Chapter 77 Nothing 【Favorite】
Seeing this, Ergou Song had a strange smile in his eyes, and he said, "I'll give you a big meal soon! How dare you trouble Fangzheng? Hmph..."
An hour later, Ouyang Huazai's family, Jiang Songyun and other members of the Heishan City Calligraphy Association finally climbed up Yizhi Mountain. Although it had snowed before, someone drove past in front of them, and it was much easier to walk.
Even so, these pampered people were exhausted, and when they came to the temple, they were even more out of breath.
Jiang Songyun smiled wryly and said: "Finally, I saw the temple, go in and have a rest, I'm exhausted."
As a result, when I looked up, there was a large group of people sitting at the door, and some people lit a fire and warmed up there.
"Dad, why are there so many beggars? Why are these beggars not looking for a place to keep warm at the foot of the mountain, but what are they doing at the gate of the temple?" Ouyang Fenghua's voice was not loud, but it was not too low. Dabinglian and others heard it, and all the old faces suddenly appeared. It's red, I'm embarrassed to speak.
The fat man laughed loudly and said, "Little girl, this is not a beggar, this is a great calligrapher from Songwu County! Come to the mountain to burst out of inspiration, take off your pants and write, that is so sour."
Ouyang Fenghua looked at these people suspiciously, then looked at Ouyang Huazai, who was well-dressed and imposing, shook his head and said, "Isn't this too far away?"
But she didn't know, when these people first came, which one was not well-dressed? A few of them are not necessarily inferior to Ouyang Hua in terms of temperament. After all, those who practice calligraphy will develop their own temperament under the influence of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. It's just that, whoever changed, was chased by the wolf, and under the embarrassment, his temperament and everything were gone.
People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Without good clothes, they are in a mess, and if they are deprived of energy and spirit, they are like beggars when they are ashamed of themselves.
However, there are also people who are not taken care of by the lone wolf, such as the old man Sun Xiying, who has always followed the rules of the monastery. Fangzheng asked everyone to be quiet, so he took a few apprentices and did not speak loudly. Out of the monastery, avoiding the danger of being chased by wolves.
Ouyang Fenghua recognized Sun Zhiying at a glance, stepped forward and said, "Old Sun, what...what's going on? Why does this look like a fight just now?"
"Hey, it's a long story." Sun Zhiying smiled wryly, he was really embarrassed to say this, it's embarrassing!
Dabinglian also changed the topic and said: "Brother Ouyang, you are here. Hurry up and teach that young monk a lesson. This monk is simply... really not a thing! We went to visit the temple, and he let the dog bite people. This That's all, the competition that we agreed to have, he didn't let us enter the temple to compete, and the competition is outside the temple! Do you mean to be angry?"
"Ren Qiao'an, is what you said true? This monk didn't treat you politely, and even let dogs bite people? Old Sun, are you serious?" Ouyang Fenghua asked continuously, his eyes burning with anger! He was at the foot of the mountain and was tricked by the villagers. These friends went up the mountain, but they were tricked by the monk! I just feel so angry and furious!
When Ouyang Fenghua heard the words, he covered his mouth with a look of shock, and then he was a little funny. Although she didn't think that little monk could beat her father, she began to be curious about this strange monk.
Cui Jin was also puzzled, this monk is too unqualified!
"Take it seriously! I won't talk about what I did? Running into other people's temples, yelling, reciting some nonsense poems, it's easy for them to let the dog go. If you want me to say, it's true if you just slap each of you. !” cried the fat man.
Ouyang Huazai turned around and saw Wu Changxi sitting next to the fat man.
Ouyang Huazai didn't pay attention to the fat man, he didn't want to talk to this ruffian, so as not to cause trouble. Ouyang Huazai said: "Wu Changxi, you invited the competition, why? I'm afraid, I dare not compete? You made so many moths, do you want me to retreat in spite of the difficulties?"
Wu Changxi had heard about Ouyang Huazai's experience a long time ago, so he spread his hands and said, "Ouyang Huazai, don't spit on others. The competition was arranged by me, and the master didn't know about it. It's good if he didn't refuse. As for those you met It’s just a matter, I can only say that character determines destiny.”
"I won't tell you these are useless, is it better to compare or not?" Ouyang Huazai really didn't want to continue talking with Wu Changxi, the wind was cold on the mountain, and many members of the Calligraphy Association had their pants bitten, if not Roasting the fire, it was already frozen. They all shivered in the cold wind, really like beggars, shameful.
Wu Changxi said: "Master agrees to the competition, but it can't be in the monastery. I'll go to the master to borrow two tables. The competition should be outside."
"How can this be done? It's so cold, my hands are almost numb, and it's hard to hold a pen. How can I write?" Ouyang Fenghua shouted.
Wu Changxi said: "Then let's warm up."
After finishing speaking, Wu Changxi pushed open the gate of the temple and went to find Fangzheng.
"Chair? Table?" Fangzheng looked at Wu Changxi in astonishment.
Wu Changxi said: "That's right, the calligraphy competition, this is a must."
"No..." Fangzheng shook his head like a rattle, joking, he himself often uses stones as benches, where can he find chairs and tables for others to use.
Wu Changxi didn't believe it, Fangzheng asked him to look for it himself, Wu Changxi walked around the temple, it seemed that apart from the altar table in the Buddhist hall, there really wasn't a decent table, and he was forced hard.
"Master, is there no other way?" Wu Changxi asked.
Fangzheng shook his head and said, "No, as you have seen, my temple is very poor, not to mention tables and chairs, even pens, inks, papers and inkstones are gone."
Wu Changxi said: "I have prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the master, but there is no table, so it will be troublesome."
While talking, there was a commotion outside.
Fangzheng and Wu Changxi went out to have a look, and saw the village chief Wang Yougui, secretary Tan Juguo, accountant Yang Ping, and a group of villagers watching. Among the villagers, Song Ergou, Yang Hua and others were bringing up tables one by one.
As soon as they met, Wang Yougui greeted Ouyang Huazai, Jiang Songyun and others first. These people were all literati in the city, and it was a new thing to be able to come to this remote area. Thinking about it, if these literati can help promote Xiazhimiao and Yizhi Village, their village might be able to take advantage of it to develop and develop.
Although Ouyang Huazai and Jiang Songyun were arrogant and were from the city, they didn't act too coldly when facing Wang Yougui and the others, and they were harmonious when they greeted each other.
At this time, Fangzheng came out, and Wang Yougui called out, "Xiao Fang...Chairman Fang, I heard that you are going to hold a calligraphy competition on this mountain. I know that there are no tables in your temple, so I specially brought up two tables. See if you can do it." use it?"