It didn't take much effort for Zhu Fuzi to take down a roll of paper from the carriage. When he came to the small pavilion, he spread the roll of paper on the bookcase in the pavilion.

When it was opened, it was a painting of ink and blue. Ink painting is such a thing, that is, the insider's doorway, and the layman's view is lively. Lin Laoshi is still a little cautious about calligraphy, after all, there was still a class of writing big characters in elementary school, but he didn't have it in his later studies. But I used to be the champion of literature in a province, and the university is a liberal arts, so calligraphy didn't fall too much, but painting! Especially ink painting, Lin Laoshi said that he couldn't understand it and hadn't studied it.

If this painting is put to future generations, it will definitely be an antique! It's expensive! This is not within the scope of Lin Mu's previous life. I have neither possessed nor studied it, so it is normal that I cannot understand the subtlety of it.

I don't have the ability to look at the doorway in the insider, but the layman still has the mood to watch the excitement! This painting is a realistic painting, there is a stream in the upper left corner, down the mountain along the trend, to the lower right corner where the river passes, from far and near, Liangtian Qianmo, is from the distance of abstract art to the real scene, to the lower right corner of the time, to the delicate appearance, the upper right corner is indeed a single peach blossom, facing the wind and drizzle, the bright and abnormal.

After Lin Muzhi glanced at the picture scroll, he had a general understanding. This little girl's skin has just been painted. The mountains are the mountains here, the water is the water here, and the rain has been heavy for several days, and the ink has not yet dried in many places.

Lin Muzhi said with a smile:

"Is that the title of this painting?"

The Master leaned over and replied:

"Yes and no."

Looking at Lin Laoshi's questioning expression, Zhu Fuzi stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and then said:

"Take this person as the subject."

Lin Muzhi took a closer look at the scroll that Zhu Fuzi was pointing to. Get! There is really a villain, dressed in a cloak and wearing a hat, fishing by the river! Okay! Isn't this me, although there is only a back and no face in the painting, but for Lin Laoshi, the face is not important, just don't want it, it doesn't matter much!

In fact, sometimes people who read books are really bad! At this time, Bai Ran, who was outside the pavilion, glanced at another cream student, and the cream student smiled cheaply and nodded slightly.

In addition to a peach blossom in the upper right corner of the painting, between the landscape in the upper left corner of the painting, there is a large blank space for the painter. I think it was this person who painted, and he had left a manuscript in his heart, but he hadn't filled in the words yet, so he used it as a topic for Lin Muzhi at this time.

Who is Lao Shi? Will you be afraid of this? Definitely not! The picture scroll was made of paperweight, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the bookcase were all available for the family to move up. Everything is ready, just wait for the answer.

Lin Laoshi was also unceremonious, and picked up the thickest pen on the pen holder. Stained with ink, I have to dry it without thinking about it!

Lin Laoshi was confident, but some people panicked.

"Presumptuous, Zhu Fuzi's work, are its Rong Er and other unknown people graffiti at will?!"

Don't panic, Bai Ran knows that Lin Muzhi wants to write poetry, but there is no basis for his words, this poem must also be written. Just now when the family put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the bookcase, he made the white-faced Xiaosheng who had seen his eyes move, there was no problem with the ink, and there was actually no problem with the pen, the problem was the material of the pen, which was an authentic wolf.

Many times, people hear that the book business is all about what it is, and the wolf is waved in hand! Is that really the case? The answer is often not like this, most of the brushes are made of wool or horsehair, relatively speaking, the brush made of wolf hair is too hard, because wolves eat meat, so wolf hair will also be particularly hard, and people who can use wolf hair to write, calligraphy skills are very high, and it is difficult for ordinary people to control wolf hair. The force through the back of the paper, but not to say that it is playing, coupled with the immaturity of the papermaking process in this era, the humidity on rainy days, the paper is soft, if you want to write with a wolf, not to mention the force through the back of the paper, the force can wear the paper is not a problem.

So Bai Ran panicked, it was Zhu Fuzi's painting. If a person accidentally ruins this wild boy, then he will become a sinner, and if the white-faced boy spreads this thing again, he will become the target of everyone.

Lin Muzhi really wanted to thank the little white face surnamed Bai at this time, he really killed people with his will! When Lin Muzhi picked up the pen and wanted to write, he already regretted it. It's not that Lin Muzhi can't write, and it's not that Lin Muzhi's writing is ugly. On the contrary, Lin Muzhi's characters are still quite okay, and the reason why he regrets it is that this era is to write in traditional Chinese.

The inheritance of civilization in the Celestial Empire sometimes makes Lin Muzhi very breathtaking. If a person who has read a book is asked to read a traditional vernacular text now, then at least six or seven out of ten people can read it, but if he is allowed to write it, it will not work. When I was in high school, there was a machinery factory not far from the school, and Lin Muzhi passed by the door every day after school. Thousands of times back and forth, I can't see it thousands of times, and the name of the machinery factory is written in traditional Chinese. After reading the machinery factory thousands of times, to this day, Lin Muzhi still knows the traditional machine characters, but he can't write it!

When Lin Muzhi heard Xiaobaimian say this, he also put down the pen, smiled hehe, and said:

"That's right, a woman's painting, let me a man inscribe it, it's really a little unreasonable, since you all say I'm presumptuous, then I won't write it."

After saying this, Bai Ran's heart that made him mention his throat was also put back, but what Lin Muzhi said next made Bai Ran take out his heart directly from the place where he put it back.

"I won't write it, Ning'er, you can write it."

As soon as Lin Laoshi said this, these young ladies stopped doing it and began to shout. Roughly speaking, it means how talented their Zhu Fuzi is! Lin Muzhi is not worthy of inscription on Zhu Fuzi's painting, and a rural village girl like his wife is even more unworthy.

