The Local Lazy Man System

"Wang's home is so rich, we don't need to give anything expensive, just write him a couplet."

Ye Yaorong thought for a while and said.

Give valuables, tacky.

It hurts feelings to give money.

So Ye Yaorong thought of sending the couplet he wrote. It can be said that courtesy is light and affection is heavy.

Ye Yaorong believed that the elder Wang would like it.

"It's good to send the couplet, my mother's handwriting is good, so my mother can write the couplet." Liu Xixi said excitedly.

"Let your brother-in-law write it, he's good at it."

Liu Qingqing immediately shook his head and said. Although Liu Qingqing also knew that his mother's writing was very good, but he really couldn't compare with his own man. The gap was too big.

"Oh, I forgot, my brother-in-law is omnipotent."

Liu Xixi reacted immediately and said.

With my own brother-in-law, where do I need my mother to write this couplet?

When Liu Xixi saw the words written by her brother-in-law, that beautiful one was a beautiful enjoyment in the past.

"Hehe, don't just look at it, go get pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Ye Yaorong said to Liu Xixi with a smile.

"Oh, Mengmeng, go get it with me, I can't get so many things by myself."

Liu Xixi said to Wang Meng on one side.

Liu Xixi knew that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone of her brother-in-law were kept in the study, and they were easy to find.

You have to know that your sister cleaned up her brother-in-law's study room. Yesterday, she took her people to organize the study room. Liu Xixi knew how to place things.

Soon, Liu Xixi and the others took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Liu Xixi was responsible for researching ink, and Wang Meng and Liu Qingqing were responsible for placing the red paper on the stone table.

"Brother-in-law, well, you can write."

Liu Xixi felt that Mo Yan was almost done, so he said to Ye Yaorong, who leaned on the chair and closed his eyes.

Ye Yaorong opened his eyes and took a look, and said, "The ink is not black enough, continue."

"Oh Alchemist

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Liu Xixi glanced like an ancient maid and continued to study ink.

About three minutes later, Ye Yaorong opened his eyes and said, "It's almost there."

Ye Yaorong got up from the chair, walked to the stone table, picked up the brush, dipped some ink on the inkstone, and began to write the couplet on the red paper.

"Rilifeng and Jinpuyuan."

"Winter is warm and summer is full of smiles."

Soon Ye Yaorong finished the couplet, and Liu Xixi read it word by word.

"Uncle, your writing is so beautiful."

Wang Meng doesn't understand the art of calligraphy, but he knows that the word Ye Yaorong is really beautiful.

"Of course, if you want to call the word your uncle second, no one dares to call it first."

Ye Yaorong said contentedly.

"Brother-in-law, you brag again."

Liu Xixi teased her brother-in-law.

"Glory is right. He writes the word really well, better than many calligraphy masters. Indeed, if he is called second, no one really dares to call first."

Ouyang Lizhu looked at Ye Yaorong's words and regained consciousness.

I really didn't expect that my son-in-law, who is five big and three thick, could actually write such a good handwriting.

"Mom, you praised me, I'm bragging."

Hearing what his mother-in-law said, Ye Yaorong suddenly felt embarrassed.

"No, your writing is so good, it's definitely not worse than those calligraphy everyone." Ouyang Lizhu said positively.

Ouyang Lizhu has seen many works by calligraphy masters, none of them are better than those written by her son-in-law.

Now Ouyang Lizhu finds that she can't see through her son-in-law. It is omnipotent and too mysterious.

"Well, when the couplet is done, we will leave the Wang's home for a big meal." Ye Yaorong said.

"Okay, have a big meal."

Jiang Mengmeng, the girl, immediately shouted happily when she heard there was a big meal.

These children are very excited about the banquet, but they can't eat much. They always sit at the table for a while, eat something they like, and then stand up and leave.

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"Elder Wang, congratulations on your housewarming. There is nothing to give, so I will give you a couplet."

When Ye Yaorong came to Wang Lao’s house, there were already many people in Wang Lao’s house, most of them were elderly people in the village. From now on, everyone was living in the same village. Wang Lao invited them to have a banquet and also served Close to everyone's relationship.

"The couplet, Lao Wang, you have got the treasure. Ye Yaorong's couplet is not something anyone can get."

The old village chief Ye Xianghai immediately said with some envy when he heard that Ye Yaorong sent the couplet.

The couplets written by Ye Yaorong are very precious. Ye Xianghai used to ask for a pair of Ye Yaorong. When they got it in the county town, the master of the store sold out 50,000 yuan to buy the pair.

Ye Xianghai held back and did not sell, but he shouted one hundred thousand, and if he was dissatisfied, he could add Xia Aotianya.

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In this way, Ye Xianghai is not stupid, of course he knows that the word Ye Honor is very valuable.

Later, no matter how much the shop master paid, he didn't sell it, but now he hid the couplet written by Ye Yaorong and prepared to be heirloom.

"Oh, then I want to see how good this pair of Glory writes."

