50,000 yuan, not to mention for an unknown calligraphy lover, in addition to the masterpieces of contemporary first-line masters, some ordinary works, this is the price. However, Huang Mingchuan paid a fixed price, and directly paid 50,000 yuan, which made Wang Dashan even more dumbfounded.

Huang Mingchuan took out a pair of white gloves from the pocket of his tunic suit, put them on tremblingly, slowly picked up the calligraphy, and said with some trembling: "Wei Bei can write to such a realm, and Huang has only seen it in his life. ”

Gu Qin on the side picked up the camera, photographed Grandpa Zhong Yue's works from different angles, picked up the pen, and began to write the manuscript again.

Wang Dashan swallowed his saliva and patted Zhong Yue with his hand.

"What are you waiting for, hurry up and sell it!"

50,000 yuan, for the people in the poor ravine, is simply a windfall, even Wang Dashan is moved.

Zhong Yue shook his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, these words are not for sale." ”

Wang Dashan hurriedly pulled Zhong Yue aside and said softly: "Silly you, your grandfather is not famous, others will definitely not pay such a high price, and these calligraphy masters are willing to pay such unjust money, what are you still doing with a shelf? 50,000 yuan, you go to work outside, how many days will it take to earn it back?"

"Haha, Huang Lao, this kid is not sensible, since you want it, you must cut love, cut love. ”

"Not for sale. Zhong Yue directly vetoed.

Even Gu Qin, who was still shooting, put down the camera and turned his head to look. 50,000 yuan, this price should be very high, the old calligrapher of the city's calligraphy association, the pen fee for this foot is only one or two thousand, such a two-foot work, the top of the sky is capped at 5,000, 50,000 is not sold?

"Mr. Huang, I'm sorry. This is the only few words left by my grandfather, when the four old ones were broken, a lot of them were burned, and now there are these old works left, so I am reluctant to sell. ”

Huang Mingchuan glanced at Zhong Yue with appreciation, it is rare to be able not to be tempted by money, such a young man has such a heart.

"Perhaps, if it weren't for the lack of age, I would have liked to receive your grandfather's masterpiece into the cultural center. ”

Gu Qin on the side reminded, "Huang Lao, isn't the Cultural Center planning an exhibition ......of works by modern masters?

"That's right, Xiao Qin, if you don't say it, I forgot, in this way, this old gentleman Zhong's masterpiece, Zhong Yue, do you think you can borrow it from the city for a few months, so that it won't make the pearl dusty, what do you say?"

Zhong Yue recalled how much his father and grandfather wanted to revive the Zhong family's calligraphy when they were alive, but they couldn't get it, and finally ended up hiding in this ravine, so it was a good thing that his grandfather's works could appear in front of everyone.

"This is doable, but Mr. Huang has to keep these words for me, don't lose them. ”

Zhong Yue also knew that if the city kicked each other's balls at that time, you didn't care about me either, he lost this thing, who to reason with.

"Rest assured, it's absolutely fine. The market value of your grandfather's words may not be so large, celebrity calligraphy and painting, looking at the penmanship is secondary, mainly looking at the age, fame and survival. In this exhibition, all of them are famous calligraphers in the province, so they are all insiders, so I want to make your grandfather's works see the light of day. ”

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "Then you can pick three of these six characters to exhibit." ”

Huang Mingchuan said with a smile: "It's really extravagant to hang like this! You, hurry up and find a camphor box, put a few packets of bamboo charcoal and mothballs in it, and collect this book." When the rainy weather in Huizhou comes, there is a lot of damage to the quality of the work. ”

"Oh, that's right...... Thank you Mr. Huang for your advice. ”

"Township chief, the pumping machine is here, why are you working now?"

Outside the house, Wang De's broken gong voice suddenly came.

Wang Dashan smiled: "Let's go out and have a look." ”

……

The pump whined, and the water from the well was slowly pumped into the bucket, and soon, shining with a flashlight, I could already see a corner of the stele.

"It's really amazing, Ah Yue, your father used to sneak into the well to read the inscription?" Wang Dashan asked with some disbelief.