This group of people actually didn't know Lin Muzhi, but the people in the village knew him very well. Lin Muzhi, this person, you have to joke with him, he is not taboo in meat and vegetarian. If you scold him, he will laugh and act as if nothing had happened, but if you want to speak ill of his wife, the people in the village can guarantee that the little master will tear off the beams of your house. The people in the village are all looking forward to it now, and they all want to see what the little master will do to this group of people.

If you don't dry it, I'll dry it when I'm wet? Niang Sippy's! Give you face! Taking a deep breath, Lin Muzhi opened his mouth and shouted:

"Shut up! What's wrong? Only your master is allowed to paint, and my wife is not allowed to write? Are you so-called scholars what you think you are? This broken painting, my lady can afford to write it, you can be content! If you have something to say, it's still the same one, and then you'll talk about it when you win, and now shut up. ”

That is, Lin Muzhi's speech, Zhao Dongning had already picked up the brush on the pillow inkstone, or the pen that Lin Muzhi started to hold, and at this time he dipped the pen in the ink in the inkstone, ignoring the noisy Miss Gongzi, and showing the atmosphere between his gestures.

"It's a good pen! Lin Lang, you can start. ”

Hearing that Zhao Dongning was ready, Lin Muzhi was unequivocal, and opened his mouth to come:

"The egret flies in front of the Xisai Mountain, and the peach blossom flowing water is fat for mandarin fish. Light hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. ”

Lin Mu's words, a group of young ladies were directly dumbfounded, this poem is a masterpiece whether it is rhyme or plain. In terms of artistic conception, it may be better than Zhu Fuzi's paintings. Although Miss Childe who was present couldn't write such good poems, she still knew whether poems were good or bad.

The first to come back to her senses was the little girl in the green dress, and the little girl's exclamation was not to praise how good Lin Muzhi's poetry was, but to praise Zhao Dongning's words.

"Yikes! Sister Ning, what kind of writing style do you write? I've never seen it before, but it's so beautiful, can you teach me? ”

Hearing the little girl's words, Lin Muzhi couldn't help but smile proudly. When it comes to calligraphy, there are about two of my husband and wife in the world today, and I am afraid that it is a single-digit existence. In fact, Lin Muzhi was also a little confused, when he saw Zhao Dongning writing for the first time, he was also shocked that Lin Muzhi couldn't do it, it turned out to be a thin gold body? It's not a big success, but it's more than enough for a small success.

Zhao Dongning smiled and said to the little girl in the green dress:

"This font is something I have nothing to think about, my husband named it, thin gold!"

The little girl in the green dress nodded and said:

"Skinny gold?! A good name, the handwriting is slender, but the pen is very heavy, and there is a faint meaning of gold and iron. What a good name! ”

Lin Muzhi didn't care what the two were talking about, he dried the ink on the painting by himself, put away the scroll, and prepared to go home with his wife.

Lin Muzhi, who finished cleaning up the painting, held up the umbrella and supported Zhao Dongning, just raising his feet to leave. To tell the truth, Lin Muzhi really doesn't like such an occasion very much, it can be said that he hates it very much, and while everyone hasn't come back to his senses, he hurriedly flashed people.

People who haven't had an aftertaste must have it. But most people force themselves not to revisit it after they have recalled. Even if you look back on it? Go to fight with Lin Muzhi? I don't have this strength! Go to Lin Muzhi's bad luck? It's bad enough to meet this kind of person. So, it's better to be silent than sound at this time.

However, things in the world often backfire.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin! I'll give you two thousand taels for this painting! Oh no, I'll give you three thousand taels of silver. Let's say yes beforehand! You don't have to sit on the ground to start the price, you can set a price on your own. ”

Who else could speak? Listening to the smell of copper, you don't have to think about it to know that it must be a fat yellow man.

painting, Lin Muzhi is not going to sell it at this time. Now that the fat man has spoken out, he is going to get back the one hundred taels he just gave to the fat man, and by the way, he will also get back the lottery money for this poetry meeting. Lin Muzhi didn't want to come back later! Just this stinky fart boy and lady went to his house to send money, and he was disgusted with his dirty land. It's not that he has any big prejudices about literati, but he actually teased his little wife before, and said that his wife is a rural village girl, which really makes Lin Muzhi intimate.

"Uh... Fatso! The paintings can't be sold. It was said that it was staked on you. But it's not just about painting, right? And my lady's word, sorry, keep it as an heirloom. Give me the three hundred taels of jackpot money first. If they think that someone can beat me, they ask them to go to my house and get the money, and by the way, they will take the land and the title deed of the property together! As long as they have this face! ”

This is Lin Muzhi's code of conduct. After thinking about it, Lin Muzhi said again:

"Oh! By the way, you can get me some more paper, and I'll write and play with my wife if you have nothing to do. ”

Huang Guan had already guessed that Lin Muzhi would not sell the painting to him anymore when he saw Lin Muzhi drying the ink on the painting. With Lin Muzhi's character, if you want to sell it to him, just throw it there, and dry the ink for what? But Huang Guan still knows that the painting is very valuable now, and the little girl said that the writing is very good, and she is looking at this group of young ladies who were chattering before, and this time they all said nothing, which proves that the poem is also very good. The words are very good, the paintings are very good, the poems are very good, the same is better than the same, then it is not a thousand taels that can be solved, so he himself increased the price of Lin Muzhi, judging from the reaction on the spot, maybe the money is still too little.

But Huang Guan felt that this trip was still earned, at least looking at the unhappy appearance of this group of young ladies and young men, he was very happy!