I started to become more self-disciplined at the age of 30

Chapter 65 65. Works that should not appear in this era! Your words are very valuable.

Wang Zhenhua said what was in his mind.

"Xiao Jiang, what you write is of course your work! Don't worry, we old guys can't do such a thing!"

Wang Zhenhua thought Jiang Chen was afraid that these old guys would embezzle Jiang Chen's works.

This is indeed a very common thing in the literary and art circles. Some older generations with more seniority will sign their names on the works of some young people, making many people think that they are their works, thus ignoring the real young authors.

However, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, He Xianzhang, Su Haijun and others are all true cultural figures who scoff at such things. They all sincerely hope that the younger generation can have good development and concentrate on practicing calligraphy.

At this moment, they all looked unhappy as they felt that Jiang Chen was suspicious of them!
He Xianzhang waved his sleeves and said, "Just write with confidence. Only your own name will be on your work."

Qin Hanming also frowned slightly and said, "This is my place. My words count. Xiao Jiang, just write. Your work is your work!"

amount……

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then thought about it for a while, understood what they meant, and then explained with a smile: "Everyone, you misunderstood! What I meant was that I had some ideas recently and wrote a few poems. If you don't mind, Mr. Qin, I will write my own poems, how about that?"

Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, and Su Haijun all understood immediately, and then looked around awkwardly.

Qin Hanming smiled and said, "Yes, yes, of course, no one will dislike it!"

Jiang Chen’s own poems?
Some people disagreed with this, thinking that Jiang Chen just wrote some modern poems casually.

This is a very common thing in their cultural circle. Who doesn’t have a literary dream?
Even Qin Hanming published a collection of poems at his own expense a few years ago, but only a few thousand copies were published, and a few hundred were given away. The remaining thousands of copies are still piled in the warehouse, carrying his literary dream, so he was reluctant to throw them away and would occasionally look through them himself.

He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, and Li Hui have all published their own books, but they are all related to calligraphy, or some small circle books about life insights. They don't have much sales, and they are just for the sake of establishing themselves as writers.

Most people in the Calligraphy Association and the Writers Association are connected to each other. They are both members of the Writers Association and the Calligraphy Association. The ancients also said that poetry and calligraphy are inseparable.

Li Hui said softly: "If Xiao Jiang wants to join the Writers Association, I can help recommend him!"

Jiang Chen shook his head without saying anything. He held the brush he had just received in his hand, rubbing it gently and playing with it. He felt that it was becoming more and more comfortable to use. The scent of ink beside it also drifted gently into his nostrils.

Thinking about the several works I got from the parallel world!

The next moment, a hint of determination flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and then the brush fell suddenly, and the ink suddenly hit the rice paper and condensed without dispersing, showing its extraordinary quality.

Still running script!
The two words fell quickly.

Pity the farmers.

Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, Su Haijun, and Han Qing, who was holding her phone and broadcasting live, all stood in front of the desk, staring closely at Jiang Chen's words.

Almost none of them took the poem Jiang Chen mentioned to heart, but just admired the words Jiang Chen wrote.

It is rare to encounter such a calligraphy master's level of live writing.

Just now, He Xianzhang brought his student Su Haijun here to ask Su Haijun to write, but he himself would not easily write in public.

Su Haijun was the most serious at this time and wanted to learn something from Jiang Chen.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is still very lively. The number of people online has reached 55,000 and has maintained a growth momentum.

"Old Jiang can also write poetry? Awesome!"

"Who can't write a few doggerel poems? Lao Jiang can write so many lyrics, so it shouldn't be difficult for him to write a few poems."

"The lyrics written by Lao Jiang are not simple. If they are processed and published as modern poems, no one will say anything bad!"

"Writing poetry on the spot, Lao Jiang is awesome."

“I feel like the poems written by Lao Jiang may not be ordinary works!”

……

Jiang Chen's mind was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem "Ming Nong" and he ignored everything around him. He held the brush tightly in his hand and focused all his attention on the brush in his hand. Every word seemed to be written with all his strength, and every word was filled with compassion!
"One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn."

“There is no idle land in the world, yet farmers still starve to death.”

A short five-character ancient poem comes to life on the paper.

Each word is still majestic, yet reveals a sense of heaviness and compassion, as if carrying a lot of history.

The relaxed expressions on the faces of Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, and Su Haijun next to them disappeared, and were replaced by seriousness, which became more and more serious!
When Jiang Chen finished writing, several people stared at the poem with disbelief and surprise on their faces.

Han Qing whispered it, her pretty face full of surprise.

