Chapter 155 Small Idea

Tang Miaomiao smiled. The reaction of Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng was to be expected. No calligrapher and painter would be indifferent when they heard this news. This is one of the most famous types of paper. The real production method has been lost. In other words, the imitations in the market are far from being as good as the original ones. As masters of calligraphy and painting, Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng, of course, have much higher requirements for paper than ordinary people. Whether there is good paper is directly related to the quality of calligraphy and painting works. For example, the characters they use now are both specially made. They can be used directly after they are made by real masters. It is completely impossible to find them on the market, but even if That's right, due to various reasons, when the current masters are making paper, they are still far from the quality of the ancient famous paper, such as Chengxintang paper, just a word like this is already enough. Countless people have been stumped, and the ones produced so far have not been recognized by everyone.

"Bring it here and show us!"

"quick!"

"Quickly bring it here and show us!"

Zhao Sheng couldn't wait, and everyone was already rushing out. Even if he was a calligrapher and painter with such a high status, he had only seen it in the classics collected by the museum, and they were all filled with words. There are no blanks at all. Now if there is, it must be blank. If it is true, it is really big.

Mao Peng didn't speak, he just walked out, he had to see it as soon as possible.

"Don't run away, two old gentlemen, be careful and pay attention to safety!"

Song Yun was taken aback when he saw Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng running straight away. Both of them are very old, and their legs and feet are not easy. Don't do anything just to look at a piece of paper, it will be troublesome.

Song Yun quickly took two steps forward, and directly reached out to stop Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng.

"What are you doing!?"

"Step aside!"

"Don't get in our way!"

Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng jumped in anger, but they had nothing to do. The two old men together couldn't carry Song Yun, and they were stopped at once.

Peng Guo reacted at this time and hurried over to help, and finally managed to persuade Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng to come down. Even so, he was in a hurry when he went downstairs, and he couldn't control his excitement at all.

Seeing this, Song Yun and Peng Guo had no choice but to support one by one.

Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng went downstairs and saw a scroll on the table next to the sofa. This time it was even more incredible, and they wanted to run wild with their feet.

Song Yun and Peng Guo pulled hard on the two old men.

"I'm so pissed off! What the hell are you guys doing? I'm not old enough to walk!"

"Let go now! Let go now! It's not polite at all!"

Zhao Sheng and Mao Peng were really anxious, but their strength was too far behind Song Yun and Peng Guo.

Song Yun and Peng Guo simply sat down on the sofa with Zhao Sheng and Mao Peng supported, and then opened the scroll and handed it to them.

Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng were both holding the end of the scroll. At this time, they could no longer be angry. The eyes of the two were half attracted by magnets, and they were staring at the opened scroll.

"what do you think?"

"should be no problem!"

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"The quality of this paper is really good!"

"that's right!"

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"As expected of the golden millet paper, the Song Dynasty is 1,000 years old, and this kind of thing still looks as clean as new, it's amazing!"

"It's not rotten for a thousand years! It turns out that this kind of paper really exists in the world!"

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"I don't know what it feels like to write on this kind of paper?"

"Does it need to be said? It must be super invincible!"

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Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng murmured while watching, as if there was no one else, they had already entered another world.

Tang Miaomiao drank tea slowly, knowing that Mao Peng and Zhao Sheng would definitely not end in a while.

Song Yun sat on the sofa, drinking tea like Tang Miaomiao.

Peng Guo was not calm at all. He sat up for a while and then stood up. It seemed that after walking a few steps, he sat down again. Although he was not the top painter and calligrapher, he was already a little famous, and he was even more of a proud disciple of Mao Peng. , the only difference in speaking is the heat. As long as the calligrapher and painter have a strong desire for good paper, he suddenly found out that one is his teacher, and the other is an old senior of the same level as his teacher. , especially considering their usual style of doing things, they will never let go when they see good things, these papers have nothing to do with themselves.