When Song Ergou saw this, a strange smile flashed in his eyes, and he said: "I will give you a feast later! Dare to cause trouble for Fang Zheng? Hum hum..."
An hour later, Ouyang Huazai's family, Jiang Songyun and other people from the Heishan City Calligraphy Association finally climbed up Yizhi Mountain. Although it had snowed before, someone drove by in front of them, so it was much easier.
Even so, these pampered people were exhausted and were even out of breath when they came to the temple.
Jiang Songyun smiled bitterly and said: "Finally I saw the temple. Come in and have a rest. I'm exhausted."
When I looked up, I saw a large group of people sitting at the door, and some people had lit a fire and were warming themselves there.
"Dad, why are there so many beggars? Why are these beggars guarding the door of the temple if they are not looking for a place to keep warm at the foot of the mountain?" Ouyang Fenghua's voice was not loud, but it was not quiet either. Big Pie Face and others heard it, and all of them suddenly became old faces.
He turned red and was embarrassed to speak.
The fat man laughed loudly and said: "Little girl, these are not beggars, these are great calligraphers from Songwu County! When you come to the mountain, you will be inspired and take off your pants to write. It is so refreshing."
Ouyang Fenghua looked at these people suspiciously, then looked at Ouyang Huazai, who was well-dressed and arrogant, shaking his head and saying, "Isn't this too far off?"
But she didn't know that when they first came here, which one of them was not well-dressed? In terms of demeanor, a few of them were not necessarily worse than Ouyang Huazai. After all, people who practice calligraphy will naturally develop their temperament under the influence of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Success. However, no matter who it was, he was chased by a wolf, and in such a state of embarrassment, his temperament was gone.
A man relies on his clothes, and a horse relies on his saddle. Without good clothes, he is in a mess, and his energy and spirit are taken away. He feels ashamed of himself, and he becomes like a beggar.
However, there are also people who are not taken care of by the lone wolf, such as Mr. Sun Changying. He has always abided by the rules of the temple. Fang Zheng asked everyone to be quiet, so he took a few disciples and stopped talking loudly. Even after Fang Zheng left, he took his disciples in advance
After leaving the temple, I avoided the danger of being chased by wolves.
Ouyang Fenghua recognized Sun Xianying at a glance, stepped forward and said: "Mr. Sun, what... is going on? Why does this look like a fight just now?"
"Hey, it's a long story." Sun Changying smiled bitterly. He was really embarrassed to say this, it was so embarrassing!
The big-faced man also changed the topic and said: "Brother Ouyang, you are here. Hurry up and teach that little monk a lesson. This monk is simply... such a thing! When we visited the temple, he even let dogs bite people. This
That’s it, we agreed to compete, but he actually didn’t let us enter the temple to compete, and the competition took place outside the temple! Do you think it’s irritating or not?”
"Ren Qiao'an, are you telling the truth? This monk is not treating you politely and actually lets his dog bite people? Mr. Sun, are you serious about this?" Ouyang Fenghua asked continuously, his eyes burning with anger! He was tricked by the villagers at the foot of the mountain.
These friends went up the mountain, but were tricked by the monk! They just felt so angry and furious!
When Ouyang Fenghua heard this, she covered her mouth with a look of shock on her face, and then became a little funny. Although she didn't think that the little monk could beat her father, she began to be curious about this strange monk.
Cui Jin was also puzzled. This monk was too unqualified!
"What are you serious about? Why don't you talk about what you did? You go to other people's temples to yell and recite some nonsense poems. It's easy for people to let their dogs loose. If you ask me, it would be more serious to just give you a slap in the face.
!" The fat man shouted.
Ouyang Huazai turned around and happened to see Wu Changxi sitting next to the fat man.
Ouyang Huazai ignored the fat man. He didn't want to pay attention to this person who was a bit of a ruffian, so as not to cause trouble. Ouyang Huazai said: "Wu Changxi, you invited the competition, what? Are you afraid and don't dare to compete?"
Are you trying to make me quit by making so many mistakes?"
Wu Changxi had long heard about Ouyang Huazai's experience, and spread his hands and said: "Ouyang Huazai, don't slander anyone. I arranged the competition, and the master didn't know about it. It's good that they didn't refuse. As for the things you met,
Well, it can only be said that character determines destiny."
"If I don't tell you these useless things, should we compare or not?" Ouyang Huazai really didn't want to continue arguing with Wu Changxi. The cold wind on the mountain was so cold that many members of the calligraphy association would have had their pants bitten. If it weren't for
They were already freezing due to the fire. They were shivering in the cold wind, as if they were begging for food, which was embarrassing.
Wu Changxi said: "Master agreed to compete, but it cannot be in the temple. I will go to the master to borrow two tables. Let's compete outside."
"How can this be done? It's such a cold weather, my hands are almost frozen, and it's hard to hold a pen. How can I write?" Ouyang Fenghua shouted.
Wu Changxi said: "Then let's warm ourselves up by the fire."
After saying that, Wu Changxi pushed open the temple door and went to find Fang Zheng.
"Chair? Table?" Fang Zheng looked at Wu Changxi in shock.
Wu Changxi said: "Yes, the calligraphy competition is a must."
"No..." Fangzheng shook his head like a rattle. It was a joke. He often used stones as benches. Where could he find chairs and tables for others to use?
Wu Changxi didn't believe it, so Fang Zheng asked him to find it himself. Wu Changxi walked around the temple, and it seemed that except for the altar table in the Buddhist hall, there really wasn't a decent table, and he was immediately distressed.
"Master, isn't there any other way?" Wu Changxi asked.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "No, you have also seen that my temple is very poor. Not to mention tables and chairs, even pens, inks, paper and inkstones are gone."
Wu Changxi said: "I have prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones for Master, but there is no table, which is troublesome."
While he was talking, there was a burst of noise outside.
Fang Zheng and Wu Changxi went out to take a look. They saw village chief Wang Yougui, secretary Tan Juguo, and accountant Yang Ping coming, along with a group of villagers watching the fun. Among the villagers, Song Ergou, Yang Hua and others were carrying tables one after another.
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When they met, Wang Yougui first greeted Ouyang Huazai, Jiang Songyun and others. These people were all literati in the city. It was a new thing to come to this remote country. He was thinking, if these literati could help promote the next Zhi Temple and Yi Zhi Village.
, their village might be able to take advantage of it to develop.
Although Ouyang Huazai and Jiang Songyun were arrogant and from the city, they did not act too coldly when facing Wang Yougui and others. They greeted each other in a harmonious manner.
At this time Fangzheng came out, and Wang Yougui shouted: "Fang Xiao... Master Fang, I heard that there is a calligraphy competition on your mountain. I know that there are no tables in your temple, so I specially brought two tables up. See if you can