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When the two brothers decided to stay a little longer, they gratefully gave Xiaobao some tips to the enthusiastic young man.

When the little boy was very happy, he took a break every day to help them cut paper, grind and do odd jobs.

As a result, the business of this couplet went smoothly, and the more gains were made.

That day, when Xiaobao was hawking at the intersection, he suddenly saw an old man walking towards him from Dabei Street.

Judging from his age, this old man is about sixty years old. He wears a four-sided purple satin outer cap and a purple satin outer cloak. The cloak is edged with gold and embroidered with golden chrysanthemums. He wears protective sleeves and a light silk noodle. His face was like the full moon, his kind eyebrows and kind eyes showed his dignity and elegance.

The old man walked up to Xiaobao, casually took the two Spring Festival couplets, read them carefully from beginning to end, then nodded and smiled, but never said whether to buy or not.

When Great Time saw the old man's stubborn attitude, Xiaobao suddenly became a little impatient, so he said coldly:

"Old man, I'm selling this, not for people to watch. Do you want it or not?"

The old man looked up at Xiaobao, smiled and asked:

"Child, who wrote these Spring Festival couplets?"

"No need to ask, of course he is my young master, can it be anyone else? Look at how the word is written." Xiaobao naturally responded proudly.

The old man stroked his beard again and said with a smile:

"Okay, okay, okay, you have good calligraphy. Where is your young master now? Can you take me to see him?"

When Xiaobao heard that the old man wanted to see Hong Lingquan, he thought to himself:

This old man must have taken a fancy to Brother Quan's good words. It seemed that this person was an expert, so he casually said: "It doesn't hurt to take you there."

The old man said happily: "Okay, let's go now"

"No," Xiaobao blinked and said seriously.

"Why?" The old man was obviously very patient.

"I still have several Spring Festival couplets that I haven't sold yet," Xiaobao pretended to be thoughtful and then said:

"It's not difficult for you to meet my young master. As long as you buy all these Spring Festival couplets, I will take you there right away."

The old man listened and smiled again and said:

"Okay, I want the rest of your couplets, and I also want all the inventory in your inn."

Xiaobao tilted his head again and said happily:

“Do you know how much inventory we have left?”

"I want as much as you have," the old man replied, still smiling.

"Why do you, old man, plan to go to my young master's place to wholesale Spring Festival couplets and resell them?" This time, Xiaobao was a little unbelievable.

After hearing this, the old man shook his head seriously and said:

"Brother, stop chattering and lead the way to meet your young master."

Seeing that the old man was sincere, Xiaobao happily took him back to the inn. When he saw Hong Lingquan, he said:

"Brother, this old man said that he will take all our Spring Festival couplets. He also said that no matter how many you write, he will take them all."

After hearing this, the old man glared at Xiaobao with a smile and thought to himself:

You child, why are you so naughty? When did I say that you should write as much as you want? Isn’t this just to find someone to take advantage of?

Although he thought so, the old man immediately asked: "Are you the young man who wrote the Spring Festival couplets?"

"It's a student. Hong Lingquan is so polite." Before he finished speaking, Hong Lingquan bowed his hand to the old man politely.

The old man raised his eyes and took a closer look, and saw that Hong Lingquan was not only full in the sky and round in the ground, but also had thin eyebrows and bright eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth.

The most important thing is that despite Hong Lingquan's dignified appearance and good demeanor, the old man suddenly discovered that there was a red mass hidden between his eyebrows.

The old man immediately felt as if he had seen a heavenly being:

It's incredible that this young man was born with a strange vision. He will surely rise to great heights in the future and become a great weapon of the country.

So, the old man endured the surprise and responded calmly:

"Master Hong, hurry up and forgive me. May I ask why you are selling your writing here?"

"When I go back to my hometown, I originally went to Beijing to take the exam. Due to an accidental mistake on the way, I fell into the trap of a bad person, causing us to lose our money. We had no choice but to end up like this. It is really an insult to our gentlemen, I am ashamed, I am ashamed."

After hearing this, the old man smiled slightly and said: "How young is Mr. Hong?"

Hong Lingquan said respectfully and truthfully: "The student is nineteen years old this year."