Wang Bing said in surprise. Wang Bingzhen knew that Ye Yaorong’s medical skills were so powerful that he could be called a genius doctor, but Wang Bingzhen really didn’t know what Ye Yaorong’s calligraphy was like.

Wang Bingzhen is a calligraphy lover, and he can write good calligraphy, so he is very tiring, wanting to see how good Ye Yaorong's calligraphy is.

With the help of Liu Xixi and Wang Meng, a pair appeared in front of everyone.

"Rilifeng and Jinpuyuan."

"Winter is warm and summer is full of smiles."

Looking at the words on the pair, Wang Bingzhen was stunned.

This word is written very well.

This is not inferior to Ye Wangxizhi's "Lanting Preface".

"Glory, you wrote this word?"

Wang Bingzhen came back to his senses, looking at Ye Yaorong in disbelief and asked.

To say that Wang Bingzhen has seen countless calligraphy and paintings, but it can be compared with the word Ye Yaorong, that is, the book "Lanting Preface" by Wang Xizhi, the book sage, can be compared with him.

"Of course, but my brother-in-law wrote it, and we all looked at it."

Liu Xixi saw that Wang Bingzhen's tone was a bit suspicious, and immediately spoke.

"Glory, your level of the word has almost reached the level of a master of calligraphy."

Wang Bingzhen turned his head and looked at Ye Yaorong with an incredible expression.

How could this Ye Yaorong be so young that he was able to write such a font, which was a bit better than many calligraphy masters who had written characters for a lifetime.

"Elder Wang, you are absurdly praised, as long as you like it."

Ye Yaorong said with a smile. You must know that Ye Yaorong rarely writes this pair to people now, unless he is very close.

"I like it very much. I want to frame this pair and pass it on as a family heirloom." Wang Bingzhen said with certainty.

"Elder Wang, it's not so exaggerated."

Ye Yaorong said with some embarrassment. Isn't it just a pair?

If you don’t post it in your house to add celebration, you want to frame it as a family heirloom. Is the word yourself so precious?

Ye Yaorong was puzzled.

"of course."

Wang Bingzhen folded the pair carefully and handed it to Wang Sisi, asking her to keep it carefully. Tomorrow, she will find the best master to mount it.

Let it be a family heirloom.

Wang Bingzhen felt that he did not expect that when his family's business passed to his grandchildren a hundred years later, the family's business was on the verge of bankruptcy.

It is this pair that is regarded as a family heirloom that allows the Wang family's property to avoid the danger of bankruptcy.

"Please come inside."

Wang Bingzhen invited Ye Yaorong to the back room to sit the card game

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Entering Wang Bingzhen’s villa, the interior decoration style is unique, luxurious but not vulgar, classically revealing, elegant but noble, giving Ye Yaorong a very good feeling.

Ye Yaorong wondered if he should build such a beautiful villa on the island in his home lake.

"Glory is here."

"Glory, sit down at our table."

"Glory, when is there a shortage of people to work in your family, you can remember me, my old bones can still work for several years."

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Seeing Ye Yaorong coming in, the villagers greeted Ye Yaorong one after another.

Ye Yaorong finally sat down at the main table and looked at Wang Bingzhen. The most important guest in this room was Ye Yaorong, so Ye Yaorong must be sitting at the main table.

As for Liu Qingqing and the others, they were all sitting at the table of the female relatives. After all, a large group of men were drinking, and the women were beside them, which was meaningless.

...

The drink didn't end until nine o'clock in the evening. Of course, Liu Qingqing and the others left at eight o'clock. In fact, except for the main table~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the other table people were almost gone.

After all, unless you are fighting wine, otherwise, this banquet can't drink for such a long time.

"Glory, my grandson's illness?"

When the banquet was over, Wang Bingzhen asked Ye Yaorong's hand.

Wang Bingzhen believed that Ye Yaorong's medical skills would definitely cure his grandson's illness.

"You grandson is not sick, you are just spoiled, and you don't want to come down and walk." Ye Yaorong said.

"Ah... you mean Xiaoguang, this kid can walk?"

Wang Bing looked at Ye Yaorong in surprise and asked.

"No, he has to learn to walk. He is too lazy to learn. How can he walk? Who doesn't wrestle a few times when this child walks? How can he learn to walk? The child wrestled a few times and felt very distressed. He would never learn to walk."

Ye Yaorong said.

"But he doesn't want to walk now, how can I do it?" Wang Bingzhen asked.

"Simple, let him play with a bunch of kids who are like him, don't worry about him, and don't worry about him falling down and crying. All three-year-old kids will get up by themselves and slowly learn to walk."

Ye Yaorong said.

"So simple?"

Wang Bing asked in surprise.

My grandson didn't know how many doctors he had seen, how many medicines he had taken, and he couldn't walk down the ground, but Ye Guangrong's method only had to let him play with children of the same age.

This seems to Wang Bingzhen to be a very simple method.

"simple?"

"Hehe, some things, such simple things, are not easy to implement, Mr. Wang, it's getting late, I'll go back first."

Ye Yaorong said with a smile.

I have already said what I should say, and whether they are willing to adopt it or not is up to them. (To be continued.)