Chapter 53 Junk Alley Stories No. 7: Yuan Buhu Mu Cursive Script with Crimson Lips Complete Set

The second-hand goods alley is not very wide, and there are many people coming and going, so it is inevitable that there will be a bit of pushing and pushing, especially when young people appear in the alley, this situation will be more frequent. Elderly people are slower to move, and when they come to the second-hand goods alley, they always want to look slowly, pick carefully, and get a few things that suit their hearts, so they also stop and go, and follow behind. Young people, naturally impatient.If you are well-trained, you will lean sideways and forcefully squeeze past. Although the atmosphere is definitely not good because your eyes are wide open, it will not cause any conflicts. If you push the old man in front of you with your hands, something will happen.

The situation at this time was like that, a young man in his mid-twenties, tall and tall, wearing only a singlet and showing his solid muscles before it was too hot, in a dry and skinny young man who couldn't see the right way. He was old, but he could be called an old man without making mistakes. He followed for a long time and wanted to cross over several times, but the old man always blocked the way of the young man intentionally or unintentionally. The young man's patience quickly disappeared. He stretched out his right hand, crossed the old man's left shoulder, swiped hard to the right, and shouted: "Give way!"

This time, the young man didn't use much strength, but the old man couldn't stand it a little bit, staggered, couldn't stand firmly, and fell to the side.Originally, a fall was not a big deal, but when he fell, it happened that he bumped into a stall next to the stall. The owner of the stall was writing with a large bowl of ink. Both the stall owner and the stall owner let out a cry of surprise, the big bowl of ink was overturned, and all the ink was poured onto a very long post on the stall. , more than half of it was dyed black. The stall owner screamed and grabbed the old man. When the old man saw this situation, he knew that the matter was big or small. Who knew what the dirty words were. He turned his head and shouted: Stop him!

When he called, he pointed to the young man.The young man had no intention of leaving, and was watching the series of events that happened under his splash with great interest, as if he was watching some nonsense movie! The stall owner grabbed the old man with one hand, looked at the stained copybook, and let out another cry. The cry was very miserable, and he knew that something very tragic had happened. Naturally, the exclamation and screams caused many people to gather around. The old man pointed at the young man and hurriedly argued: "It's none of my business, he squeezed me, I fell, hit you, and broke the ground." This this

The voice of the stall owner was like a broken gong, exasperated: What, what, what!This is the full set of the Yuan Dynasty's Buhu wooden handwriting and cursive style dot crimson lips!Look, what is it now? The old man was still pointing at the young man, and someone in the crowd yelled: "It was he who pushed the old man away, I saw it!" The young man was a little impatient, crossed his hands and put them on his chest: I called him, so what? The stall owner let go of the old man's hand and came to the young man. It seemed that he wanted to grab the young man too, but not only was he unable to do so, he still didn't dare to do so. He stretched out his hand and dropped it again.

The stall owner said anxiously: Then you should pay me! The young man glanced at the ink-stained copybook with disdain, and cursed: Okay, I apologize, what is this? The owner of the stall repeated it: Yuan Dynasty does not suddenly have a full set of crimson lips in cursive style in wooden handwriting! The young man's eyes widened when he heard this: What is that? The old man had been staring at the copybook for a long time, and there was still a small half of the words that had not been stained by ink. When the young man asked, he replied: Buhumu was a high-ranking official in the Yuan Dynasty. Handed down.The boss said that it was written by Buhumu himself, hehe, it is very precious!

The young people still don't understand, but they know how expensive it is, and they can't help but change their face a little, and their voice is unnatural: Don't rip me off, treat me as Ah Fu! The stall owner shouted: "Someone offered me 10,000 yuan, but I still won't sell it!" The young man suddenly jumped up: ten thousand!It's easier for you to rob a bank!Take me to the police station and sue me for destroying other people's property, 10,000 yuan!I can't afford it, and I can't afford it even if I sell it! There was a buzzing sound from the onlookers, and the owner of the stall also turned red-eyed: You want to play tricks?

Another person couldn't see it, so he pushed the stall owner: Why did someone offer you 10,000, yesterday, you offered 1,000, and they didn't want it! The stall owner was discouraged all of a sudden: Then pay one thousand! The young man shouted: No, I only have dozens of yuan with me! The old man opened his mouth again, and said leisurely: I am also a bit wrong, so, three hundred, I will pay for this kid! The young man actually knew how grateful he was, rubbing his hands together and thanking him repeatedly, the stall owner muttered and accepted the three hundred. The old man carefully picked up the wet copybook and blew his breath, as if hoping that the ink would dry quickly, and he couldn't hide his complacent look. Look at these two sentences: the world's business matters are on the mind, and only wine can forget your worries. Handwriting, it is true!

The stall owner was surprised: Really?How much is that worth? The old man smiled, his smile was a bit cunning, he turned and walked away: How much is it worth?If it is stained with ink, isn't it worth three hundred? (End of the book)