Those gathered at Landlord Chen's house were naturally some quite talented scholars.

The ancients attached great importance to birthdays, and the best gifts from scholars were nothing more than poems, couplets and the like.

Landlord Chen's house naturally has no shortage of common things, compared with gold and silver and other yellow and white things.

A good birthday couplet can better fit the host’s cheerful mood during happy events.

Landlord Chen also attended private school in his early years, and he even entered the official career through the imperial examination.

It's just that the imperial examination is like a carp crossing a dragon's gate, and not everyone can do it.

So in the end, Landlord Chen had no choice but to give up and return home to inherit the rich family fortune.

But scholars are still scholars after all, and their love for articles and romantic temperament will not change.

My mother is celebrating her birthday now, if I can exchange this "lucky gift" for a good couplet.

That's a nice talk.

When Huang Tinghui first saw everyone scratching their heads and scratching their heads, thinking about how to write a good couplet.

He had no intention of joining in the fun.

But when he saw the "lucky head" who wrote the pair, Huang Tinghui changed his mind.

If it were something else, Huang Tinghui might not join in the fun.

To be honest, Huang Tinghui doesn't like things that are too pushy.

It was just the "jade hairpin" held by the maid in front of the door that caught Huang Tinghui's attention at a glance.

The "hosta" doesn't look expensive, but its style perfectly matches the little girl's hair.

Huang Tinghui could even imagine what this jade hairpin would look like on the little girl's head.

At this time, many students have already made pairs.

The scholar who immediately felt confident held the pair forward and said, "Steward, what do you think of my pair?"

"I've been studying in a private school for several years. If nothing else, it's no problem for me to be a match!"

"My master all praised my handwriting for being very good!"

After speaking, the confident scholar presented the pair of pairs written in his own handwriting to the steward.

The manager smiled cheerfully and seemed to be enthusiastic about everyone.

"Young master's calligraphy is really good, much better than the old man's."

"Today is the birthday of my mistress, and I would like to express my gratitude to the young master for this couplet."

"Come here, give this young master a tael of silver as a happy gift."

Despite the fact that he was really good at everything, he gave the scholar a lot of money and praised the scholar's calligraphy.

But he did not give the "lucky prize" to the scholar, which already hinted that his couplet was not yet ready.

There was no fool here who wanted to ask the question. The confident scholar just now also laughed twice, received the wedding money and stepped aside.

"Hey, one tael of silver can be exchanged for a couple, it's really not bad!"

Some other scholars looked at the broken silver in the hands of the confident scholar, smiled and congratulated the confident scholar.

"Hey, Mr. Chen's family's requirements are a bit too high. The pair I just wrote didn't win the prize."

"It seems that it will be difficult to give away this lucky prize today."

The confident scholar is full of confidence in his pair. Of course he will not admit that his pair is too bad and has not been favored by the manager of Chen's house.

"Hey, Shusheng Li, don't be discouraged, look at what other people have written."

"Look, this person's handwriting is so bad that he dares to show off. Is he really confident?"

"I think he saw Li Shusheng got a few pieces of silver and wanted to ask for some money."

"I think so!"

After the scholar wrote a line of words crookedly on the red paper, he probably knew that his handwriting was too ugly.

So I hid my face and left.

It was the manager of Chen's house who summoned the scholar and asked the boy who was following him to give the scholar a hundred copper coins.

The scholar hid his face, and after a moment of confusion, he accepted the hundred copper coins handed over by the steward.

Then turned and left.

He also knew that he had no shame in staying here any longer.

Seeing that as long as they wrote a couplets, they would get lucky money, the down-and-out scholars were a little eager to make a move.

But considering their status as scholars, there are still many people who can't let go of their figures.

After all, I am a scholar, how can I do such a thing?

Many people struggle with the temptation of money and the constraints of their own identity.

At this time, Huang Tinghui separated from everyone and walked towards the steward.

"Steward, do you have a pen and paper?"

"I haven't written a pair for a long time, but I want to give it a try."

Hearing what Huang Tinghui said, everyone looked over.

If Huang Tinghui had pretended to be a scholar, there might have been less gossip among the people.

But when Huang Tinghui was dressed in coarse cloth, he looked like a farm boy who couldn't read a lot of Chinese characters.

The dissatisfaction of these scholars immediately started to grow.

I was constrained by my status as a "scholar" and did not receive the lucky money I was sure to get.

But it’s not a farmer’s turn to get it.

Chen Yuanwai's mother's birthday is coming soon, so his steward will naturally not cause anything unhappy on the big day.

So even if you are a farmer, you will still give some happy money.

However, these "students" had a strong sense of involvement. After all, they did not take the money to save face, so they could not let such a weak-legged person take advantage of the loophole.

"What kind of couplets can a farmer write? Do you know what the characters are after the pole falls down?"

"You're really greedy. Do you think this money is too easy to get?"

"Farmer man, I think you just want to get the wedding money. Why are you pretending to know how to write a pair?"

"Leave early, don't be embarrassed standing here."

Scholars have always been very vicious, especially towards those who have harmed their interests.

At the moment, Huang Tinghui is obviously the one who has touched their interests.

Huang Tinghui was not annoyed when he heard this. It was pointless and a waste of time to argue with these people.

He never fights with fools.

If you argue too much, you will end up in the same state as a fool.

"It should be noted that the young man Ling Yunzhi once claimed to be the best in the world!"

"They say people should not be judged by their appearance. I just want to try to see if I can get the jade hairpin and put it on my wife when I go back."

After the words fell, the steward looked at Huang Tinghui with a different look.

"It should be noted that the young man Ling Yunzhi once claimed to be the best in the world!"

This is not something that an ordinary farmer can say.

Could it be that this young man really has some talent?

The manager is somewhat convinced.

If the young man can really make a good couplet, it would be a beautiful thing.

"Prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones for this young master!" the steward said to the servant standing beside him.

"yes!"

The red paper, pen and ink, and inkstone were all ready, and Huang Tinghui placed the brush in the inkstone.

The brush was stained with black ink, and Huang Tinghui moved the brush.

For a moment, everyone present moved with Huang Tinghui's strokes.

"Good words!"

After the first calligraphy was written, the expressions of the scholars who were watching the fun changed, and he couldn't help but praise it.

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Chapter completed!