Evening.

Siyu's house is very lively.

There were a lot of people in the small courtyard at once, and Chen's mother was very pleased, for many years, her family rarely came to this place.

Shen Canglang's eyes couldn't leave Siyu for a moment, and those painters chatted with Chen's mother very closely.

To his surprise, he thought that Chen's mother would cook, but he didn't expect it to be Siyu.

Mother Chen could also see that the second son of Shen was almost all on Siyu, so she hurriedly went to the kitchen to replace Siyu.

"Girl, come, let me cook! You go and talk to Shen Gongzi for a while! ”

Chen's mother untied Siyu's scarf and forced her out of the kitchen.

Siyu was a little worried, and hurriedly told her mother: "The steamed bowls of plum cabbage and meat on the drawer are about to be ready, remember to open them and add water!"

"Okay, don't worry, your brother will give me a hand, it's okay!"

Mother Chen had an expression of nonchalance.

Siyu had no choice but to get out of the kitchen and ran into Shen Canglang head-on.

The kitchen was smoky, and Siyu's pretty face was dyed with a black smoke, which made her skin better than snow.

It made Shen Ergongzi feel a little distressed even more.

"Second son Shen, please go back to the house and use tea, our countryside people can't come up with anything to entertain you, but this tea is forsythia picked in Fenglong Mountain, and it can be regarded as a must, people in the capital may not have tasted it!"

"Really? No wonder this tea is very fragrant, slightly bitter in the mouth, but sweet in taste! ”

The two were talking, and when they entered the hall, they heard a snort, billowing white smoke coming out of the kitchen, and Chen's mother shouted: "Siyu, how to kill this chicken!"

Siyu was helpless, showed humility to Shen Gongzi, and went into the kitchen again.

This scene surprised him, and he thought to himself, this Chen's mother didn't know how to cook, which was strange.

Chen's mother even humbly went out of the kitchen, and when she saw that Shen Ergongzi was here, she hurriedly beckoned: "Leave the kitchen to her, come, go into the house and rest."

Shen Canglang had no choice but to watch his Xiao Siyu tie up a small scarf that made him feel distressed and go into the smoky kitchen.

Mother Chen saw that his eyes were always inseparable from Siyu, and she said to him very humbly: "Second son Shen, the kitchen is inseparable from her, the meal will be fine for a while, she will come in a while!"

"Okay!"

Shen Canglang followed her into the hall.

Sure enough, as Chen's mother said, Siyu's house is really surrounded by four walls, and there is not a single decent piece of furniture.

The four painters who accompanied him did not have enough chairs in the room, but three of them stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Fortunately, at this time, Siyu's younger brother, Yunzhi, Grandma Wang, and her eldest son, Da Niu, moved two large tables and several chairs to alleviate the embarrassment.

After everyone sat down, Mother Chen hurriedly called Grandma Wang and her son, and greeted: "Thank you so much for what happened that day, your son Da Niu, why don't you sit down together and eat here!"

Grandma Wang's mother and son saw Chen's mother's warm invitation, but they couldn't refuse, so they also sat down.

Shen Canglang also heard that the situation that day was also very dangerous, if it wasn't for the Siyu family's temporary scraping together enough money, I am afraid that it would have been robbed by the Zuo family.

However, there was always a doubt haunting him in his heart, he only lent Siyu 6,000 taels of silver, how could he make up enough for the remaining 4,000 taels of silver?

Moreover, just a few days later, even his six thousand taels of silver were returned, which surprised him a lot.

Inside and out, this is 10,000 taels of silver, not even ten days, how did she make up enough?

Huge doubts lingered in his heart, making him unhappy in his heart, but seeing so many people today, he couldn't ask Chen's mother in person, so he had to find an excuse to call Chen's mother aside.

"I want to see the handwriting that Siyu usually practices!"

As he spoke, he took out several covers from his bosom, all of which were thin gold.

Zhang Zhangtie draws a silver hook, sharp edge, handwriting like crane legs, the style is extremely elegant, but it does not lose its shape and bones, and it seems to hide the taste of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

As soon as these handwriting sheets were taken out, they immediately attracted four painters from Taizhou University, who came to appreciate them one by one and were amazed.

"Oh, this, this thin gold practice is very good, quite gist!"

"Hey, these are quite famous!"

"Come and see, this one is quite similar to the handwriting of the abolished emperor of the previous dynasty!"

The four painters quickly picked out one of the dozens of covers in Shen Gongzi's collection.

It was only then that Shen Canglang noticed that the handwriting on this cover was indeed different from the others, and it was even harder.

However, the handwriting is a little weaker, otherwise it is more beautiful.

At this time, Chen's mother coughed, and when he looked sideways, he found that her face was pale and seemed to be panicked.

He wondered in his heart, what was going on?

Yun Zhi hurriedly went to pour a cup of hot water for Chen's mother, and Grandma Wang and Da Niu took care of Chen's mother, and it took a long time before the cough eased slightly, but her expression became a little indifferent.

