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93, scallion oil noodles

The fellow villagers burst into tears when they saw the fellow villagers.

More than ten years later, some students from Qin Province wanted to go south to apply for Huangpu, but the application time had passed, so they had to go to fellow villager Liu Xueyu. Upon hearing this, Liu Xueyu immediately sent a letter to Huangpu asking Huangpu to take the exam again...

This shows the preciousness of nostalgia.

Not to mention that Bai Gui and he are both close friends and graduates of normal school, so they are determined elders and seniors!

Bai Gui also took a few glances at Liu Xueyu's appearance. He looked exactly like the shirtless man holding a machete on the title page of "Half Crying and Half Smiling Lou Poems", only a little older.

Next, Liu Xueyu and Bai Gui chatted about their hometowns, asking about Mr. Zhu's current situation, the current situation of many teachers in the Normal School, and some food in Qin Province, etc. They talked about everything from all over the world.

While chatting, Bai Gui also pointed out his fame.

Seeing this, Liu Xueyu paid more attention to Bai Gui. He was the first among junior students in the annual examination. Now that Bai Gui has won the first place in the college examination, it can be seen that he is no worse than him.

"Sir, I will stay in Japan in a few days, but after staying in Japan, I don't know what to do. Please take care of me, sir."

Bai Gui had nothing to be embarrassed about and said sincerely.

People are humble when they leave their hometown, especially when they go to Japan. When they arrive in Japan, they have no relatives at all and no connections. It is even more difficult to build a dojo in a snail shell.

But with the help of Liu Xueyu, it was different.

Liu Xueyu was hunted down by the Qing court a few years ago and fled to Japan. It can be said that the territory of Japan is very familiar.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. If you have to start from scratch, that's a disease!

"I founded Minlibao in Japan half a year ago. Now it's difficult to get started. There is still a shortage of an editor. If a talented person like Meihe comes over, it can be regarded as a help..."

Liu Xueyu twisted his beard and smiled, and agreed to the matter without any rejection. He was a close elder of Bai Gui, and it was his duty to support and help the younger generations from the same village. Besides, those who could pass the Three Yuan exams for primary and secondary schools must be good at literature.

Not to mention policy scholars, their understanding of current affairs is unmatched by ordinary people.

"Thank you sir for your support."

Bai Gui cupped his hands and thanked him.

These days, if you want to make friends with famous people from all walks of life, the easiest way is not to engage in business, but to run a newspaper! And "Minli Daily" has Liu Xueyu to help, and there are also big bosses behind it. It can be said that in his initial stage, he was far away

Far beyond his peers.

"This is a trivial matter, so don't worry about it."

Liu Xueyu didn't take it seriously and waved his hand.

"By the way, sir, this is the letter General Zhang asked me to bring you."

When the conversation was almost over, and guessing that the time was up, Bai Gui handed Liu Xueyu the letter that General Zhang asked him to bring. As for the content of the letter, he could guess to some extent, but he did not intend to get involved too much.

So delaying time deliberately has some meaning in it.

"Is it a letter from Brother Xiangchu?"

Hearing this, Liu Xueyu frowned slightly and did not open his eyes immediately. Although Bai Gui was his junior, it was better to avoid certain things, not only for the sake of secrecy, but also for Bai Gui's good.

"The letter has been handed into the hands of sir, so I will take my leave."

Bai Gui stood up, cupped his hands and said.

"Wait a moment!"

Liu Xueyu stopped Bai Gui and asked Bai Gui to follow him to the study, "You are going to Japan. If you are not familiar with the place, I will prepare some letters for you. If you have any difficulties, you can go to them with the letters."

, I believe they will help you do it.”

With General Zhang's letter, Liu Xueyu regarded Bai Gui as his close nephew.

He spread out the red-checked letter paper and started writing.

Bai Gui also took the opportunity to take a look at Liu's study and found that there were quite a few Liu Xueyu's calligraphy works posted, including some masterpieces from later generations. He thought a lot about it and wanted to ask for more copies when he left later.

Reselling antiques requires acquisition, which has potential risks. The people behind the antique shops are either foreigners or officials. None of them are simple...

What is truly convenient and valuable are the works of such great calligraphers!

Soon after, the letter was finished.

The letters written by calligraphers like Liu Xueyu are not easy to forge. People who know calligraphy and those close to them can tell whether the letters are genuine or fake at a glance.

"Thank you sir, I wonder if you can give me some calligraphy. Compared with sir, Meihe realized that her calligraphy is so poor..."

Bai Gui rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

"Your calligraphy is not good?"

Liu Xueyu glanced at Bai Gui strangely. In the normal school, near the Forest of Steles, it can be said that almost all the calligraphy works of everyone in the past are there. How is it possible that people in Qin Province who can pass the Sanyuan exam have poor calligraphy.

"You write it down and I'll take a look and give you some pointers."

He thought for a while and prepared to give some instruction on calligraphy.

Bai Gui walked to the desk and picked up the brush. He was not writing in regular script. If he could get Liu Xueyu's guidance, he must be writing in cursive script. Liu Xueyu was a modern cursive sage.

It is written in the "Thousand-Character Essay in Cursive Script" which is treasured in the Confucian Temple in the provincial capital. It was written by the monk Huaisu.

Huaisu is a master of cursive calligraphy.

In "Xuanhe Script", it is said: "Huaisu's cursive script, the words are flying and the circles are wonderful, just like a god."

"Rigid! No charm!"

Liu Xueyu saw at a glance the shortcomings of Bai Gui's cursive script, which was that it focused too much on imitating Monk Huaisu's cursive script and lacked its own charm.

This guidance lasted for more than an hour.

After leaving, Bai Gui held several calligraphy scrolls in his arms, all of which were gifts from Liu Xueyu, asking him to look at his calligraphy and practice it.

The coachman was still waiting at the door, and someone handed him a ladle of water to quench his thirst.

"Xianggong Bai."

Seeing Bai Gui coming out, the coachman immediately nodded and bowed, inviting Bai Gui into the carriage.

Bai Gui didn't correct the coachman on whether he should be neither humble nor arrogant. He was fine here. Once he met some shallow-hearted people who were neither humble nor arrogant, it would offend them. At most, he would give a few more coins to pull the cart. Humble rules are the norm.

"You've been waiting for a long time, and I'm also hungry. I'll treat you to some noodles with scallion oil."

he said in the car.

The Liu family originally wanted to keep him for dinner, but Bai Gui declined.

After the rickshaw puller heard this, he pulled the cart a little faster. These days, the family has no money and is tired of eating hairy crabs. It would be great to have a bowl of noodles mixed with scallion oil.

A quarter of an hour later, I ordered two scallion noodles from a restaurant near the clubhouse, both with grilled lion heads in sauce.

The lion's head is as big as a baby's fist and looks very fragrant.

After eating three bowls of scallion oil noodles in a row, Bai Gui stopped being hungry. He was from Qin Province and had a big belly, while people from the south had small bowls of noodles, so the bowls were full and not much.

"If you pack four bowls of rice, it's on me."

he shouted.

"Okay! Let's pack up four more dinners!"

These four bowls of rice were brought to the rickshaw driver's family. During the chat with the rickshaw driver just now, I learned that he has a mother-in-law and three children, a girl and two boys.

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