Wei Bao heard Zheng Zhongfei's ridicule, and didn't care, but the surrounding onlookers were not happy, ninety-nine percent of the onlookers were mud legs, and they were all people who couldn't even afford to go to school!

Zheng Zhongfei is used to running rampant in Jinshan, that's because there is two money in the family, and the people in the book don't dare to mess with him, but it's nothing when he goes out of Jinshan, who knows him?

The onlookers shouted and scolded!

"What's wrong with mud legs? What are you? ”

"I don't feel ashamed that I can't afford to go to school."

"The young man who dares to go up and write looks much better than you."

"The guy is good-looking and courageous, look at you like a green onion."

The crowd burst into laughter.

This was followed by a bunch of accusatory words, all of which flew towards Zheng Zhong.

"If people dare to go up and write, if you have the ability, go up and write, what kind of fart are you putting down there?" A cropper man with five big and three thick crops approached Zheng Zhongfei and scolded, and the spit sprayed on Zheng Zhongfei's face.

Zheng Zhongfei didn't dare to reply, he didn't even dare to stare at his eyes, turned his face, held his arms with both hands, and walked away two steps.

The law of the Ming Dynasty to manage the common people was extremely strict, and it was one thing to quarrel, if you really started to do it, you could provoke it into the yamen, which was something that no one wanted to encounter, even if it was a middle peasant rich peasant like Zheng Zhongfei's family, he couldn't afford to enter the yamen a few times.

Therefore, there are often scenes similar to football games or basketball games in later generations, where the players on both sides are chest against chest, blushing and neck thick, pulling their voices and roaring, but no one dares to make the first move, and it is not like the scene of waiting for a sword or talking with a fist if you don't agree with a word, as described in some novels or film and television dramas.

No one is writing anymore.

On the one hand, because there are not many people who can write, and this competition has not been in a few minutes since the beginning, and there is no such fast transmission speed that everyone who can write nearby will rush to the game.

Therefore, at this time, Wei Bao was the only one on the field.

Zheng Zhongfei's words just now to expose Wei Bao's old bottom are easy to make the poor people empathize, although no one is optimistic about Wei Bao, but they don't want to see him too ugly, they all think that this young man is hungry and wants to earn the four taels of silver, so he doesn't know how to play a big knife in front of Guan Gong on this occasion.

Wu Shien is also strange, originally thought that Wei Bao had something to do with the Dongjiang Army that controlled this sea route, and was a middle businessman, or a child of an intermediate businessman's family, but now seeing Zheng Zhongfei, he seemed to know Wei Bao's details, but he didn't expect Wei Bao to be a mud leg who couldn't even afford to go to school?

Where did all the goods come from?

A person who has not been to school, will he hold a pen?

Wu Shien stared at Wei Bao's eyes with questions, and like everyone else, he didn't turn around.

Wei Bao didn't take everything around him to heart, and he was calm.

It's not going to fight, as a modern ordinary person, it's definitely not okay to fight, but it's not too nervous to write a few words.

If he was a little nervous, it was because he was afraid that someone would protest later.

Wei Bao just read Zhao Jinfeng's handwriting, and felt that Zhao Jinfeng's handwriting was very good, and there were several other scholars whose handwriting was also very good, and his own handwriting could not be said to surpass them, what would happen if he won the first place?

Wei Bao eliminated distracting thoughts, dipped himself in ink, and wrote on a white piece of paper:

The feather is full of plains, and the pingliu is in the four seas.

When he was young, he passed Guiling, and he was out of Yuguan in his prime.

The heart of the strange disaster is like a fold, and the mane is full of sorrow.

There are hundreds of billions of dollars, and I know how many people have returned.

Wei Bao can not only write, but also won the third prize in the junior high school students' brush writing competition held in the street when he was in junior high school.

This is also the only way he can think of a game to wash the silver, and he can't do anything else, if it is a martial arts match, he and the original Wei Bao have no experience in this area, plus Wei Bao's body at this time, thin arms and legs, where can he rely on arms?

The level of students in the north is generally lower than that in the south, and the officials of the Ming Dynasty have always been mainly near the Yangtze River or south of the Yangtze River.

Therefore, Wei Bao's handwriting, among the dozens of contestants who have already written just now, is at the upper middle level, and it is not that he can't stand it.

If it weren't for Zheng Zhongfei's loud ridicule before, Wei Bao's words would not be surprising, but because of Zheng Zhongfei's 'assistant', the psychological contrast brought to people has increased countless times at once!

Everyone feels that Wei Bao's words are vigorous and powerful, the pen walks the dragon and snake, the power penetrates the back of the paper, the clouds and flowing water, the iron painting silver hook, and the Luan fluttering phoenix!

