How to tell a joke? Tang Bohu commanded Chou-heung.

Tang Bohu is a famous wit in Jiangnan. You must have seen the story of him ordering Chou-heung in the play. However, when I told this story, he didn't have any autumn fragrance yet!

On one occasion, Tang Bohu was sitting in a boat watching the scenery, and the boat fell into the river. He told the boatman to stop rowing and let the boat go with the flow.

It was midsummer and it was very hot. The boatman put down his paddle, took a fan out of his pocket and sat down to have a rest.

The boatman's fan is a blank sheet of paper. Tang Bohu looked at it regretfully and felt the fly in the ointment, because you know, Tang Bohu was a painter.

He said to the boatman, "Your fan is very windy, but it's a pity that it's blank and tasteless."

When the boatman heard Tang Bohu say this, he smiled and pushed the boat: "A blank piece of paper is waiting for you to draw!"

Tang Bohu unpacked, took out the inkstone and brush, ground the ink with river water, and then took the fan from the boatman. Just thinking about painting something, some sparrows flew up in the tree by the river. Tang Bohu smiled and picked up a pen: "The sparrow flies from today, and the sparrow feathers are cold, so you can draw it."

The boatman watched him draw a ball of ink and another ball of ink on the white sector with a brush. After a while, he drew seven black ink balls.

The more the boatman looked at it, the more distressed and angry he became: "I asked you to draw, but you used it to draw a ball!" " You are not a three-year-old child, so why spoil my good white fan? "

Tang Bohu looked smug and felt guilty after hearing this: "Look again, is it really not to your liking?"

The boatman covered his eyes with anger and couldn't bear to look closely: "I don't like it. You have stained my good fan. Give me one back quickly!" " "

"Nothing, nothing, you don't like it, I'll take them away."

Tang Bohu put down his pen, held an ink ball with his forefinger, slowly pushed it aside, pushed it to the fan, and vigorously brushed it off. "Hoo-hoo", I saw a small sparrow rolling out of the fan, falling into the water and flying away.

Tang Bohu drew seven ink balls on the fan, which turned out to be seven sparrows, one after another. They all look vivid, more beautiful and vivid than real sparrows.

The boatman was dumbfounded. His eyes were open and his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't say a word or move, as if he had become a statue and solidified in an instant.

Tang Bohu dusted off one dust after another. In a short time, the seven sparrows painted on the fan were all swept off the water, flapping their wings and flying with water, mixed with the birds on the river and flew into the unrecognizable green trees.

Only then did the boatman realize that the painting just now was a rare treasure, and he was so anxious that he rubbed his hands and stamped his feet: "Alas! Alas! Alas! It's all my fault that I didn't pay attention. The next seven have all flown-please draw some more, son! "

"Don't paint, good scenery is in the process of creation." Tang Bohu accepted the pen and inkstone, returned the white paper fan to the boatman, stopped talking and continued to look at the scenery.

When Zhou Zi picked up the white paper fan and fanned the wind again, he heard the "squeak" sound of sparrows flying freely in the wind.