"Young Master is young and promising. Although I am not an expert, I can see that you are ambitious in your words and have a lot of skill. Not only are your writing skills insightful, but your structure is natural, your Tao is powerful, and you are free and unrestrained. Today, I finally let me It’s a feast for the eyes, I really admire, admire.”

Hong Lingquan hurriedly saluted and said humbly:

"Old man, you have given me the award. The students deserve it. Dare you ask me your surname and where you live in the Immortal Mansion?"

The old man also replied humbly: "My surname is Li, my name is Chaoliang, and my home is in this town.

The book explains that this old man is actually the brother of Li Chaozhong, the right prime minister of this dynasty.

He himself once served as an official in the Ministry of Civil Affairs. However, he was disliked by treacherous ministers because he was strong and straightforward, and he was good at admonishing. So he resigned from his post and returned to his hometown.

At this moment, Li Chaoliang saw that Hong Lingquan was not only born with extraordinary abilities, extraordinary talents, and good looks, but also sincere and open-minded. He felt more love and care in his heart, so he decided to help him and win over him. I sincerely invite him to my house as a guest.

Hong Lingquan, a stranger, naturally wanted to give in after hearing this.

However, Xiaobao was already tempted. He was quietly stamping his feet anxiously beside him, thinking to himself:

My brother Quan, I'm afraid you are really poor and you are born to be poor. It seems that this old man is very rich. If you please him, he will definitely give you some silver coins. Then we will have to worry about food and drink along the way. .

So, Xiaobao hurriedly hinted to Hong Lingquan with his eyes.

After noticing Xiaobao's wink, Hong Lingquan still pretended not to know. He also thought to himself:

This unexpected encounter for no apparent reason. If you want to pay a casual visit, you will be treated leniently. How can you repay me? What's more, you are in a poor situation. How can you have the desire to chase the fishy smell?

But the more Hong Lingquan refused to go, the more Li Chaoliang insisted on inviting him: "Master, just give me face and make friends. If you don't go, I will be unhappy."

As he said this, Li Chaoliang bent down and bowed down.

"No, no, absolutely no way, students just have to do what the old man says." Long Baoshan quickly stretched out his hand to help Li Chaoliang. Seeing that he couldn't refuse, he could only follow him to the Li family's residence.

Unexpectedly, the Li family was very grand. It was divided into east and west courtyards, with four halls and a garden at the back. They went up the steps. When they arrived at the door of the house, an old man who looked like a butler came out and saluted Li Chaoliang and the two guests. .

"Hurry, meet Mr. Hong quickly," Li Chaoliang said happily.

The old housekeeper led several servants and respectfully saluted Hong Lingquan.

After returning the favor, Hong Lingquan and Xiaobao followed Li Chaoliang, walked around the screen in the room, and entered the second door. They saw that there was a main room with three rooms in the dark, and two rooms in the east and west.

After the family opened the door curtain and led them into the warm spring-like living room, Hong Lingquan made some humility and sat in the guest seat. Xiaobao stood aside and Li Chaoliang accompanied him.

There was not much time. After the servants and servants presented fragrant tea and some exquisite snacks that Hong Lingquan had never seen before, Li Chaoliang asked again: "May I ask Mr. Hong where his family name is?"

After Hong Lingquan explained the reasons for his wealth one by one, Li Chaoliang said again:

"It seems that the young master and I are really destined. I rarely go out on the street on weekdays. Today I occasionally go out and meet you. It is really a blessing in my life. I am also a scholar. I really cherish Mr. Hong's talents and have the heart to share your feelings. Let’s talk for a few days, I don’t know what will happen next.”

"Thank you for your love, old man. It's just a long way to go. I'm afraid I'll miss the exam, so I don't dare to stay longer. Please forgive me," Hong Lingquan replied, still neither humble nor overbearing.

"Hahaha" Li Chaoliang laughed loudly after hearing this:

"Since the young master is in a hurry, I won't force you. But I have something to ask for, and I hope you won't refuse."

Hong Lingquan immediately stood up and replied:

"Old man, you are too polite. As long as the students can do it, they will do their best."

"Then please wait a moment, young master. I'll be back as soon as I go." After saying that, Li Chaoliang walked out alone.