Seeing Zhong Yue's embarrassed appearance, Huang Mingchuan behind him spoke, "Township Chief Wang, didn't you say okay, this time we came to talk in a friendly manner, why did you lose your temper again?" Zhong Yue, don't worry, we have no malicious intentions here, and without your permission, we will never move this monument." But can we let us go in and take a look, the old man has also studied Wei Bei a little, and it is not a problem to determine the dynasty. ”

Zhong Yue secretly thought that his father had studied all his life, but he had not studied any famous hall, if he really died on a stone tablet in his life, it would not be worth it, let this old calligrapher see, maybe he could really see what a famous hall was, so he agreed: "Okay." ”

"That's right, this is the general idea!" Wang Dashan's tense expression was immediately sent down, as long as Zhong Yue didn't admit death, there was still a way.

Huang Mingchuan also smiled slightly: "Then take the liberty of bothering." ”

Several people stepped into the courtyard of the Zhong family. Gu Qin carried the leather bag on one shoulder, and also looked curiously, this somewhat strange Tibetan stele house located in the ravine.

"Ah Yue, tell Huang Lao, what kind of name is this monument in your family? ”

Zhong Yue also knew very little about this stele at home, only knew that it was very old, but if he really wanted him to say something, he couldn't say anything, so he could only shake his head and say, "I don't know very well." ”

"It's okay, I'll take a closer look later. Huang Mingchuan's face was a little irrepressible with excitement, for calligraphy lovers, a beautiful Wei monument is a huge attraction for them.

The calligraphy world respects the ancient and the ancient, the Wei stele can peek into the old style of the Han and Qin dynasties, and the Sui and Tang dynasties can be observed under it.

Zhong Yue led people around his house and arrived at an ancient well at the back of the small courtyard.

Wang Dashan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Ah Yue, what are you bringing us here to do?"

Gu Qin on the side also looked around, but did not see the so-called Wei Monument.

Zhong Yue temporarily took off the white cloth on his head and said, "The tablet is at the bottom of the well." ”

"This ......"

The director of the women's federation in the township who followed behind was also stunned, "No wonder when we came over, we were all empty several times, and the monument of feelings was hidden under the well." ”

Huang Mingchuan leaned to the well, looked at it and frowned, "This stele stone has not been exposed, how should I look at this?"

"How else can you see it, naturally go down to the well to see, the front of this inscription can only accommodate one person, so if this old gentleman wants to see it, he can only go into the water himself. ”

Wang Dashan's face changed, and he said: "How can this be! Huang is already very old, if something goes wrong with this water, how can we afford it? In my opinion, it is better to ask someone to hang up the stone tablet under the well." ”

"No!" Zhong Yue immediately refused.

Wang Dashan frowned and said, "Why not?"

"The base of the stele is a Xuanwu, my father said, once the Xuanwu is moved, the whole well will collapse, and then this stele will be damaged, Uncle Wang, Mr. Huang, you don't want to see this scene. ”

Huang Mingchuan, who was sitting on the chair on the side, said with a beard: "This can't be forced, I think so, Dashan, there is always a pumping machine for irrigating rice fields in your township, first pump the well water up, I will look at the value of this Wei tablet, if the inscription on the top is not of great value, it will not be able to trouble others." ”

Wang Dashan's eyes lit up.

"It's still Huang Lao who thinks thoughtfully. Ade, go and bring the water pump and the water bucket in the village, and pump the water from this well first. ”

The security director in the back immediately ran back. Huang Mingchuan saw that there were still a few words hanging in the back of the room, and immediately stood up and asked, "Zhong Yue, can the words here be appreciated by the old decay?" Don't worry, there is absolutely no greed. ”

"Huang Lao, look at what you said. Who of us in Huizhou City doesn't know that your old words are a thousand words, and you will still be able to look down on these things?"

Huang Mingchuan stopped again and again, "Don't dare, don't dare, the master is in the people." ”

Zhong Yue knew that most of the words in this house were the handwriting of his grandfather and his father, and they were not enough in these years, and the people were also unknown, so he was naturally not afraid of them coveting them.

