Lao Bai smiled bitterly." Hehe, I can't keep things to myself." When I went back yesterday, I was thinking about this.”
"Tian 'er, bring me a piece of paper and a pen. I can't read, so I'll read the materials and you write them down.”
"Hey." Chu Tian nodded.
However, after rummaging around the house, he did not find any paper or pen. He could only find a few pieces of rice paper, a brush, and ink left behind by the old man.
After moving another table, Chu Tian spread out the Xuan paper and ground the ink.
Uncle Old White said after seeing that Chu Tian was ready,""Before you came, I measured it. The white porcelain wall tiles that the Taoist temple lacks should be around 11,000 yuan. He had to prepare 1,000 yuan for the red tiles and 37 yuan for the glazed tiles.”
"This white porcelain wall tile should be worth dozens of yuan now, and the glazed tiles should be worth hundreds of yuan. These things will cost hundreds of thousands.”
"In addition, the bluestone slabs on the outer wall are missing more than four hundred pieces.””
"The bluestone slab is too big. Lime alone won't do. We have to add some congee. You had to buy a cart of lime, a ton of rice, and two big pots for cooking porridge.”
......
"Oh my God, isn't this burning money?”
"Why would a Taoist temple buy the rice? Could it be that he ate this thing when he was working?”
"Previous poster, didn't you hear Uncle White say that you need to add some congee to the white lime?”
"Damn it, the congee in my hand instantly lost its fragrance!”
"Isn't it a little too exaggerated to build a wall and add millet porridge? How much would that cost?"
"Take a look at the Ming City wall. It's still fine after six or seven hundred years. Do you think it's not worth spending more money?”
"Didn't you use glutinous rice juice, plant ash, egg white, and so on to build the city wall? How about some congee?"
"I beg you, stop reading those popular science articles on the official account, okay? Anyone with a little common sense would know that at that time, the common people did not even have enough to eat. Where did so many glutinous rice and eggs come from to build the city wall?”
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Chu Tian nodded, dipped his brush in ink, and started writing on the Xuan paper.
"11,000 white porcelain wall tiles, 1,000 red tiles, 37 glazed tiles. We have to chisel the bluestone slabs ourselves. When the time comes, we will pull the stones outside the temple and chisel as many as we need.”
"A cart of white lime, a ton of rice, and two of the largest pots.”
Uncle Old White and the old village chief craned their necks and stared at the paper on the table.
"Brother Tian 'er, your calligraphy is so beautiful. It's even more beautiful than the couplet hanging on my door."”
"Yes, yes." Uncle White nodded in agreement.
The old village chief turned to look at Uncle Old White and said with a look of disdain,""What are you talking about? You are.”
Uncle Old White glared at him and said indignantly,""I'm illiterate, but I can still tell if it's good or not.”
On the other side.
In a high-class residence with antique decorations.
A young man who looked to be less than twenty years old was curled up on the sofa, watching a video with great interest.
A middle-aged man in a suit and white hair came down from upstairs. He said with a livid face,"Waking up early in the morning and holding a cell phone, ignorant!”
The young man raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man, then said in a depressed tone,""No, Dad, I'm watching the live broadcast.”
"What's in the live broadcast? It was all dregs! You're simply rotten wood that can't be carved!”The middle-aged man scolded angrily.
The young man looked at the middle-aged man speechlessly.""Dad, can you not kill me with a stick? Just your calligraphy and painting are considered elegant, and everyone else is vulgar?”
"Look at this streamer's handwriting. It's especially good. He was an orphan who grew up with the old Taoist priest in the Taoist temple. He had never received any training.”
The middle-aged man said expressionlessly,""Hmph, he's just a sensationalist. How can he be qualified to write! It was just a dog's tail continuing a ferret! It's fine if you don't look!"
"You, on the other hand, are ignorant and incompetent. You read these useless things all day long.”
At this moment, a middle-aged woman came down from upstairs.
"What are you doing? I heard you two arguing so early in the morning. Can't you talk properly?”The middle-aged woman asked with a dark face.
The young man immediately perked up and said angrily,"Mom, it's not my fault! It was you who told me to look at how other people write when I have nothing to do. I'm looking at it, and my dad comes up and scolds me!”
This made the middle-aged man so angry that he raised his eyebrows and said angrily,"You still dare to quibble? Let your mother see what you're looking at!”
The middle-aged woman looked at the father and son suspiciously and reached out to take the tablet from the young man.
After a while, the middle-aged woman said in surprise,"This young man's handwriting is not bad. Old Xu, take a look. His handwriting is really good.”
The middle-aged man was a little surprised. He glanced at the young man and took the tablet from the woman's hand doubtfully.
After taking a look, the middle-aged man's eyes instantly lit up.
[PS: 60,000 words in four days!]
Brothers, I've really worked hard.
However, this result was really out of his league.
Fresh flowers, evaluation votes, monthly votes, and comments were all tragic.
Brothers, can you hold on for a while and let me feel the wind?
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