Liu Gongquan was brilliant when he was a child. He loved calligraphy and wrote well. He often shows off in front of others, always thinking that he writes well. One day, Liu Gongquan and several friends held a "reading club". When an old man selling tofu saw it, he thought the child was too proud and frowned and said, "This word is not well written, just like my tofu, it is soft and flat. Is it worth boasting in front of people? " Hearing this, Hsiao Kung chuan said unhappily, "Write some words for me if you can."
The old man smiled and said, "I dare not, I dare not. I am a clown and can't write well. " However, some people write with their feet much better than you! Go to the city if you don't believe me. "
The next day, Xiao Gongquan got a vigil and went to town alone. As soon as he entered the city, he saw many people gathered around a big locust tree. He squeezed into the crowd and saw a black and thin old man who had lost his arms, barefoot, sitting on the ground, with his left foot pressing paper and his right foot holding a pen, writing couplets with ease, and winning applause from the onlookers.
Xiao Gongquan knelt down in front of the old man and said, "I would like to worship you as a teacher, please tell me the secret of writing ..." The old man quickly pulled Xiao Gongquan up with his feet and said, "I was born without hands, so I had to live by my feet. How can I be a teacher? " Xiao Gongquan begged, and the old man spread a piece of paper on the ground and wrote a few words with his right foot: "Write eight jars of water, and the inkstone is dyed black;" When you win hundreds of parents, you will get a twins. "
Liu Gongquan kept the old man's words in mind and worked hard to practice calligraphy. Thick cocoons were ground on the hands and the elbows were patched layer by layer. After hard training, Liu Gongquan finally became a famous calligrapher in China.