"This is the man." Wu Shien touched Liao Fuzi's leg under the table and reminded him softly.

"Oh! Good! Good word! "Liao Fuzi was originally invited to 'help', and when he was instructed, he hurriedly put down the teacup, stood up and applauded loudly.

Wu Shien saw that someone came over and wanted to write, so he hurriedly stood up, held the words Wei Bao had just written in both hands, showed them to everyone, and made a final decision, "Everyone, thank you for your support, this little brother's words are so appreciated by the local talented old master Liao, I also like it very much, so the first place in today's competition is for this little brother!" ”

Art is a thing, to the level of the master, you can see the high and low, the middle and low level of art, if it is at the same level, it is really difficult to distinguish, the same level of novels, the same level of calligraphy and painting, the same level of poetry, who has more supporters, the balance in everyone's hearts will naturally turn over.

Ooh!

There was a huge uproar in the crowd, what about four taels of silver, who doesn't envy it?

Everyone's surprise, on the one hand, is it because the game ended so quickly? The second reason is that this young man who was scolded as a mud leg, had no money to study, and was embarrassed by his eyes had the best words?

The scene suddenly became very touching, and many onlookers applauded with tears in their eyes.

It's not that Wei Bao is handsome to the point that everyone loves him, but in everyone's pre-imagined plan, the person who won the first place must be a richly dressed rich student-like character, Wei Bao is dressed in a shabby black coarse cloth shirt, and there are many patches, no matter how you look at it, it is clear that he is a poor child of a farmer's family, so everyone thinks that Wei Bao is the same kind of person as them, and Wei Bao can win the first place, which naturally increases the excitement.

"Thank you, thank you!" Wei Bao didn't expect that he would be so loved by everyone, let alone that no one would protest?

Wen Wu is the first and Wu is the second, Wei Bao's words are not to the point of overwhelming advantage, some people in the game just now are actually unconvinced, but a few good scholars, all of them are rich and noble children of the family, and they will not quarrel over a few taels of silver.

In addition, a group of poor people shouted and applauded, accompanied by applause, as if this teenager won the first place, and they won the first place, and the group effect was overwhelming.

In this case, who would dare to come out and argue? It is possible to be trampled into pulp by the poor men later.

"Big head, big head, do you hear me? Wei Bao won the first place! Wei Bao really won the first place! Although Wei Bao refused to let Fan Xiaolin go with him when he went shopping just now, Fan Xiaolin still cheered when he saw that Wei Bao, who was a neighbor, actually won the first place and had a generous reward of four taels of silver, and he was holding Fan's head and shouting vigorously, and his voice changed.

Fan's head was also clenched tightly into his fists, his face turned red, and for a moment, his mind was blank, and he muttered: "This kid can really hide, I didn't know he could write before!" Secretly practicing with the old boy? ”

Wang Qiuya looked at Wei Bao's gaze with a strange brilliance, this was the first time she took her old neighbor seriously, and suddenly found that Wei Bao had grown up, and he was a very handsome teenager, she used to be the same as Fan Xiaolin, but she just regarded Wei Bao as a little child.

Zhao Jinfeng didn't leave with the maid Xiaocui, Zhao Jinfeng wanted to wait to see Wei Bao's calligraphy, and it was Wei Bao who won the first place, which also made Zhao Jinfeng even more curious about Wei Bao.

Zheng Zhongfei's face was blue, unspeakably embarrassed, self-ashamed, ashamed, and all kinds of complicated emotions, he only felt hot and dry, and he was not embarrassed to leave, because he came with everyone, and if he left like this, it was estimated that people would say bad things about him behind his back, but if he didn't leave, he would ......

Fan Lao Pimple and Wang Zhihui came over at this time, Fan Lao Pimple happened to see the picture of Wei Bao receiving four taels of silver from Wu Shien's hand in public, and patted Fan on the head in surprise, "Da Neng, what's the matter?" How did the man give Wei Bao silver? ”

"Dad, Wei Bao won the first place in the calligraphy competition!" Before Fan's head could speak, Fan Xiaolin hurriedly said, "Reward four taels of silver!" ”

"Huh?" Fan Lao Pimple and Wang Zhihui's mouths opened wide in shock at the same time, and their chapped lips trembled, and they looked at Wei Bao in a daze, speechless.

Between the poor and the poor, they also like to compare, there is no money to compare, usually they have more sons than whom, whose sons have a future, especially in the countryside, before today, Fan Lao Pimple and Wang Zhihui have always occupied the absolute psychological upper hand in the secret comparison with Wei Dakang, mainly because Wei Bao is honest to the point of being a little wooden, and he doesn't seem to know anything, but today, their worldview has collapsed - Wei Bao can write a good hand?

