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Looking at the way he writes, you can tell that what the old man just said is true.

He must have been a private school teacher, but now he is in trouble.

Moreover, Mo Zhiran discovered that in this capital, most of the prominent people spoke with the same accent, and many outsiders worked as lowly slaves, indicating that this place was still very exclusive.

So even if the old man is a private school teacher, there is no way to find the same job here as before, and no one is even willing to give him a job where he can make a living.

They still trust the local people and feel that outsiders are liars and not worthy of trust.

While Mo Zhiran was thinking, the old man's calligraphy and painting had been completed.

He carefully handed the pen to the child beside him and reminded him to hold it carefully.

At the same time, he picked up the paper from the ground with both hands and handed it to Mo Zhiran's hand.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor. I don't have anything valuable on me, and now I'm in trouble. I can't even give you a decent thank you gift. I only have this handwritten letter that's not bad, so take it as my thank you gift to you. "

Mo Zhiran took it and took a look at the old man's handwriting, and immediately made up her mind.

He is the person he is looking for. His handwriting is not good-looking, but this old man's handwriting is indeed quite good.

Although he is not a famous calligrapher, it happens to be very consistent with the style of his own poetry.

He said hurriedly, "Don't say that, you helped me a lot today."

The old man obviously didn't react after hearing this. "Benefactor, I haven't done anything. How can I help you?"

Mo Zhiran smiled and said, "You don't know something, old man. I came out today just to find someone who can write well, but I walked around the street several times and didn't see anyone suitable. But I didn’t expect to meet you here, this is really God’s arrangement.”

"Me?" The old man didn't react for a moment, "Benefactor, you mean you want me to help you write?"

"Yes, but you can rest assured that I won't let you write in vain. Let's do this. According to the market price, I will give you 50 yuan for a calligraphy and painting. What do you think?"

Mo Zhiran knew that if he offered a lower price, the old man would probably agree, but he didn't want to take advantage of others, nor did he want to take advantage of it, because he was confident that his calligraphy and painting would be written by Old Man Jin's hand. Will definitely sell for a good price.

Moreover, it is not easy for this old man to raise a child, so he still needs help.

Unexpectedly, when he heard this price, the old man was dumbfounded. After a long time, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Benefactor, I can write for you. I will write for you without any money, but for 50 yuan." , This can’t be done, 50 yuan is too much, I can’t use so much, and my words are not valuable.”

Mo Zhiran smiled, "Don't belittle yourself first. By tonight you will know how much your words are worth."

The old man was doubtful, "Is it true? When I was a private school teacher, my family never made so much money from selling calligraphy. At most, I just helped others write couplets and earned a few pennies."

"You don't need to worry about this. You just need to write the words and I will take care of the rest."

The old man trusted Mo Zhiran for no reason, partly because he was really desperate. Now that he got such a job, of course he had to seize the opportunity.

So he picked up the child and followed Mo Zhiran back to Pinxuan Building.

In front of the building, the doorman followed the shop owner's instructions and was already waiting for Mo Zhiran's return from a distance.

This time he suddenly saw that Mo Zhiran had not only come back by herself but also brought two people with her.

Taking a closer look, these two people were actually two beggars, one old and one young.

The doorman was no longer calm. What does this guy think of this place? Is it a shelter for beggars?Or a gang of beggars?Why is everyone taking it back?Isn't this destroying their Pinxuan Building sign?

My impression of him had just changed in the morning, but I didn't expect that he was now mixed with beggars again.

Just as he was about to step forward and scold him, he remembered the shop owner's previous instructions to treat Mo Zhiran well, and the scolding he had given him when he first met Mo Zhiran, so he had to endure it again and again, holding back his anger. .

But although his tone was polite, he couldn't help but ask when he saw Mo Zhiran, "Is this your friend?"

Mo Zhiran saw the look in his eyes and instantly understood half of it, "Yeah."

"It's true that birds of a feather flock together," the doorman couldn't help but whisper.

Mo Zhiran ignored him and led the old man straight into the room.

They didn't waste a moment after entering the room again, because the evening calligraphy and painting auction was about to begin.They must race against time to write all these calligraphy and paintings.

The doorman outside the door was still a little worried when he saw the two closing the door.After all, he didn't have a good impression of the vagrants and beggars in the city. They could steal and rob, but these beggars could do anything.

And their Pinxuan Building is full of noble people, and there are many valuable things. It is still a bit worrying for them to move freely in Pinxuan Building.

In case something happens...

The doorman quietly arranged for another attendant to stand guard at the door, always paying attention to the movements of Mo Zhiran and the old beggar, while he secretly ran to the shopkeeper's room to report the news.

