In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days passed, and the heat brought by the lotus pods was gradually coming to an end.

Boss Li is a cheerful person and will pay for the lotus seeds he harvests every day. Li He will naturally not owe to his wages if he has money. The idle people in the nearby village gradually felt relieved and regretted not coming to collect lotus seeds early.

As the lotus pods were about to be harvested, more than 200 people had participated.

Li He and others were busy at the foot of the mountain, supervising the collection of lotus seeds and responsible for giving money. Zhang Daoran was reading Taoist scriptures in Taoist temples. Just as lunch was about to be made, Jingchen hurried up the mountain.

"Master, I've caused you trouble..."

After going up the mountain, Jingchen's first sentence was this.

Zhang Daoran put down the Taoist scriptures and looked at Jingchen. Jingchen's face was a little angry and a little panic.

"Master, the RB people are about to go up the mountain..." Jingchen's eyes almost burst out with fire: "This group of shameless RB people are not as good as others and will never admit it."

In Jingchen's story, Zhang Daoran gradually understood. After Jingchen helped the Fang family write an invitation, he sent it to the well-known people in the provincial capital. Jingchen naturally became famous and faintly overwhelmed the entire provincial calligraphy association, becoming the number one person in Qi Province, challenging the trend of the masters of calligraphy in the country.

Jingchen's calligraphy achievements were recognized by Sun Guan, and gradually no longer blocked the marriage between Jingchen and Sun Yuting. Jingchen, who was full of energy, never expected that the Fang family had business dealings with the RB people and invited RB entrepreneurs to attend the engagement banquet. After the engagement banquet, those RB entrepreneurs came to compete in calligraphy.

Calligraphy is the cultural essence that China has inherited for thousands of years. Jingchen's calligraphy will naturally not refuse. However, the cultures of the two countries are different. Chinese calligraphers have always adhered to the quiet spirit of integrating the essence of our ancestors and continuing the past. RB's calligraphy was inherited from China, but they liked innovation and made calligraphy diverse. In the eyes of Chinese people, RB's calligraphy is unremarkable and has no appreciation. RB people highly valued the calligraphy of their own country and often belittled Chinese calligraphers not knowing how to change new things.

Jingchen's calligraphy is first-class in China, but RB people do not admit it. They insist that their country's calligraphy is better.

"This group of shameless RB people boasted that no one in China beats them in calligraphy. I was angry for a moment and leaked the news about the Taoist priest. This group of arrogant RB people are going to challenge the Taoist priest now and should be about to reach the island in the middle of the lake..."

He took out his cell phone and handed it to Zhang Daoran. Jing Chen said: "Although this calligraphy challenge is difficult to attract national attention, provincial TV stations and some RB media have come. And three days ago, RB people began to build momentum for calligraphers in their country..."

Zhang Daoran took the phone, glanced at it, then the corner of his mouth twitched, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Jingchen played an interview with some RB people: "Chinese calligraphy does not know how to change new things, and it is not valued. Our RB country has been learning calligraphy since elementary school, and various calligraphy competitions are emerging one after another. I think we RB is the country that inherits and promotes calligraphy..."

"There are still calligraphers in China?"

"Chinese calligraphy is not worth mentioning. There are many famous calligraphers in our country, who not only inherit the essence of calligraphy from the ancients, but are also good at innovation. The Chinese will definitely lose this calligraphy competition."

"You are for your own interests..." Zhang Daoran's face was calm, and his eyes flashed with a hint of light: "You said your nation has the nature of admitting mistakes. Then you RB people started to invade China in 1895 and started to invade China. The Nanjing Massacre. Why are you not in history books and you have not seen you admitting the mistakes of war? Instead, you have constantly concealed and whitewashed history?"

The RB people came, and the lotus picker at the foot of the mountain also went up the mountain. The Taoist temple was full of people at this time. When they heard Zhang Daoran's words, they applauded: "That's, the RB people are polite on the surface, but in fact they are just a wolf in their bones. The humble appearance cannot cover up your ugly faces."

Beisihu still has a monument to the Anti-Japanese Revolution. This was once the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War, and the residents here had no good impression of the RB people.

"This is a political issue, a political issue. We are here today to compete in calligraphy..." Seeing the Chinese people's anger, Oda Chungang quickly said: "Master Taoist, you are a monk, so you should not involve political issues."
Chapter completed!