In Daming, what is more glorious than being knowledgeable?

Wu Shien said indifferently to Wei Bao: "Congratulations." "I want to ask where Wei Bao's goods came from, but it's inconvenient to ask in public.

Wei Bao seemed to see Wu Shien's thoughts, he didn't care, as long as he had the goods, do you care if my family is a farmer? He didn't know that Wu Shien regarded him as a middleman of the Dongjiang Army, or a child of the middlemen.

"Thank you." Wei Bao winked at Wu Shien with a smile, in a good mood.

Wei Bao's clever expression made Wu Shien secretly wonder, this young man must not be an ordinary person, how could a farmer's child have so many rare goods? Yes, it must be the Dongjiang Army, or the middleman of some pirate gang at sea, a demonic, thief and thief boy, you don't want to hide from the old man's eyes that read countless people, hehe.

After thinking about it, Wu Shien looked at the pair of black and shiny leather boots on Wei Bao's feet, and smiled firmly.

After everyone saw the excitement, they were already retreating, and Wei Bao's companions hugged over.

When Wei Bao saw Fan's head, he suddenly remembered something, and said to Wu Shien: "Thank you Boss Wu for the silver tattoo, I'll give you a cart of firewood, right?" We originally went into the city to sell firewood today, but now we haven't sold it, so we just give it to the boss! ”

When Fan Lao Pimple heard that a cart of firewood was going to be given away for free, he was immediately unhappy, most of them belonged to their family, and they were not Wei Bao's, but after thinking about it, Wei Bao now had four taels of silver, so he was silent, otherwise, according to his usual temper, he must have slapped Wei Bao's head with a big hand.

Fan's head turned quickly, and he immediately woke up, this is to give it to sell, even if the owner refuses to pay, Wei Bao will not ask for his firewood in vain, and hurriedly agreed: "Yes, send it to the boss." ”

Wu Shien said with a smile: "There is no shortage of firewood in my house, but since the petty official said so, it is okay to send it to my house." "I want to do business with Wei Bao for eight taels of silver, and I am still angry for a few pennies of firewood? It's not worth it.

A cart of firewood, the top of the sky is more than a dozen copper coins, and I will buy a piece of baked cakes, Wu Shien reached into his arms to touch, and touched a small copper coin, a large copper coin is 1,000 Wen, and a small copper coin is 100 Wen, Boss Wu didn't care about it, and handed it to Wei Bao, "This is firewood money." ”

"It's a gift!" Where is Wei Bao willing to ask for this money, resolutely not.

This time, it made Wu Shien believe that Wei Bao was not an ordinary person, if he was really a peasant boy, one hundred copper coins would not be a small amount! It's almost worth a penny.

"We're already friends, if you don't accept it, you'll look down on me Wu someone!" Wu Shien said with a full face, Wei Bao gave him confidence, if Wei Bao is a cringe person, Wei Bao's goods must not be a good way to come, or there is something wrong with the goods themselves. He valued Wei Bao because Wei Bao's goods and Wei Bao were a person, so he naturally didn't care about a hundred copper coins equivalent to one cent of silver, such a small amount.

This boss and Wei Bao are already friends? Wei Bao's people who came with him looked at Wei Bao with a brush, Zheng Zhongfei was more like a ghost, and secretly said that Wei Bao's luck was really good.

"Since Boss Wu said so, then I will be disrespectful." Wei Bao smiled and put Wu Shien's small copper coin, along with four taels of silver, into his arms, "Thank you, Boss Wu!" Big Brain, can you help deliver it? We are here for you. ”

In Wei Bao's calm tone, because of the increase in net worth at this time, Fan Datou was obedient, and promised loudly, secretly saying a hundred copper coins! At least half of the score is given to my family, fifty copper coins, which is worth selling five carts of firewood, where will I not be happy?

If this was placed in the previous Wei Bao, let alone calling Fan Tou, it would be good not to be scolded by Fan Tou.

Everyone watched Wei Bao's chic demeanor with Wu Shien, and they all secretly admired it, a 14-year-old boy with decent manners, still talking to such a big boss!

Fan Laobu, who is over forty years old, and Wang Zhihui, who is nearly forty years old, can't talk like Wei Bao when they ask themselves, and when they see people like Wu Shien, they can't even speak.

Zhao Jinfeng was looking at the ink treasure that Wei Bao had just written, and at the same time secretly paying attention to the conversation between Wei Bao and Wu Shien, she became more and more curious, she could see that Wei Bao was very young, and he should be several years younger than herself.

[Cheeky to ask for a reward, the fan list is cleaner than my face]