"Alright, one by one." Jingzhe spoke without lifting his head, his pen in motion.
"Jingzhe, your handwriting is truly beautiful," said Mrs. Zhang with a smile.
"Of course, otherwise how could Jingzhe be a child student."
"Even the scholarly administrator praised Jingzhe's calligraphy."
The villagers began to discuss how beautiful Gu Jingzhe's calligraphy was. Although not many people in the village could read, everyone just felt that Gu Jingzhe's handwriting was outstanding. From praising his beautiful handwriting to admiring his handsome looks, they flattered Gu Jingzhe so much that he almost couldn't hold his pen steady.
Tong Huaqiong had a direct impression of Gu Jingzhe's handwriting, comparable to the works of calligraphers she's admired in museums in the future.
No wonder in Tong Dajiao's memory, in a past life, Gu Jingzhe's calligraphy and paintings were sought after by everyone in Shengjing. Some were even willing to pay a fortune for his works.