Shen Canglang was puzzled, but fortunately, Chen's mother greeted her warmly later, and took out a stack of hairpin flowers that Siyu usually practiced, wanting to attract their attention.

Helplessly, Zhuyu was in front, and the four painters only cared about looking around at the dozens of thin gold to get the cover font.

"This one, this, and this one, that one, these four are more stylish, and they are definitely written by another person!"

The conclusion of this conclusion surprised Shen Canglang even more.

Although he usually practiced the thin gold body, he didn't see that there were four of them, which came from other people's hands.

Is there anyone else in the Siyu family? It really intrigued him.

"Aunt Chen, these four can't be written by your son Yunzhi, right?"

Shen Canglang asked in surprise.

However, he was surprised by the answer.

I saw Chen's mother replied very lightly: "I wrote these four by myself."

Such a calm sentence was like a pebble thrown into a pool of still water, causing everyone to exclaim.

"Ouch, I can't see it, old sister-in-law, these four thin gold bodies were actually written by you."

"Why don't you write one on the spot and let us open our eyes?"

The four painters looked at this sick old woman in disbelief, and couldn't believe that such a charming character was actually written by her.

They coaxed together, wanting Chen's mother to practice this word, they really couldn't believe that it came from her hand this time.

Shen Canglang also wanted to see how Chen's mother wrote such a charming character, and he was also very curious.

He asked extremely respectfully: "Aunt Chen, you see that everyone's hospitality is difficult, if your body allows, do you want to ......?"

"It's rare for everyone to value it so much! So, I'll ask for a word! ”

Mother Chen didn't wait for him to finish, so she sent Yunzhi to prepare paper, pencils, and inkstones.

"Please don't laugh at it, I haven't learned to read for a long time."

"Where, where."

"I don't hesitate to teach."

The four painters were also extremely curious, and they really couldn't imagine that this old woman wearing a coarse cloth dress and a sickly face could really write an extremely difficult thin gold.

Soon, the paper, pen, and inkstone were all prepared one by one and laid out on the table, but the conditions were limited and the paper was not large, but this did not prevent Chen's mother from practicing a few Chinese letters.

"What to write?"

Mother Chen looked at Shen Canglang with inquiring eyes, and there was a hint of cunning in her smile.

"But if I talk about it, it will inevitably set up a framework, which will hinder your limited state of mind, and you will be free to sway!"

The four painters who said Shen Canglang said this sincerely expressed their admiration.

"That's right, Second Master Shen, you are too right in what you said."

"If Nuo sets up a set first, it is inevitable that he will be restrained, and once his heart is restricted, the words he writes will inevitably be a little more ingenious."

"That's it, that's it, please sister-in-law, you play as you like. Feel free to write. ”

The four painters and Shen Canglang let Chen's mother take the title at will and splash ink at will.

After hearing this, Chen's mother pondered for a while, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that there was a tea bowl on the table that they had used, and the residual tea in the tea bowl was cold, and she suddenly had an idea in her heart.

But I saw that Chen's mother's pen sank and penetrated the back of the paper.

It's a pity that when she writes, she seems to be lacking in breath, this is what she forced herself to cough, and the word behind it, the last drawing, has been written.

After throwing down the pen, she coughed again, almost out of breath, and Shen Canglang and the painters were very uncomfortable.

When Shen Canglang went to see the word, he was slightly shocked in his heart, and the four words written on the blank paper were "People go to tea and cool".

Several painters gathered around to take a look, and they were also surprised, today is a festive day, how can this old lady write these four words.

However, looking at the handwriting again, the comparison with the first four is indeed from her alone.

It's a pity that these four words are also anticlimactic, and the last stroke, the cool word, is a bit sloppy.

Suddenly, a man shouted in amazement, and shouted the two words "dry white" in his mouth, so that everyone drew their attention to those four words together.

Sure enough, these four words are even more different from the previous four, and these four words are actually white.

This is exactly what surprised them!

I didn't expect that there was a seriously ill old woman in this rural place, who would be proficient in using the technique of withering white.

Dry white is a common technique in cursive writing, and now this technique is combined with thin gold font, which makes these four characters more unique.

The cool words in the back, if it weren't for that little bit of Chen's mother, it would really be a little unsupportable, if it was more perfect, then these four words would be superb.

People walk the tea and cool, leaving the four characters dry and white, which is even more desolate.

A chill hit everyone's hearts, although I don't understand why Chen's mother wrote these four words, as if she has seen through the world, people are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold.

This also made Shen Canglang on the side more and more unable to see through Siyu's mother, and he felt more and more that the old woman in front of him was full of mysteries.

Coupled with the previous 10,000 taels of silver, the inexplicable return made this family full of mysteries.

He was really a little unsure, what kind of family was Siyu's family, how, so many contradictory things happened to their family.

He really couldn't figure it out, and at this moment, Siyu said softly, "Can you serve the food?"