Chapter 101 Ancient Culture Festival (2)

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun had risen completely, and the sunlight shone on this ordinary small county town, giving everyone a layer of gold.

At this time, the streets began to become lively.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Ji Huaiyu left several sets of ancient costumes and jewelry for everyone in his family. With the help of Wen Ya, everyone put on ancient costumes and went out.

After breakfast, Ji Chenxing brought his family to the Ancient Culture Festival.

Although the county claims to have "100% restored the ancient world", after a thousand years, not everyone understands the actual situation in ancient times, so they can only restore a mixed outline.

But this is already very good.

Looking around, whether it was vendors selling things at stalls or young boys and girls parading on the streets, more than 60 percent of the people on the street were wearing bright and colorful clothes.

Moreover, the fabric of this clothing is smooth and soft, and in terms of quality, it is several levels higher than what ordinary people wore in ancient times.

[Host, there just so happens to be an important figure out of the parade today. I will show you the situation in ancient times as well.]

"Important person? Who?" Ji Chenxing asked.

[Hehe, let’s not talk about it for now. It has little to do with you, the host, now.]

As the system spoke, it broadcast the situation of the most prosperous street in the capital to Ji Chenxing live.

Although this is a busy street, there are still many people wearing patched coarse cloth clothes on the street.

The bright and colorful clothes that everyone wears now form a huge contrast with the clear class distinctions in ancient times.

"Look, there's a man selling candied haws over there. Do you want to have some?"

Ji Xueqing's words pulled Ji Chenxing's thoughts back from ancient times. She looked over and saw an old man selling candied haws on the roadside.

The old man was thin, had a goatee, and wore a white Tang-style Hanfu. The clothes were loose and not only did they not look ill-fitting, but they also made him look like a fairy.

There is a small table next to the old man’s candied haws rack, on which are placed writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Hey, little girl, would you like to buy some candied haws?"

The old man perked up immediately when he saw Ji Chenxing and Ji Xueqing. "Look, there are pure hawthorn ones, orange and green grape hawthorn ones, and pitted ones with jam. Which one do you want?"

Ji Xueqing seemed to be accustomed to these fancy candied haws, but it was the first time for Ji Chenxing to see them.

"I want to bring some fruit." Ji Xueqing said with a smile.

Before Ji Chenxing could say anything, the old man immediately took out a candied haws with fruit and handed it to Ji Xueqing.

"Little girl, the candied haws here are three yuan a string, five yuan for two strings. If you can beat me in calligraphy, I will give one string to each of you five for free. How about that?"

Ji Xueqing's eyes lit up and she looked at Ji Chenxing excitedly.

Ji Chenxing smiled and took over the topic, "Uncle, are you telling the truth? Don't regret it if you lose money later!"

The old man stroked his goatee proudly and said, "Little girl, you are quite arrogant. I haven't even told you the rules yet. Are you so confident that you can beat me?"

Ji Chenxing's eyes flashed with a sharpness, "No need to listen to the rules, isn't it calligraphy? Who doesn't know this?" "Oh my!" The old man laughed, "I've been on this street for several years, and this is the first time I've seen a girl as arrogant as you. Don't cry if you lose later."

"Same to you." Ji Chenxing replied, "Don't regret it if you lose the candied haws later."

The old man turned around and stood in front of the small desk where writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone were placed. He stroked his goatee with his left hand, picked up the pen with his right hand, and smiled from ear to ear.

"Look at what you said. I'm too old to go back on my word.

"It's not the first time I've seen an old man with such a confident girl like you, but they just say harsh words, and when they write, they can't do much."

As the old man spoke, he dipped his brush in ink, and with a vigorous and powerful move of his arm, the four large characters "Tanghulu" in regular script appeared on the paper.

Ji Huaiyu nodded and commented: "This old man really has some skills."

The old man obviously saw the praise in Ji Huaiyu's eyes. He looked up and pointed at the words he had written and smiled.

"You write well, don't you? Let's write the four characters 'Tanghulu' today. Whoever can write more characters wins. How do you think?"

"Okay, no problem." Ji Chenxing agreed confidently.

It seemed that his words did not scare the little girl away. The old man squinted his eyes, looked at Ji Chenxing, and then wrote the word "Tanghulu" in running script. Then he put down the pen with satisfaction.

"You young people nowadays have been learning foreign languages ​​since childhood, writing in artistic calligraphy and cursive script, and you have forgotten the things of your ancestors. Come on, let me, an old man, see what you, an arrogant girl, can write."

In ancient times, Jun Heng wore simple clothes and walked on the streets in a low-key manner.

He looked at the live broadcast and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

It was only recently that Jun Heng learned some things about Ji Chenxing's life. He knew that this woman was extremely talented and could write in several fonts with ease.

With these strings of candied haws today, I think the old man is doomed to lose.

Ji Chenxing was a young and beautiful girl. She stood in front of the candied haws stall and confronted the old man, which immediately attracted a lot of curious eyes from the people.

"Li Weimin, don't bully little girls just because you've been a teacher for a few years."

An old lady who knew the old man shouted from the crowd and then comforted Ji Chenxing.

"Girl, this old man used to be a calligraphy teacher in the county high school for a few years. It's normal that you can't write better than him. Don't feel psychologically stressed if you lose."

The others around also responded.

"Yes, yes, this is not the first time that Teacher Li has competed with others in the street. So far, no one has been able to beat him, so it's okay if you lose. It's all normal, all normal."

Ji Chenxing didn't say anything. She pulled her sleeve back with one hand, and solemnly picked up the pen with the other hand, dipping the brush tip into the ink twice.

Her back was straight, and her movements were neither slow nor fast. Her hair fell lightly on the paper, and her wrists sometimes pressed down and sometimes lifted up.

Soon, a "Tanghulu" that was almost identical to the one written by Li Weimin also blossomed under Ji Chenxing's pen.

"That's great, little girl. Your handwriting is even better than mine." Li Weimin praised. "I've competed with so many people here. Although you're young, your handwriting is among the best."

After Li Weimin finished praising me, he changed the subject and said, "However, I can also write running script, cursive script, official script, large seal script, and small seal script. Can you really beat me?"