Because, even with her low literary literacy, she felt that this poem was short but not simple when she read it out loud. The more she read it, the more interesting and profound it became!
This simple five-character poem tells the story of the most miserable lower class people since ancient times, as if carrying the misery of many farmers over the past thousand years.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room also exploded immediately.

“I feel that Lao Jiang writes very well!”

“It’s very emotional to read. This is a good poem.”

“It feels no worse than the poems in the textbooks!”

"Is this really written by Lao Jiang?"

"As a student of literature, I want to tell you that Jiang's poem is very well written. Very, very well written!"

"Hiss! Lao Jiang's talent is unfathomable!"

"Is this a free live broadcast? Give it to Lao Jiang for the first time!"

The reward effects in the live broadcast room also started to rise, and the number of online users increased rapidly, exceeding 60,000 people.

This is definitely a very rare popularity number during this morning time period. Even on Douyin, the king of traffic, it is difficult to reach more than 60,000 online users during this time period, unless most of the traffic from the combined platforms is diverted.

And the scene...

Qin Hanming's face became more and more ruddy. After staring at the ancient poem on the white paper for more than ten seconds, he suddenly looked up at Jiang Chen and asked, "Old Jiang, did you really write this? Is it your own work?"

He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, and Su Haijun all looked up and stared at Jiang Chen.

After reading for more than ten seconds, they were all sure that this poem was an excellent work even in ancient times. It might not be so stunning in terms of literary talent, but its theme was very profound. Just a few simple sentences exposed the suffering of the common people and the oppression of the common people by the upper aristocracy.

Several people thought about it for a few seconds and were sure that they did not have this piece of work in their memory!

Such a profound work, if they have seen it, they will never forget it.

Then this must be a new work!
However, if such works were published 20 or 30 years ago, they would not have found them strange, because at that time there were still many literati who studied and wrote many profound literary works.

But among the current young and middle-aged writers, who is still delving into literary works?
Everyone is vying to accumulate fame, delve into entertainment, and reap profits. What good works have appeared in the literary world in the past ten or twenty years?

almost none!

When people think of literary works that are deeply memorable, they are almost always works from 20 or 30 years ago, or 30 or 40 years ago. As for works from the past ten years or so, they can only name a few!

Because there really haven’t been any good literary works in the past decade or so.

and so.

An ancient poem like this one by Jiang Chen suddenly appeared in front of them.

It made them all feel a sense of unreality.

This is a piece that should not appear in this era.

Wang Zhenhua also asked in a low voice: "Xiao Jiang, did you really write this poem?"

Jiang Chen did not speak, but continued to hold the brush and write his name below - Jiang Chen!
Then, he looked up at Qin Hanming and Wang Zhenhua, nodded affirmatively and said, "Yes, I wrote this by chance. I received this poem as a gift from Mr. Qin today, so I will repay Mr. Qin with this poem."

The muscles on Qin Hanming's face trembled slightly with excitement, and he said hurriedly: "Thank you, thank you! This, this, this poem is too precious."

Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, Su Haijun, and He Xianzhang all showed a trace of envy on their faces, and they all wanted to get this painting of "Merciful Farmers" written by Jiang Chen himself.

They are all bigwigs in the cultural circle and have a keen sense of smell. They can foresee that with Jiang Chen's attainments in calligraphy, he will definitely become famous in the calligraphy world in the future. Coupled with this above-average five-character ancient poem, this authentic five-character ancient poem by Jiang Chen will definitely be an extremely valuable calligraphy collection in the future.

If it was written by Su Haijun, they would not care so much, because Su Haijun's calligraphy level is still a bit lacking, and he does not have any original good works to support him.

This authentic calligraphy by Jiang Chen is definitely a collectible item.

In the new generation cultural circle, it is almost impossible to find a young generation whose works are worth collecting, which makes Jiang Chen's works even more rare.

Qin Hanming: "I will definitely frame it and hang it in the middle of the lobby outside."

Jiang Chen didn't care: "As long as you are happy! Well, I have finished writing, and I have accepted your things. I will take my leave today and will come to bother you again when I have the chance."

As he said that, Jiang Chen said goodbye and nodded slightly to Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, Li Hui, He Xianzhang, and Su Haijun.

Wang Zhenhua and Li Hui both seemed to be hesitant to speak, and it was obvious that they did not want to let Jiang Chen leave so easily. However, there were so many people here that they could not say what they wanted to say.

He Xianzhang and Su Haijun, the master and disciple, also nodded politely to Jiang Chen at this time.

Qin Hanming took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and said to Jiang Chen: "Old Jiang, wait a minute!"

