Chapter 102 Girls
In the comment section, the audience was chatting very intensely.

[The Ancient Style Cultural Festival is really ancient style. Even a random old man selling candied haws is so talented]

[How does the saying go? Your uncle is still your uncle]

[Friendly reminder: don’t underestimate the grandpas and grandmas who are walking and practicing Tai Chi in the park. If this were in the game, they would all be retired bosses, and it would also be a problem if they don’t have any skills.]

[In fact, it’s not just the elderly. I think the delivery guys should not be underestimated either. Don’t underestimate anyone.]

[Let's get to the point. Let's get to the point. Who do you think will win, Ji Chenxing or me? ]

[This old man looks like he's not easy to mess with. He knows a lot of characters and is quite knowledgeable. As for Ji Chenxing... After listening to her lectures for so many times, it's normal for her to know a little bit of writing. This is a 50-50 chance.]

[Support Chen Xing, support Sister Xing, she will definitely win! ]

[Don't be too confident, how do you know she can win? It's not the end yet. I don't have any other intentions, I just want to see the final result. If Ji Chenxing can win, I will definitely be her fan for life. ]

The old man Li Weimin didn't give Ji Chenxing a chance to breathe. As soon as he finished speaking, he wrote "Tanghulu" in the fonts he just mentioned.

The fonts are different "Tanghulu", and the hard candies on the sticks are also different Tanghulu, which is quite interesting.

Ji Chenxing didn't say much, and then wrote these fonts on his own paper.

Li Weimin was frightened by the pressing momentum.

Li Weimin looked at his own paper in disbelief, then looked at Ji Chenxing's paper, and said "Hey" in surprise, "You little girl knows a lot."

"One, two, three, four, five..." Ji Chenxing also looked at Li Weimin's paper and counted them carefully. "Although your writing is standard, are these the only ones you know?"

Li Weimin is a calligraphy teacher. What he learned and practiced were relatively standard writing styles or those of historical celebrities. Although five types of fonts are not many, it still takes many years of practice to learn them in detail.

"Little girl, it's already great that you can do these few things. Don't brag. Could it be that you can do something else?"

Li Weimin put down his pen and, like everyone else, turned his attention to Ji Chenxing and her pen.

“Jin Kai, Tang Kai, and Slender Gold.”

As Ji Chenxing spoke, he controlled the distance between the pen and the paper, the strength of his wrist and the speed of his pen, and wrote out different variations of regular script from three eras.

Her writing was very professional and standard. Even Li Weimin put down his pen and focused on watching her write.

After a moment, Li Weimin suddenly applauded.

"Good, good, it really is true that 'every generation has its own talented people, each of whom leads the trend for hundreds of years'. Our era has passed, but fortunately there are young people like you!"

Li Weimin sighed.

"Old man Li, what do you mean? This girl writes better than you?"

The lady who had been talking to Ji Chenxing just now came forward to take a look, then opened her mouth in surprise.

She is also a retired teacher. She has been watching Li Weimin for several years. Even though she doesn't know how to do it herself, she can figure out some of the tricks.

This little girl is very young, but what she writes is absolutely excellent, even better than what Li Weimin wrote!
Ji Chenxing wanted to say, "I haven't finished writing yet, this is just regular script," but after thinking for a while, he didn't say anything. He put down his pen and said to Li Weimin, "Uncle, where are our candied haws?"

Li Weimin lost the game, but he was happier than if he had won. "Yes, yes, we have them all. I'm happy to give you all of these candied haws today. Come and pick one."

Although Li Weimin said so, Ji Chenxing's family did not really take away all his candied haws. After everyone took one, they thanked Li Weimin. Li Weimin looked at the boys and girls on the street with satisfaction and said with emotion, "'This world is yours, and it is ours, but in the end it is yours'."

[The old man is a truly upright person, a cultural figure from the last century. I really like such people.]

[Ji Chenxing is really amazing! He can write lyrics, play the pipa, know so much about ancient history and culture, and can write in so many fonts... Oh my God! How can there be so many talented people in this world? ]

[What the uncle said is right. We have learned all kinds of foreign languages ​​now, but we have neglected the study and development of our own culture. We have really forgotten everything our ancestors taught us.]

[I love this kind of program so much. I hope the production team can shoot more programs like this in the future. We can learn more while watching the live broadcast.]

Just as Ji Chenxing was about to say goodbye to Li Weimin and explore other stores, a little girl suddenly passed by.

The little girl was only seven or eight years old, with bright eyes, half of which was due to curiosity about seeing new things, and the other half was due to fear of being surrounded by strangers.

"Hey, kid, don't leave."

Almost as soon as he saw the child, Li Weimin immediately put on a fierce look and called out to her at the top of his voice.

The little girl was so frightened that she was stunned for a moment and stopped in front of Li Weimin's candied haws stall.

Although she was terrified, she was still very polite: "Sir, can you...what can I do for you?"

"Nothing serious." Li Weimin looked around. "Where are your parents? Did they come by themselves?"

It would have been fine if her parents weren't mentioned, but as soon as she mentioned them, the little girl started crying.

"I came here with my dad. He was holding my hand just now, and then a group of people passed by us, and I...I couldn't find him."

At the same time, in ancient times, a little girl appeared in front of Jun Heng.

The little girl also had a bitter face, but her eyes were not as lively and cute as the girl in the live broadcast room, but full of fear.

"Mom, mom, where are you? Don't leave me here alone."

The girl's clothes were dirty and tattered. She kept looking back as she ran, as if some ferocious beast was chasing her.

"I don't want to go with them, they are all bad people, mother, where are you, don't sell me to them, I will work hard."

Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she had been calling out helplessly for a long time, but still received no response from anyone.

When the girl saw Jun Heng, she trembled, as if she had mistaken him for a bad guy, and quickly walked away.

There were many pedestrians on the street, but no one wanted to intervene in the matter, no matter how the girl cried. Even the vendors who were selling things scolded the girl to cry somewhere else, or to leave with the traffickers quickly, so as not to affect their business.

Not long after, several men came out from the corner of an alley. They were like slippery loaches, searching among the crowd, cursing all the time.

"This little bitch, I gave that woman an extra ten taels of silver because she was pretty, but I didn't expect her to be so troublesome. If I had known, I wouldn't have given her more."

"Well, that's not the case." Another man said, "It's easy to find girls, but there aren't many pretty ones. If you raise her well and sell her, you don't know how much money you can get from her."

The third man was unhappy. "What's the point of saying this? She has disappeared without a trace. Why don't you find her now? How can the cooked duck fly away?"

The fourth man suddenly saw something and pointed forward, "Look, isn't that the little bitch? Hurry up, hurry up, catch her back, don't let her run away."

The other three people looked in the direction of the fourth person's finger, their eyes lit up instantly, and without saying anything, they immediately pounced towards the girl.