for half a day by himself.

It would be interesting to wait until the black-clothed guards sealed his acupoints and made him unable to speak, and he would come to complain again.

Beibei also knew how the two got along, coughing and coughing: "It's quite interesting. But this magic pen boy, do you plan to participate? Or who wants to participate? I want to go."

Jiang Hu spoke first: "Since you want to go, let's go together. When Yu Er comes back, just ask how to sign up."

Both of them are going, and Chu Shaoyang and Mu Yeyin are naturally not to be outdone: "If my sister goes, I will go too."

"I am coming too."

Qingyue looked at these people and smiled, and soon Yu Er came back and found out how the magic pen boy should participate.

"My master has inquired clearly. Only teenagers can participate in the selection of the magic pen boy. It's quite simple to sign up. You just go to a fixed place, pay money, and test whether the handwriting looks good. If you look good, you can pass it. If you don't, you can't .”

Beibei blinked his eyes, but he heard clearly: "Only teenagers can participate, right? Then I can't participate. Well, it doesn't matter, as long as you participate, I will cheer for you."

That being the case, after the others had eaten, they had to sign up. When I came to the registration place, I found that it was quite lively here, with people queuing up in front.

"It seems that we came in time." Mu Yeyin sighed, but looked at so many people in front of him, and felt a little troublesome.

Yu Er nodded, and agreed: "No, you came in time! It took three days to sign up, and today is the second day. There are still so many people. It seems that the magic pen boy is very popular."

Hearing Yu Er's words, the people on the side smiled and said, "That's natural. Those who have been a magic pen boy can inherit the pen-making skills in the future."

It turned out to be like this. People here, after they are born, have to learn to write. Those who can write well will come to participate in the Magic Pen Youth. Only those who have been selected will be selected to inherit the pen-making skills.

Of course, if it is in the family, there are people with high craftsmanship, so they will not choose the magic pen boy, they have family inheritance! People in this age have habits, and people who are not from the family will not pass on their craftsmanship.

After all, there is a saying that the apprentice of the church starved to death of the master. The process of queuing was very long, but finally it was the turn of three people: "What's your name? Where do you come from? Why do you want to be a magic pen boy?"

Jiang Hu didn't hide the three questions, and asked directly: "Jiang Hu is from Kyoto, so I'm curious and want to participate."

Forehead! Curious to take part? That is to say, to play? They seem a little nervous to accept so many teenagers signing up here. This one said he came to play, but he is very casual.

After writing down the name, he looked at Jiang Hu: "Write four characters, let's see how your calligraphy is?"

Jiang Hu's answer had already attracted the attention of other people. They thought he was joking and wanted to attract people's attention, but everyone was a little disdainful. But still curious, what would he write?

Jiang Hu didn't care what people he didn't know thought of him, so he took a pen and wrote four words: "Heaven rewards hard work."

When the person who signed up saw these words, his eyes lit up instantly: "Okay, you have a strong character."

It's just that such a person may not be suitable to participate in the competition of the magic pen boy. This shot overwhelms everyone, isn't it a bit too much.

Jiang Hu looked at the performance of several people and raised his eyebrows: "I should be able to pass the test and participate?"

Several people in charge looked at each other and nodded; "Okay, you can take it. Three days later, go to the square to run for election, and see which one you can get a pen with your luck."

"Next. What's your name? Where are you from? Why are you competing?"