Huang Mingchuan walked to a pair of framed characters, stopped and leaned over, "Xi is European style." ”

Wang Dashan joked: "European sports? Impossible! Lao Zhong has been nested in the mountains all his life, and he has never even stepped out of Huizhou, so how can he have ever been to Europe? Huang Lao, are you mistaken?"

As soon as Wang Dashan said this, Zhong Yue and Gu Qin on the side laughed, and even Huang Mingchuan shook his head and said with a smile: "Dashan, the European style I am talking about is the regular script font created by Ouyang Xun in the Tang Dynasty, not what is European or not European. ”

Wang Dashan's embarrassment suddenly appeared, scratching the back of his head and laughing: "The class has an axe, the class has an axe." ”

Huang Mingchuan's attention returned to this calligraphy, and after reading it for a long time, he said slowly: "Looking at the payment, it was written by your father, right?"

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "It's exactly what my father wrote." ”

"Yes, even if it is placed in the book association in our city, only Lao Wei's European physical fitness can be compared. ”

Wang Dashan was taken aback and stammered a little, "No...... No, I think it's average, this ...... Unlikely, right?"

"European style seems simple and easy to use, but it is not easy to really write superbly. Since Ouyang Xun's death, people who imitate European sports in all dynasties and dynasties abound, but there are very few people who can compare with it, and most of them only have its shape but not its charm. Especially in today's era when penmanship is missing, there are very few people who can imitate its shape to the point of being superb. This Mr. Zhong Hu, not only resemblance, but also has the flavor of Ouyang Xun in the charm, if he practices for another ten years, I want to get the provincial book association, no one dares to pat his chest and say that he writes better than him. ”

Wang Dashan's forehead was sweating wildly, he also came to the Zhong family more than once or twice, in the past, when he saw Lao Zhong, he couldn't help but say a few sour words, what kind of peasant's life, he had to do a lot of dancing and writing, Huang Mingchuan said this, wouldn't it be a loss of a talent from the Municipal Book Association!

Huang Mingchuan looked at it one by one, nodded again and again, and continued to praise it in his mouth.

"It's really steep on the side, neat and dull. By the way, Zhong Yue, did your father tell you anything about his calligraphy experience?"

Zhong Yue on the side nodded and said, "I practiced a lot when I was a child, but then I didn't practice for a few years for the college entrance examination." My father said that if you can train the European body to the Wei stele before the age of forty, you can copy the inscription at the bottom of the well. ”

"Do you believe your father's nonsense?"

"No, this ancient Mr. Zhong is right, it seems that he is really a loss. Huang Mingchuan sighed and said, "Ouyang Xun is closer to the Wei Monument in time, and the era is closer to the Wei Monument calligraphy style, Liu Gongquan has reached the late Tang Dynasty, and Tang Kai's law is strict, and strictness to a certain extent will inevitably lead to restraint." However, it is very difficult to train from Ou Ti to Wei Bei, and it seems that this Mr. Zhong has great ambitions. ”

Wang Dashan on the side was stunned, is it really fake?

The so-called layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway. The calligraphy world is inherited in an orderly manner, the calligraphy and painting of the Ming and Qing dynasties are spread a lot, but there are fewer people who copy it, and most of them are on the calligraphy of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Sui and Tang dynasties.

Ouyang Xun is a regular script master who came out of the legacy of the Six Dynasties, and there are many people who copy it.

Huang Mingchuan turned to look at the work on the other side.

"Huang Lao, don't look at it, Zhong Yue's grandfather is a left-hander, and this character must not be as good as his father's. ”

Huang Mingchuan, who was hunched over, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed, "Zhong Yue, I will give 50,000 yuan, can you give me a piece of love for your grandfather's masterpiece?"

As soon as the words fell, the notebook in Wang Dashan's hand slipped to the ground.

Five...... Fifty thousand?