After saying that, Qin Hanming turned around and ran out, directly into the inner room. After a while, he ran out again, holding two simple boxes in his hands and handed them to Jiang Chen: "Here, this is my gift to you! To be honest, I really like your calligraphy, and it will definitely have a good value in the future. I guess the stationery I gave you is not worth your calligraphy."

"I'll give you two more gifts as compensation. A blank seal and a box of ink. When you write in the future, you can just put the seal on it instead of writing your own name. This way your work will be more complete."

Jiang Chen saw the two things Qin Hanming handed over. Just by looking at the box, he knew they were not ordinary items. He immediately refused and said, "No, Mr. Qin! You are too polite. I can't accept this. My handwriting is not valuable."

Qin Hanming immediately turned serious and said angrily, "Don't say that! Every word you write is very valuable. There are no young calligraphers with your accomplishments anymore. You have to remember that the words you write are not only your own, but also part of China's cultural heritage. Every word has its value."

"You keep these two things!"

He Xianzhang, who was standing next to him, also said to Jiang Chen: "Xiao Jiang, we are all old. You young people are the future inheritors of Chinese culture. President Li is right. Your calligraphy skills are very high. In the future, we may have to rely on you to promote Chinese calligraphy. So every word you write does not represent yourself."

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, unable to refute.

Because he felt that the two old gentlemen were right.

Nowadays, with materialism running rampant, the pace of life is too fast, and life is stressful. There are fewer and fewer young people who have the time and patience to practice calligraphy and other Chinese cultural heritage. If this continues, these cultural heritages will only decline.

He suddenly felt his shoulders become much heavier.

Wang Zhenhua said softly, "Xiao Jiang, keep it! This is a chicken blood seal that Lao Qin has collected for many years. When I wanted to buy it, he was reluctant to give it to me! The ink is the famous West Lake ink, which is not available on the market. It was also a tribute used by the emperor in the past. A box starts at at least 100,000 yuan."

When Jiang Chen heard this, he waved his hands and said, "It's so expensive, I can't take it!"

Qin Hanming frowned and stuffed two boxes directly into Jiang Chen's hands: "If you don't want to accept them, then you can leave all these things and take your two calligraphy pieces with you!"

Jiang Chen's face was suddenly filled with helplessness. He certainly couldn't do this, otherwise he would completely offend Qin Hanming and everyone else here.

Although he was not familiar with Qin Hanming, he could tell that Qin Hanming was definitely not making money by opening this store. Instead, he really liked calligraphy and other traditional Chinese culture. The stationery given to him had a market value of at least hundreds of thousands. Although he did not know the specific price of the chicken blood seal, he also knew that ordinary chicken blood seals would cost more than tens of thousands, and it would be normal for a better chicken blood seal to cost tens of millions!

The total price of this set is estimated to be over a million, but I gave it to him directly.

Although Jiang Chen knew that his calligraphy was of a very high standard, he did not think that his calligraphy was worth a million, so Qin Hanming really wanted to give him something.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Chen could only accept Qin Hanming's gift: "Thank you, Mr. Qin!"

Qin Hanming: "I call you Lao Jiang, and you call me Lao Qin. We will be friends from now on. We are equals!"

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Okay, Lao Qin."

Wang Zhenhua looked at the two of them with some envy. He envied Qin Hanming for getting the original copy of "Minnong" written by Jiang Chen, and he also envied Jiang Chen for getting the whole set of stationery, including Hu brush, Tao inkstone, Su ink, chicken blood seal, West Lake ink pad, and the top-quality Xuan paper which was supplied in limited quantities every year!
Both sides are winners.

They were the only ones watching the show, staring in vain.

Qin Hanming immediately invited Jiang Chen to stay for dinner: "Let's have lunch together at noon. Come often in the future. I'm usually in the store. This is where I chat and drink tea with some old friends."

Jiang Chen shook his head: "Forget about the meal. Thank you, Lao Qin. I may not have time to come often in the future. I will leave the Magic City tomorrow and I have to go back to pack my things."

Qin Hanming's eyes widened: "Leaving tomorrow? When will you be back?"

Jiang Chen sighed: "I don't know, maybe he won't come back."

Qin Hanming was even more puzzled: "Why didn't you come back?"

Jiang Chen: "I was laid off by the company!"

There was an eerie silence in the room again.

Wang Zhenhua and Li Hui got a general idea of ​​Jiang Chen's information yesterday.

But Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang and Su Haijun just found out about it. They all looked at Jiang Chen with strange expressions, and then looked at the words and ancient poems written by Jiang Chen!

They were full of doubts...

You still need to go to work?
Will you still be laid off?

All the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw the appearance of the three people.

(End of this chapter)