Zhong Yue shook his head and said, "There are rubbings." ”

Huang Mingchuan was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned his head and said: "If there is a rubbing, don't say it earlier, we don't have to spend so much effort, just show me the rubbing, and you will know if it is valuable." ”

There are also a lot of existing Wei monuments, and there are many in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, but the good and the bad are uneven. Some of the poorly written, naturally in addition to the age of the cultural relics themselves, but the rest of the value is not large, but such as "Sima Shao's Epitaph of the Northern Wei Dynasty", "Zhang Menglong Tablet", these fine Wei tablets, are enough to be called the treasure of the town hall.

"If I had taken it out before, my father confessed before he died, and all the rubbings would be cremated with him. ”

“……”

"This old bell is really, his temper is too stubborn, the stele is not for people to see, and this rubbing is not kept for anyone, alas!"

Wang Dashan gasped angrily, his hands crossed his waist, and it seemed that the water had to be pumped.

Zhong Yue was also very curious, what ulterior secrets of the Zhong family were hidden in this stone stele. He had also seen the rubbings of the stele before, and although it was exquisite, he couldn't see any clues. The authenticity of the stone stele, he really hasn't seen it in the well, even his father, it seems that he hasn't seen it in the well.

Listening to his father, only his grandfather, when he felt that calligraphy was a great achievement, went down to see this tablet, but after seeing it, his spirit collapsed, and he died not long after.

This adds a sense of mystery to this Xuanwu Town Water Monument that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Zhong family.

As the stele gradually surfaced, Zhong Yue came back to his senses and said, "Uncle Wang, Mr. Huang, I want to go down to have a look first, and when it is safe, you can go down again." ”

"It's okay, Xiao Yue, you remember, don't use your strength to move the stele, it's been so old, although the possibility of wind erosion under the water is small, but it's better to be careful, if the stele is broken, it will be a big loss." ”

With his grandfather's divine relationship, Huang Mingchuan also became close to Zhong Yue, thinking that this kid had a good character, and he was also smiling, thinking in his heart, it was really valuable, and if he wanted to move this monument, he could also rub some human face.

When the water was almost pumped, Huang Mingchuan immediately stopped and said: "That's it, it's almost like this, such a stone tablet at the bottom of the well, I'm worried that it will collapse if the water is drained, and it is enough to expose half of the tablet." ”

Zhong Yue on the side had already tied a thick hemp rope around his waist, and the security director of the township took a few five big and three thick men to pull the rope and test the sturdiness.

"Ah Yue, let's go down the well. With a few of us carrying ropes, it shouldn't be a big problem. ”

Zhong Yue tightened his waist, nodded a little nervously, and stepped into the well with one foot.

Ah San and the hairy dog in the township stood happily by the well and said with a smile: "Ah Yue, stick to the well, stand steady." ”

The weight on his body was tied to the hemp rope around his waist, and Zhong Yue felt that his whole stomach was panicked, until he slowly lowered his feet into the water, and relied on the buoyancy of the well water, he felt relieved.

Wang Dashan's echoing cry came from the mouth of the well.

"Ah Yue, is it deep enough?"

Zhong Yue looked down at the moss-stained stone tablet and said, "Come down a little more." ”

"And now?"

"Come down a little more. ”

When Zhong Yue's squeaky nest was already on the surface of the water, he finally felt something stepped on the soles of his feet, and looked at the stone tablet with the searchlight helmet that the hairy dog had used to be a miner.

However, when his hand touched the stele, the soles of his feet suddenly stepped into the air, and the steles that surfaced suddenly broke off and slammed into his head!

……

The way of penmanship, Cai Yong's Cui Ai and female Cai Wenji, Wen Ji's Zhong Xuan, Zhong Xuan's Wei's wife, Mrs. Wei's biography, Wang Xi's biography of Wang Xizhi, Wang Xi's biography of Wang Xianzhi, Xi Chao, Xie Zhuo, Wang Xian's nephew Yang Xin, Yang Xin's biography of Wang Shengqian, Wang Shengqian's Xiao Ziyun, Ruan Yan, Kong Linzhi, Xiao Ziyun's biography of Zhiyong, Zhiyong's Yu Shinan, Shinan Chuan, awarded to Ouyang Xun, Chu Suiliang.

And then again.

Now I met Zhong Xuan's descendants, and passed it on.

Hope it will be passed on forever!

……

When Inoue saw such a thrilling scene, he was so frightened that Wang Dashan's face turned pale!

"Ah Yue!"

"Zhong Yue!"

……