In the room, Mo Zhiran saw the figure flashing outside the door and knew that it was the doorman who had gone to report the news.

But he still didn't care, because the most urgent task now was to write the calligraphy and painting.

When he put all his poems in front of the old man, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

"Let me tell you, this distant relative of yours can really be called everyone."

"I have been teaching for so many years, not to mention the books I have read. I have learned five or three cars, but I have never seen such a poem. Not just one poem, but there are so many poems. It is really amazing."

Mo Zhiran thought in her heart, that's not it. This is the crystallization of the wisdom of generations of great poets. Their poetry reading volume and their talents are enough to catch the moon in the nine days and catch turtles in the five oceans. It must be is very good.

After seeing these good poems, the old man's state of mind seemed to be infected, and the words he wrote became more charming than before. I don't know what kind of emotion prompted him to change like this. In short, the words became It’s different.

The pen is powerful and powerful, with golden hooks and iron strokes.

"Dong dong dong."

The doorman knocked on the shopkeeper's door.

The shopkeeper is composing a poem at the moment.He was originally an idle person, but after reading the poems Mo Zhiran brought over today, he was greatly shocked and stimulated at the same time. He had been writing poems for almost his whole life, but he had never written such a masterpiece, but he didn't know this Someone who came from nowhere came up with so many songs at once, and the first one was all amazing.While it is shocking, it must be said that it is also enviable.

So he shut himself in the room and meditated, trying to write a poem as good as what he saw during the day.

But it had already been a whole morning, and he couldn't write a word.

The thoughts that usually flowed out like a spring seemed to be tightly locked by something. The more he wanted to write a masterpiece, the more his mind went blank and he couldn't write anything.

While he was in distress, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The doorman saluted and said hurriedly, "The shopkeeper, the poetry writer, brought back a beggar. The two of them were locked in the room. I don't know what they were doing. Do you want to go and have a look."

The shop owner couldn't help but be a little confused after hearing this.Logically speaking, Mo Zhiran should be in a hurry to write and draw in the room at this moment. It can be seen from his expression during the day that she is in urgent need of money, but what beggar did she go to?

The shop owner suddenly thought of some recent rumors in the capital. Many people had been deceived by beggars. This young man had no social experience and had been brainwashed by these beggars.

Worried about Mo Zhiran's safety, the shop owner decided to take a look.

He hurriedly walked to Mo Zhiran's courtyard, and before he knocked on the door, the door opened automatically.

As they came forward, what they saw were calligraphy and paintings spread out on the floor. Because they had just been written, the ink hadn't dried yet, so Mo Zhiran put them all on the floor to dry.

White rice paper covered almost the entire ground.

That is to say, the shop owner can glance at all the calligraphy and paintings from the open door.

Then, as if he had been struck by lightning, he stood there fixedly, unable to take his eyes away from the calligraphy and paintings on the ground.

Such a poem is paired with such a word.It’s just one word, absolutely.

At that time, he only had one feeling in his mind, which was that he wanted all the calligraphy and paintings in it.

The doorman saw his master standing there stunned and quickly reminded him, "The master is the one behind the desk."

The doorman looked towards the old man behind the desk. At this moment, his hands were still stained with wet ink.

Still maintaining the posture of writing on the desk just now.

A knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that all the calligraphy and paintings on the ground were written by him alone.

The shopkeeper did not look back at the doorman, but waved his hand behind his back, indicating that it was okay.

Then he suddenly realized that he looked like this. It was not as if he was worried about Mo Zhiran's comfort, but that he was here to ask questions. So he hurriedly explained, "I came to see if the distinguished guest is okay."

Mo Zhiran knew that the shopkeeper always treated people with courtesy, so she didn't take it to heart. She just smiled and said, "I was afraid of ruining these poems. My handwriting has always been ugly, so I went to the street and asked a gentleman. Look, these words are quite effective."

The shop owner raised his hand and said, "It's very good. I think the most attention-grabbing position in tonight's auction will be yours."

He took a deep look at Mo Zhiran.

The old beggar behind him was very excited when he heard these words. Although he didn't know the identity of the shop owner, he could tell from his temperament that this man must have an extraordinary status, and he was probably the owner of this place.

Combined with the comments just now, it means that he really helped his benefactor.He was completely satisfied.

"The auction will start soon, why don't we go to the venue together." The shop owner invited.

He ordered the doorman to put away the dried calligraphy and paintings on the floor and handed them all to Pinxuanlou to manage the bidding process.

He also ordered the doorman to place the old beggar in the front hall for dinner.

The two of them walked towards the auction site together.