Yang Huaan then talked eloquently: "This Hu brush can be divided into four categories: sheep hair, wolf hair, jian hair, and purple hair."

"According to the size and specification, it can be divided into four categories: large regular script, inch regular script, medium regular script and small regular script."

"Your uncle and I are quite accomplished in calligraphy and have always preferred small regular script."

"In this case, nephew of the Luo family, you can just buy a piece of purple hair."

Yang Huaan's words made the other three people in the room confused.

Luo Fengtang is as big as an ox.

"Uncle Yang, where can I buy this purple hair?" he asked.

Yang Hua'an said: "You can find it at Moxiangxuan in town."

Luo Fengtang nodded.

Yang Hua'an picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip, and then said: "I will use purple hair for the pen for now. Let's talk about other objects later."

"The ink must be Hui ink, the paper must be rice paper, and as for the inkstone, the Duan inkstone is naturally the best."

"Brother, please wait~"

Yang Huazhong, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but speak.

Yang Huaan was a little unhappy when he was interrupted.

But I still asked Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, what do you want to ask?"

Yang Huazhong glanced at Luo Fengtang beside him, and then asked Yang Huaan: "Brother, we are all confused by what you said."

"I'm worried that the shopkeeper is bullying Tang Yazi because he is an amateur. How about we do what we did last time and borrow it from Yongxian?"

When Yang Hua'an heard what Yang Huazhong said, his face immediately fell.

"Since you came to ask me to write a contract sincerely, you should show your sincerity."

"I'm just asking you to buy some pen and ink, so I'm going to push back and forth?"

"How do I write this contract?" Yang Huaan stared.

An angry red color appeared on his white, fat, bun-like face.

Seeing this, Luo Fengtang quickly came out to smooth things over.

"Third uncle, don't worry about me, aren't you just buying pens and paper? I can buy it," Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Huazhong looked embarrassed, but he couldn't speak anymore.

At the opposite table, Yang Huaan cast an appreciative look at Luo Fengtang.

"Nephew of the Luo family, if you can purchase these four treasures of the study, I will definitely write a heirloom contract for your family that will last forever..."

"Pfft~"

Yang Huaan's words were interrupted by Yang Ruoqing's laughter.

He glared at Yang Ruoqing a little angrily, extremely displeased.

"Fat Ya, why are you laughing?"

Yang Huaan asked in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing stopped laughing and said to Yang Hua'an: "Uncle, can you please stop teasing me?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Hua'an asked.

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips: "Isn't it just a contract written in black and white? It's not the emperor's imperial edict, but it will be passed down through the ages!"

Yang Huaan was so angry that he slammed the tea bowl in front of him on the table.

"Writing a contract is a big deal, and it needs to be reported to the government."

He said seriously.

"If the contract is not written in a standardized manner, the paper is torn, the handwriting is illegible, and the writing is blurred, it will be difficult to identify and preserve it!"

"Brush, ink, paper and inkstone, everything must be done carelessly!"

"You little girl, don't you know these things? Just stop talking nonsense!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing sneered.

Just as he was about to speak, Luo Fengtang came over to dissuade him.

Yang Ruoqing pulled him aside and took a step forward.

"Uncle, there are no outsiders here, so don't show off what you have."

"If you break the sky, don't you just write a contract!"

"Huanhu pen, Huimo rice paper, and inkstone, and I went to Moxiangxuan to buy it."

"Tangyazi's family only spent four taels of silver to buy the land. It would be better for you, just buying these things would cost you five or six taels!"

"Either this is showing off knowledge, or it's just plain deception!" she said.

"How can this not make sense? How can it not make sense!"

Yang Huaan was so angry that he started to fight.

The tea bowls on the table jumped up and fell back down again.

The tea inside spilled out and stained his 70% new cotton-padded coat made of blue fabric.

This time, he was even more annoyed.

"If that's the case, then I won't write this contract, and you can ask someone else to do it!"

Yang Huaan waved his hand and made a gesture to drive people away.

Seeing this, Yang Huazhong hurriedly came out to persuade him to make peace.

"Brother, Qing'er doesn't mean that. I also feel that there is no need to worry about that, just borrow pen and paper from Yongxian..."

"Tangyazi's family finally bought some land. Can we help him save a penny, just a penny?"

"I won't write this contract anymore. You can leave!"

Yang Huaan still stood at the table with his hands behind his back, his back facing the three people.

Seeing this momentum, Luo Fengtang didn't know what to say.

Especially because of the conflict between his third uncle and the Yang family's uncle, he felt particularly uneasy.

At this dilemma, Yang Ruoqing smiled and spoke again.

"Without a butcher Zhang, how can we still eat pigs with hair on them? I'll be damned if I don't write it down!"

Yang Ruoqing turned around and greeted Luo Fengtang: "Tangyazi, don't worry. With the thirty-six words of Feng Hong and a meal of food and wine, I'm sure you can find someone to help you write it."

"Eight villages within ten miles lack everything except those century-old children!"

After saying these words, Yang Ruoqing pushed Yang Huazhong's wheelchair and walked towards the door of the house.

Behind him, Yang Huaan was so angry that he almost went crazy.

Especially the last sentence 'A century-old boy'.

That really hit his g-spot!

As soon as Yang Huazhong and the others left the house, Yang Huaan rushed over and slammed the door from the inside.

Outside the door, Yang Huazhong sighed.

The man looked at Luo Fengtang with an apologetic look: "Tangyaozi, I'm sorry, my third uncle messed up..."

Luo Fengtang shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, no, third uncle, don't say that. It's because I don't have the luck to ask Uncle Yang..."

"Tch~" Yang Ruoqing snorted.

"Tangyaozi, don't try to put money on his face anymore!"

Yang Ruoqing continued: "If he wants to take Qiao, let him take it. I'll make sure to give you a whole contract later."

"Qing'er, what are you doing?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Huazhong also looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise.

Of course Yang Ruoqing would not say that she had read it once and could write it by herself.

In their eyes, she was illiterate.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at her cousin's room: "Isn't there a ready-made one?"

It turns out that the last time my family asked Yang Huaan to write a contract was Yang Huazhong's suggestion to respect the old Yangtou.

That's why I gave Yang Huaan this face.

It’s not like he really has to be the one!

This earth will still turn even if no one is missing.

Upon hearing Yang Ruoqing's suggestion, Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang's eyes lit up.

Yes, why did you forget Yang Yongxian?

"Are you going to invite me now?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to nod, but then she thought of the last time she called him to eat.

Yang Yongxian is hiding in the house lol.

At this moment, the three people passed by in a mighty manner.

How bad would it be if Yang Yongxian was 'relieving stress' for himself again?

"There's no rush at this moment, Tang Yazi. Let's push my father back to the house first. I'll talk to my cousin about this in private later."

"That's fine."

Luo Fengtang knew that Yang Huazhong's leg was recovering and it was not advisable to be out for too long.
Chapter completed!