: One hundred glass hearts (Xuanyuan Royal Prophecy and Wall +)

: One hundred glass hearts (Xuanyuan Royal Prophecy and Wall +)

Han Qixiu moved very quickly. As soon as Ma Xinghua left his front feet, he came over with a luggage bag on his back. It was folded like a piece of tofu. At first glance, he knew that it was a child from the army compound.

Wu Boda was particularly enthusiastic about Han Qixiu, and kept dragging him to ask about Han Qingye, and asked the old chief how his body was, whether he still couldn't eat spicy food as before.

"The old boss can't touch the spicy food at all. When we crossed the snowy mountains and grasslands, the spicy food was our life-saving elixir, and the old boss didn't eat the spicy food unless he had to." Wu Boda smiled and talked about his past with Han Qingye.

"Don't look at your grandfather being a few years older than me, but he joined the army when he was fifteen years old. At 25,000, he was already the regiment commander, and I was still your grandfather's platoon leader!" Wu Boda sighed with emotion extremely.

Han Qixiu was very interested in these past events, and asked Wu Boda some stories about Han Qingye's wars.

Han Qixiu just stayed at the farm. No one knew the purpose of his coming here. It seemed that he was really here to play, and he didn't play with the children on the farm. He usually accompanied Shen Jiao up the mountain to pick up some firewood. He, if he went up the mountain to hunt some game, the Shen family's meat has never been cut since he came, and there is no need to hide it and eat it.

If anyone is jealous, Han Qixiu will fly over with a knife in the eye. Coupled with the military coat on his body and the chilling aura, who else in the farm dares to speak up?

At most, he can only scold him behind his back!

However, most of the time Han Qixiu went out. Sometimes he went out before dawn, and only came back when it got dark. I don't know what he was doing!

On the twenty-sixth day of the lunar calendar, there are only four days until New Year's Eve. Some local workers have gone home to celebrate the New Year. The rest are mostly non-local workers or Shen Jiaxing, and there are also a lot of them.

Although Ma Xinghua and his family are locals, Ma Xinghua said that their family did not spend New Year's Eve in the village after they came to the farm. Captain Ma said that he had to stay at the farm to feel at ease. The aunt felt bad for her younger son, so she didn't go back to the village to celebrate the New Year, and stayed on the farm together.

During this time, Qian Wenliang and Shen Jiaxing were very busy. What were they busy with?

I'm busy writing Spring Festival couplets. Most of the people on the farm have posted them on New Year's Eve. Liu Changgui, the lame warehouse manager, is a cultural person on the farm and can write a few big characters. In the past, he wrote the Spring Festival couplets on the farm, and this year is no exception.

But when the farm workers saw the Spring Festival couplets posted on the door of Shen's house, these people were not calm!

It used to be the only one, and there was no way to compare, but now it's different. With such a beautiful woman dangling in front of her, how can the ugly woman in the family get in the eye?

In fact, for Shen Jiao, the real peerless beauty is the Spring Festival couplets pasted by the director of the sales department!

That Spring Festival couplet was written by Xu Qiao. Although this guy is not very good, his handwriting is quite strong, so the old saying that seeing words is like seeing people is actually wrong.

Since ancient times, everyone who has written many characters is not necessarily good in character. The most famous person is Qin Hui. The world only knows that Qin Hui is a traitor to the country and has been infamous for thousands of years, but very few people know that Qin Hui is a very rare person. The famous calligraphy master, and also a family of its own, the now famous imitation Song Dynasty was created by Qin Hui.

I don’t want to talk about it from afar, but let’s talk about Xu Qiao from afar. If I want to talk about this group of people, he has the best handwriting, and he is still quite elegant and flexible. Feibai wants to write well and write well. It is just right, but it is a test of the calligraphy skills. Xu Qiao has such skills, which shows that he has been immersed in calligraphy for a considerable number of years.

The Spring couplets of the Shen family were written by Qian Wenliang. Qian Wenliang's calligraphy was far worse than Xu Qiao's. He practiced regular regular script. But they are not comparable, they are not on the same level at all.

Xu Qiao was very satisfied with this, and his waist was also straightened a lot, which made him extremely nervous.

It's just that his desperation was shattered by the workers of the farm, because after reading the Spring Festival couplets of the two, these workers found Qian Wenliang invariably and wanted him to write the Spring Festival couplets for their own family.

Qian Wenliang, who is so talkative, agreed without saying a word, and refused to come. Since childhood, I don’t know how many pictures I have written, and I can’t finish writing them, because these people are not only asking for their own sake, but also giving them to the seventh aunt. The eight aunts have also taken it along, so the number is quite astonishing!

Qian Wenliang was really too busy, so he pulled Gu Chen and Shen Jiaxing to help. The two also practiced regular script, and they wrote pretty well. It was no problem to fool the villagers. .

However, Xu Qiao's place is very limited, and only Zhang Shitou and Hu Xiangyu's two families are opened, or because the two families, Shen Jiaxing, are unwilling to write.

Can Xu Qiao be balanced?

Of course not!

In terms of academic qualifications and professional titles, he is not as good as Qian Wenliang. He also recognizes it, but he is obviously several steps higher than Qian Wenliang in writing. Why is he not as popular as Qian Wenliang?

Looking coldly at Qian Wenliang being greeted and embraced by people, shouting 'Mr. Qian' one by one, Xu Qiao couldn't hold back the glassy heart that had been holding it back for three or four days, she grabbed a man who was waiting in line and said: " I can also write, well, that's what I wrote, and I can write better than this person, let me write for you!"

The middle-aged man followed Xu Qiao's hand and looked over. When he saw the large characters that were flowing and flowing, he shook his head flatly: "No, your characters are not as good as Mr. Qian, I'd rather wait for Mr. Qian!"

Xu Qiao was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood, his veins burst out, his eyes shot out, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Why can't my words be as good as Mr. Qian? Give me a reason!"

The middle-aged man shrank back, startled by Xu Qiao's appearance, and immediately thought of Xu Qiao's identity, his back straightened again, glanced at Xu Qiao disdainfully, and said, "What did you write? Draw a talisman with a ghost. Like, how can Mr. Qian's Fang Zheng look good? There is still the face to say that he writes better than Mr. Qian, how thick the face is!"

Another mouthful of old blood vomited out, Xu Qiao reluctantly asked several more people, but they all said that his handwriting was too ugly and could not be read. write.

The deeply beaten Xu Qiaoyi walked away dejectedly, his back looked so desolate, thinking that he must be regretting why he practiced flying white running script?

The so-called layman is watching the fun, the expert is watching the door, and the rural people who don't know a few big characters know how to fly white running script?

Shen Jiao was amused by Xu Qiao and kept giggling. This time, she really felt that Xu Qiao was wronged. She met a group of villagers who didn't know gold and jade.