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Chapter 60

Not long after, Wang Erhu left and returned, followed by Niu Dewang.

After Niu's family was burned to a pile of ashes, Niu Dewang did not leave Niujia Village. Instead, he built a thatched hut and read and practiced calligraphy every day. His energy now seems to be better than before.

It's just that I am too lonely and not qualified to participate in the gathering of literati I once longed for.

Hearing that there was a scholar in Niujia Village, he rushed over excitedly, but was a little disappointed when he found out that it was his former long-term worker.

"If you don't mind it, I can write an inscription for you."

Niu Dewang stroked his beard and deliberately maintained the reserve of a scholar.

Yang Liang, Wang Erhu and Zhou Fang all remained silent, as if they did not hear Niu Dewang's words.

Niu Dewang is also famous. The reason why he is famous is on the one hand because of his diligent study, but his level is second to none, which is simply outrageous.

On the other hand, it was also because he was cold-hearted. His wife and child died, but he didn't even react much. He only thought about the book in his arms.

Yang Liang picked up his pen and asked Zhou Fang's father's name. The pen in his hand was filled with ink and he wrote a few big characters:

[First examine Zhou Gong’s taboo on Mr. Fulai’s tomb]

"it is good!"

Wang Erhu blurted out a compliment.

"What's better? Second uncle, do you still know how to read?" Yang Liang asked curiously.

"I don't know it, but I feel good looking at it. It makes me refreshed."

Wang Erhu said: "Isn't it good?"

"Okay." Zhou Fang said from the side: "I think it is better than the teachers in our village. My father will be happy after reading it. I don't know, he will come to thank you in his dreams at night."

"No, please don't." Yang Liang waved his hands quickly, but it sounded like a curse.

Niu Dewang looked over, originally very disdainful, but after seeing the paper, his eyes suddenly widened. He stretched out his hand and traced in the air, trying to guess the direction of Yang Liang's handwriting.

Zhou Wen left 100 coins and expressed his gratitude to Yang Liang again and again.

"Look, what am I talking about? We are one of our own, so you can trust me. I can still lie to you."

Wang Erhu puffed out his chest and felt more respectable than Yang Liang.

"it is good."

Niu Dewang suddenly said: "I think he can write better than many great writers in the county."

Yang Liang and Zhou Fang were both startled, thinking that Niu Landlord's reaction was really slow.

"A-Liang, you are so proud of your handwriting. Why did I never know that your handwriting is so good?"

Yang Liang coughed and said: "I have always had a desire to learn, and I kept practicing and practicing. Suddenly, I wrote it like this."

Niu Dewang narrowed his eyes and said, "I practice often, but I don't see any progress."

"Uh..." Yang Liang remained silent. In fact, there is such a thing as talent in this world.

"Oh, I know." Niu Dewang suddenly said: "I must have influenced you, and you started to study."

"Ah, you say yes."

Yang Liang didn't expect Niu Dewang to have a rich imagination, but he also wanted to add some rationality to his actions, so he added:
"Yes, yes, everything is inferior, only studying is superior."

Niu Dewang's expression suddenly froze, and he hugged Yang Liang's hand tightly, his eyes already turning red: "My dear friend, what you said is so good, why did I never think of it."

Yang Liang fell silent for a moment. He really couldn't keep up with Niu Dewang's brain circuit. He felt that if he continued to chat with him, he would be led astray.

But Niu Dewang seemed very excited. He had never been understood and despised, and was struggling in a lonely world. When he heard Yang Liang's words, he felt that he had suddenly found an outlet for his emotions.Why should I do this, just for one sentence:

Learning is valuable than anything else.

But no one understands me, except Aliang.

"A-Liang, with your handwriting, you are already qualified to participate in the literary conference. Next time something like this happens, can I take you with me?" Niu Dewang said.

Yang Liang quickly waved his hand and refused. The so-called literary gatherings had become popular among scholars, and Niu Dewang was more enthusiastic about it. Yang Liang even went there with him once.

But Niu Dewang's level was too low. In the past, he participated as a gangster and provided free water, wine and meals. After Niu's house was robbed by bandits, he was not even qualified to be a gangster.

On the one hand, Yang Liang had no confidence in the level of scholars in Min'an County, and on the other hand, he did not want to have too close contact with Niu Dewang.

Yang Liang was also very unhappy with a cold-blooded person like Niu Dewang.

After Zhou Fang left, he did not ask Yang Liang to write letters or write documents for him in the next day.

The pace of life today is generally slower. Even if Yang Liang wants to curl up, he can't.

He had no choice but to pick up a book, read and write, and save some destiny coins.

What Yang Liang didn't expect was that when business didn't come to his door, Niu Dewang turned into a plaster that couldn't be torn off, looking at Yang Liang helplessly.

Yang Liang didn't want others to see him getting too close to him.But in Niu Dewang's eyes, Yang Liang is like a close friend. He has not understood me for so many years, and now he finally meets someone who can understand me.

When Yang Liang was studying, he was also studying. When Yang Liang was writing, he was sharpening his ink and wished he could go to Yang Liang's shabby house three times a day.

"A-Liang, what are you doing hanging out with that cattle landlord?"

It was getting dark, and Yang Haohao couldn't help but send Niu Dewang away, and saw Wang Huandi's head slowly emerging from the wall next door.

"The conscience of heaven and earth, who is messing with him? Don't you see that he has been pestering me."

"Just be aware of it. Don't get too close to him. He's not a thing." Wang Huandi's head was about to sink slowly from the wall.

"Sister, don't leave, let's talk together again."

"I'm going to sleep."

"Then I'll see you tonight."

"Get lost." Wang Huandi also cherished words like gold.

"Brother Liang, can I play with you tonight?" Wang Yindi's head popped up.

"Xiao Nizi, come with me." Wang Huandi took Wang Yindi away by her ears.

At dawn the next morning, Yang Liang slipped out of the house with a book in his arms.

Arriving at the open space outside the village, the sun gradually emerged, and the earth was full of life.

Yang Liang's mood also became very good.

He opened the system panel. During the past period, he had saved 80 destiny coins by selling words and writing letters.

He planned to save 180 coins, which could be exchanged for an introduction to archery, which would give him some self-defense skills.

There are too many places where Destiny Coins need to be used, and the speed of saving money is too slow, so I still have to work hard.

Yang Liang took out a book of Huacong poems. The place had good wind, good weather, and more importantly, no Niu Dewang to disturb him. It was a good place for reading.

He was just about to read aloud when he saw Niu Dewang's figure appear from a distance, waving to him excitedly: "A Liang, so you are here, I have found you."

(End of this chapter)