Brother Wen looked at the small tattered lucky bag in front of him, with only one question in his mind: Do I have a cat now, or do I not have a cat?

The little fool thought it was a little broken head, but he didn't understand it.

Alas, stray cats often have unruly souls and will not stop for anyone!

Brother Wen separated his emotions from the loss and the gain. He rubbed his round little paws, which were unique to infants, to give himself some good luck. Then he picked up the small torn lucky bag and took the matter seriously.

open.

The first thing that comes into view is a text description——

"This is a disassembled eraser.

The upper right corner has been wiped once, resulting in a slight loss of volume, which does not affect the overall value; the paper shell wrapping it has been torn off, and there are many meaningless patterns painted on each side.

It does not affect the use of the shit shovel officer."

Brother Wen:?

It is indeed a small lucky bag. What is the overall value of your eraser?

Moreover, will there be pencils tomorrow? If you don’t have a pencil, how can I use it if you give me an eraser?

Brother Wen looked left and right and felt that the owner of this eraser was really free. He only used the good eraser once and drew a lot of fancy patterns. He was obviously a bastard who liked to miss out in class.

This person has been so fond of fooling around since he was a child. When he grows up, he will definitely——

Brother Wen turned over the eraser while muttering in his mind.

I was surprised to find that there were not only fancy patterns on the back, but someone even signed it.

Brother Wen's pupils trembled.

——There must be great potential! No refutation will be accepted!

That's right, what's written above is his name. It's small, but very clear, and it's written carefully stroke by stroke.

Although the handwriting was very clumsy and looked like it was written by a kindergarten or primary school student, Brother Wen still recognized it at a glance.

The bastard is me!

Brother Wen stuffed the eraser back into the lucky bag, climbed back onto his bed secretly, and secretly put the small broken lucky bag next to his pillow.

He buried himself in bed and tried to think for a long time, but he could not find the answers to such profound questions as "Who was I (before)" and "Where was I (before)" from the fragmented memory.

In the end, Brother Wen chose to turn over and slept until dawn.

Brother Wen woke up early the next day, full of energy, and took a look at the small lucky bag.

Hey, it's still there! He used his small body to block the little broken lucky bag and secretly stuffed a lucky coin inside.

He ate this lucky money while eating dumplings one time, and he kept it to himself to prevent Zhao from confiscating it.

This is his first private money!

He must not hand it over to his mother, he must keep it himself!

After Brother Wen got up and washed himself, he observed for a while and found that neither Mrs. Zhao nor the others could see the existence of the small broken lucky bag, nor could they see the lucky money he had hidden in the small broken lucky bag.

Brother Wen was ecstatic.

Little broken lucky bag x

Private money bag√

How can a man who is a dignified man not have his own private money!

Save one today and one tomorrow. When you grow up, you will definitely be able to achieve freedom! As for the use of that eraser, Brother Wen hasn't figured it out yet. Let's keep it as a souvenir for now. At least it has his name on it.

Coming.

Now that he saw the eraser, Brother Wen ran to ask his father what pens he had now (for example, if there was anything similar to a pencil).

He was still young and couldn't look around in his father's bookstore privately, so he had to ask directly.

It turned out that Wang Hua had a guest today, Yang Tinghe, a Hanlin editor who was co-editing "Records of Xianzong" with him, and the two of them went back and forth during the break.

Yang Tinghe was a second-generation official. He won the imperial examination at the age of twelve, and later became a Jinshi at the age of eighteen. Now Yang Tinghe is only thirty years old, and he has become the same official and does the same thing as him, who is in his forties.

This life has a bright future.

Seeing Brother Wen waddling over and asking for advice, Wang Hua picked him up and introduced him.

The key content of the narrative is as follows: "Look at this Uncle Yang, he won the imperial examination at the age of twelve!"

Listening to this suggestive tone, it can be said that Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone.

Brother Wen: Don’t listen, don’t listen, you bastard is chanting sutras!

It is impossible to win the national examination at the age of twelve. Who do his father know?

Either he is the number one scholar in his twenties, or he is a 12-year-old scholar!

The officialdom of the Ming Dynasty was so terrifying!

Brother Wen looked at Yang Tinghe curiously. He always felt that the name sounded a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Maybe it's because his brain hasn't developed well yet, or maybe it's because he didn't study history well before and doesn't have many concrete impressions after thinking about it.

Anyway, someone so awesome must be a big shot!

Yang Tinghe was younger than Wang Hua, but he was admitted to Jinshi one term earlier than Wang Hua. This is quite common in officialdom.

Fortunately, the two of them did not talk about seniority in their interactions. Yang Tinghe said to Brother Wen in an interesting way: "Our brother Shen is the same age as you, but you are at the beginning of the year and he is at the end of the year. When he grows up,

Some you can play with."

Brother Wen read the first name and last name together in his mind.

Yang Tinghe's son, Brother Shen.

Yang Shen.

I seem to have heard this name somewhere.

...Wait, Yang Shen?

The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward?

The waves wipe out all the heroes?

Brother Wen suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He can sing this song!

Right or wrong, success or failure turns heads in vain!

The green hills are still there!

How many sunsets are red!

The boss is by my side!

I was born at the beginning of the year and you were born at the end of the year, what a fate!

This requires a lot of frequent exchanges. In the future, if there is a talented person in the same year and classmate, are you afraid that there will be no homework to copy?

Wang Xiaowen has made this friend his!

This thing from the same year is really a powerful tool for building relationships.

We were born in the same year, so calling you "the same year" is not too much, right?

We passed the national examination in the same year, so calling you "in the same year" is not too much, right?

We were named on the gold list in the same year, so calling you "in the same year" is not too much, right?

With this important relationship, we are half-brothers. From now on, we will work together in the officialdom. You have to lend a hand if anything happens!

The friendship of ancient people was so simple and unpretentious.

Brother Wen was a little excited and asked Wang Hua and Wang Hua his new question: Do we only have a brush? Don't we have any other pens?

As we all know, a large part of communication between people can actually rely on body language. Even if Brother Wen couldn't speak clearly at all, Wang Hua still understood what he meant.

Wang Hua said: "What a coincidence. Your uncle Yang has a lot of calligraphy and painting at home, and he is also good at calligraphy and painting. You can ask him for advice."

Yang Tinghe did not refuse, and explained to Brother Wen Weiwei that generally speaking, we use writing brushes. Basically, given a brush, you can write (draw) countless patterns.

But when it comes to painting, charcoal pencils and earthen brushes are also commonly used.

Charcoal pencils are black things like charcoal, pebbles, and graphite that have been sharpened.

Clay pens can be used to draft drawings just like charcoal pens, except that they use carefully washed white clay as the tip. The paper is white and the pen is white. When used for drafting, there are no visible traces, and it can be revised repeatedly.

In ancient times, there was a saying in painting, "Nine rots and one stroke", which means that you can revise the manuscript repeatedly until you are satisfied with it, then you can start painting formally, which is the so-called "one stroke".

Before "Yi Ba", the "Nine Immortals" used earthen pens or charcoal pens.

Brother Wen listened with great interest. It seemed that people had many tools for drawing since ancient times. Even in ancient times, even a single brush could produce so many tricks.

It's a pity that these two pens can't be used with his Wang Xiaowen brand eraser!

Forget it, it’s not a bad idea to keep it as a souvenir.
To be continued...