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Chapter 106 I am the real father (16)

Zhang He was a little shocked in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Just at this moment, Mo Ci came over with something in his hand.

Zhang He also stood up slowly, looking at Mo Ci with a curious look.

Mo Ci had no feeling about this. He did not come to this world without doing anything. Although martial arts were not very effective, he had internal strength. Mo Ci still heard what Zhang He asked just now.

And Qian Yijin’s answer.

Mo Ci looked at Qian Yijin with a hint of smile in his eyes, and then looked at Zhang He, "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Zhang He waved his hand. "It's nothing. It's just that I, an old man, am putting you in a difficult position."

The two of them said this politely, but Zhang He was looking forward to Mo Ci starting to write. Mo Ci spread out the paper and then took out the ink and brush.

His set of tools can be said to be a bit simple.

At least, Zhang He couldn't help but frown when he saw the paper, ink, brush and inkstone. Such inferior things were really unsightly.

However, Zhang He didn't say much, but just watched quietly. He could see that Mo Ci's family had enough food and drink, but they were not very rich.

He still understands the basic etiquette of the world.

Mo Ci didn't care much about Zhang He's thoughts, he just picked up the pen and wrote. It was New Year's Day, so of course he had to write something with good meaning.

So Mo Ci slowly wrote down four words - good fortune and prosperity.

The whole process can be said to be done in one go. When he put down his pen and looked at Zhang He, he found that Zhang He's attention was completely attracted by those four words.

Seeing this, Mo Ci couldn't help but shook his head slightly. It is said that artists have strange tempers. Now it seems that this is not false.

Mo Ci did not disturb Zhang He, but looked at Qian Yijin and Qian Yichen on the other side.

When the two children saw Mo Ci picking up the pen to write, they came to Mo Ci from the left and right and watched him very seriously.

When Mo Ci finished writing, the two children looked very proud, as if the words were written by themselves.

Mo Ci smiled helplessly, feeling that after raising these two children, his mood seemed to become more complicated.

Mo Ci controlled Qian Yijin and Qian Yichen, preventing them from talking too much and interrupting Zhang He's thoughts, while pondering Zhang He's next reaction.

After Mo Ci's observation, it was clear that Zhang He was definitely not an ordinary person. Seeing how much he cared about calligraphy, he must be from a scholarly family.

This means that the other party definitely has a lot of connections.

If we can establish a relationship with them, preferably one where we all prosper together and suffer together, then the so-called Tang family will not be a problem to be afraid of.

Maybe, Mo Ci can also avenge the murder.

And now is a good opportunity to build a better relationship between the two.

Mo Ci glanced at his own handwriting. He was not bragging, but his handwriting had been honed over several lifetimes. If it still couldn't catch Zhang He's eye, then he would have lived those lifetimes in vain.

Moreover, in order to be safe, Mo Ci adjusted his state and wrote these four words in the best condition.

Thinking of this, Mo Ci retracted his gaze and quietly sat on the other side to read the picture books with Qian Yijin and the others. If there were two words that the children did not know, he would say them out in a low voice.

It was unknown how long it was before Zhang He raised his head, his eyes shining with surprise. If the couplet outside was a reason for him to stay and watch, then these four words had already made him want to accept him as a disciple.

If Mo Ci really only studied for one year, then he was destined to take this path.

Zhang He looked at Mo Ci excitedly, thinking in his heart that even if Mo Ci lied to him when he said he had only practiced calligraphy for a year, he would still accept him as his disciple.

"What's your name?"

Zhang He asked, and when Mo Ci heard this, he also stood up and acted like a junior.

Judging from Zhang He's attitude, Mo Ci knew it was a sure thing, and replied, "Mr. Zhang, just call me Qian Fugui."

Money and wealth?

When Zhang He heard the name, he looked at Mo Ci twice more, and then thought that this name did not fit the impression Mo Ci gave people at all.

As if sensing Zhang He's surprise, Mo Ci readily explained the origin of his name.

"My family is poor, and they wanted me to be rich and healthy in the future, so they gave me the name Fugui."

Being rich and healthy is the most sincere wish of the family, but unfortunately, Qian Fugui is not really rich and healthy.

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he nodded slightly and spoke.

"Qian Fugui, let me introduce myself again. I'm Zhang He, the calligraphy master from Kyoto. You may not have heard of me, but you should have heard of this calligraphy association."

"I'm an elder of the Calligraphy Association. You have a good foundation. Are you interested in continuing to develop it?"

Mo Cixin understood, but with a puzzled expression, he said, "Continue...developing? Master Zhang, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Seeing that the doubt on Mo Ci's face did not seem fake, Zhang He simply sat aside and spoke slowly.

"Your handwriting is very good. I would like to take you as my apprentice and promote calligraphy."

As he spoke, Zhang He's gaze fell on Mo Ci, paying attention to Mo Ci's reaction at all times. Mo Ci's face seemed to be hit by a surprise, and he was dizzy and almost didn't show any big fluctuations.

In fact, Mo Ci was still not good enough in disguising himself, so he could only perform superficially.

Fortunately, he had dark skin and looked honest, so he was able to express what he wanted to say.

Then, Mo Ci looked at the two children, and before he could say anything, Zhang He continued.

"Once you become my apprentice, you will be a member of the calligraphy association. I will then report your monthly salary to the higher authorities, and your household registration will be transferred to Kyoto."

"It just so happens that the calligraphy association owns several schools, so the two children can go to school smoothly."

Having said that, Zhang He paused, looked at Mo Ci, and a peaceful smile appeared on his face.

"Qian Fugui, what do you think?"

What does Mo Ci think? Of course Mo Ci thinks this is a good idea. It sounds like this calligraphy association is a very powerful force.

Moreover, in such a world, it seems that literati have a very high status.

In this case, Mo Ci has become a scholar and his status has been improved. By then, the Tang family should have no chance to confront him.

The most important thing is that the Tang family is some distance away from Kyoto, in a place like Haishi, across the sea.

Mo Ci lowered his eyes, as if considering something. Zhang He was not in a hurry either, and even showed Mo Ci his ID to reassure him.

After waiting for a long time, it seemed that people from Zhang He's side came over. Several tall and strong men, who were obviously martial artists, surrounded him with a look of worry.

They were afraid that something might happen to Zhang He, and their attitude made Mo Ci even more certain of the other party's strength.

So Mo Ci asked more about things like the school and salary. The focus seemed to be on Qian Yijin and Qian Yichen, but in fact, Mo Ci was trying to get other information.

After a few interactions, Mo Ci realized that the other party had a very high status. In that case, it would be an advantage for him to become his disciple.

In short, after some hesitation, Mo Ci became Zhang He's apprentice, and Zhang He naturally lived with Mo Ci for the next few days.

In this way, Zhang He discovered that Mo Ci had not lied to him and that he had only started studying for a year.

Moreover, among Mo Ci's handwriting, only his calligraphy looks good. As for his hard pen calligraphy... I can only say that it is not ugly and is easy to recognize.

Thus, Mo Ci began practicing calligraphy under supervision for the first time in his life.