Zheng Banqiao liked to write poems and inscriptions, but seeing nothing on the walls, he asked the old man why there were no calligraphy and paintings. The old man said: I have a very high vision, and it is difficult for ordinary people to catch my eye. Only Zheng Banqiao of Yangzhou is good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, but it is a pity that a word of it is rare for a lot of money. Banqiao smiled and said: "What's the problem? I am none other than Zheng Xie, the Taoist Banqiao." Regardless of whether he is a peddler, a pawn or a boy pulling a cart, if you want something, there will be a painting. It's just that I don't like those who do evil things, those who are rich and unkind, and those who bully the people as officials. Since I have a good relationship with the old gentleman, I am willing to write a few more paintings and ask for his elegance and correctness. So I painted a little bit and painted one after another. Finally, the old man reported his name. Zheng Banqiao said in shock: This is not the name of a big local salt merchant. The old man sighed: There are many people in the world who value names. I will be nearly seventy years old and have this name for a long time. Unfortunately, I will give birth to a younger generation. It seems that my name is good, and it has the same character as me, Mr. Banqiao. The clear ones will become clear, and the turbid ones will become turbid. That being the case, it’s okay not to mention it. When Zheng Banqiao heard this, he became very angry, so he wrote his own nickname on every calligraphy and painting. So they bowed and said goodbye.