Zhang Yuan planned to copy a few five-character poems.

The five-character poem originated in the Western Han Dynasty and is acceptable to the current literati and Confucians.

Unlike the song that Zhang Yuan recited before, only a very few people can really appreciate the charm.

"At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level. ”

Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and do not know where. ”

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. ”

"Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. ”

"Life is a hero, death is also a ghost.

So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ”

When Zhang Yuan had just finished copying Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrain", he suddenly shivered.

Then I saw that there was no one around, and I immediately tore it off, and I went to some ink, and dyed the paper just now.

Finally, he patted his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous."

Sure enough, I can't copy too many poems, and sometimes the whole person falls into it, thinking that he is a great writer, but he almost gave up his life.

Zhang Yuan copied these four poems, and also copied the ones that he had copied before and made public them on paper.

After Zhang Yuan finished copying for a while, Lao Zhao came in with a large stack of wooden planks.

"Do you think these planks are enough, master?"

Zhang Yuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and immediately nodded.

"Enough is enough, hard work Lao Zhao, you."

Lao Zhao showed a smiling face, and the wrinkles on his face immediately piled up together.

"It's not hard to do things for the head of the family."

Zhang Yuan also smiled, and then pointed to the poems that had just been copied on the table.

"Since it's not hard, let's engrave all these poems on the wooden board, hurry up, and finish it before dark today."

Remember to engrave the reverse character of the yang text, don't carve it into the yin text for me like the inscription. ”

Although Lao Zhao didn't know a few big characters, he still understood the professional terms carved by an old carpenter, so he nodded woodenly, and went down with the wooden board and those poems.

Zhang Yuan immediately lay down on the chair, picked up a tea bowl and drank a large sip of herbal tea, and made a smack sound.

"The head of the house, you are getting more and more able to call people."

Xiaoya next to her said suddenly, making Zhang Yuan unaccustomed to it.

Lao Zhao is happy, don't look at his age, if he really doesn't do anything, he will have something wrong.

Besides, how do you little girl know what the main thing to do in this family, hurry up and make me a pot of tea. ”

Xiaoya held her mouth and picked up the teapot and went out.

This teapot is the pot that Zhang Yuan found to hold wine, and the long spout of the pot was smashed, and then polished and polished, so that it became the appearance of the teapot in later generations.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't master the technical work of firing kilns, Zhang Yuan would have made a bunch of porcelain and pottery by himself.

Now this kind of rough black pottery can only be used reluctantly, and it is not a work of art at all.

The hard-working old Zhao really lived up to Zhang Yuan's trust, and carved all the woodblocks that Zhang Yuan wanted before dark.

Zhang Yuan immediately began to experiment with this engraving printing technique, and brought out the prepared ink.

Then take a brush to stain the ink and start brushing on the woodblock, and finally cover the cut paper on top, and then take a clean brush and brush it.

The masterpieces of those ancestors were printed on the paper.

In this way, they were printed one by one, until the entire room was covered with paper waiting to dry, and Zhang Yuan asked everyone to stop.

There are more than 500 copies of this hour's work, and each poem is a page, and then it adds up to sixteen poems, that is, sixteen pages.

That is, the paper made by Zhang Yuan is relatively thick, and these sixteen pages are bound together, although it cannot be said to be a book, but it looks like a booklet, and Zhang Yuan is already very satisfied if he can do this.

This specially treated ink is condensed but not scattered, penetrated but not worn, and will not fade when touched and rubbed after drying.

The big guy worked all night to bind all the printed paper.

Zhang Yuan rested for the night, and the next day he had a big thing to do.

Early the next morning, Lao Zhao prepared the carriage, which was covered with several layers of animal fur, and then two layers of mats.

The cook Lao Wang also prepared some snacks to eat, as well as the tea and watermelon that Zhang Yuan wanted to drink on the road.

Zhang Yuan had made up his mind before that he would never ride a horse to Chang'an again, so as not to let his ass suffer, which led to the current transformed carriage.

There are so many animal skins and fur that can offset the bumps on the road, and covering two layers of mats on it will not make Zhang Yuan feel hot, and there are windows on three sides to ventilate, and the horses are running, and the wind blows on the body is also very comfortable.

It was followed by a carriage, but it was full of the poems they had bound the night before.

"Xiaoya is not happy to go to Chang'an High for the first time?"

Zhang Yuan also brought Xiaoya with him in order to be served.

For safety reasons, the twelve generals in the family also brought four.

I heard that Liu Che is still taking refuge in the Dinghu Yanshou Palace, and the Zhang Mansion is so close to the Dinghu Yanshou Palace, Zhang Yuan is not afraid that someone will dare to touch the reverse scales on the real dragon.

"To be happy is to be happy.

It's just that the head of the house, you brought me along, but left Xiaoqing at home, and when she goes back, she will definitely have a few more tantrums with me. ”

"You don't care about that girl, I have to find a good family to marry her off, and let my husband's family restrain him."

"Are you going to choose a young man in the mansion to marry Xiaoqing?"

Xiao Ya's eyes were sparkling, and she seemed very interested in this question.

"Zong Xing is a good person, he is reliable, and he is not ugly.

Do you think Xiaoqing will like it? ”

Zhang Yuan asked Xiao Ya, he really didn't know what type Xiao Qing liked.

"I like you when I see Xiaoqing."

Xiaoya replied.

"That's over, it seems that that little girl won't be able to get married in this life."

Zhang Yuan felt that he was handsome and unique, and he was afraid that if he liked him, it would be the pain of those women's lives.

Dragging the family and taking the carriage is definitely slower than riding a horse to Chang'an City.

The large ferry ships could only transport one carriage at a time, which delayed some time.

When he arrived in Chang'an City, it was almost night, Zhang Yuan had no house in Chang'an City, and needless to say, the place where he lived before must have been taken back by Tian Wei.

In this way, the group could only live in Wei Qing's servant mansion.

And Wei Qing himself is still in Dinghu Yanshou Palace, so there is no one to entertain Zhang Yuan.

Wei Qing's daughter-in-law Zhang Yuan had never met once, and this time she came to live in someone's house, so she naturally wanted to meet her master, so she met for the first time.