Chapter Twenty-Eight: In the Spring, Let's Practice Calligraphy Together

In spring, the most eye-catching flower on the wall of Wuyi Lane is the spring, the plum blossom is in full bloom, the tall tree draws new shoots, and the greenery is growing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Spring is the season to see flowers, but also the season to grow vegetables,

Many leafy greens grow in the vegetable patch in front of the Xie family's kitchen, but Xie An inquired with Zhuang's about the fact that there is a place on the Yangtze River waterfront outside Jiankang City called Eggplant, which is named after the local soil suitable for growing eggplants.

The eggplant in the Eastern Jin Dynasty was introduced from India in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and there are not many farmers who grow eggplant today, and the eggplant in Eggplant is very famous.

Xie Anyang Xie Shang sent someone to buy eggplant seeds, and at the end of winter, he asked Zhuang's to trim the small vegetable plot and vacate a piece to prepare to plant eggplant, but the eggplant will not grow until the weather is warm, Xie An began to play the idea of greenhouse vegetables after a small loss, although the emperor of the Han Dynasty began to enjoy greenhouse vegetables, but unfortunately the Xie family is in this situation...... Or wait.

Our conscientious new emperor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty did not dare to live this luxurious life, after all, the greenhouse vegetables have to be burned day and night, the Eastern Jin Dynasty is poor, and many homeless people can't eat enough.

After the scholars crossed to the south, they mostly divided the land in the sparsely populated Jiangdong enclosure, and took in the displaced people as tenants, of course, the Xie family also had enclosures, and there were no hard-working people where to get the money to support the scholars, and the salaries of the officials of the Eastern Jin Dynasty were not much, or exile and civil war were consumed, and the scholars were good at Xuanfeng, and there were not many pragmatic people.

Moreover, the leader of the Shi clan, Langya Wang's Situ Wang Dao, is still in retreat to avoid trouble, he gives full play to the Taoist inaction, and there are many people in the court who have complained about him, but Langya Wang is still standing at the top of the pyramid of the Shi clan's gate valve, and no one can pull off the horse.

Spring has arrived, and Xie An's happiest thing is that he is finally a year older, which is a handful of bitter tears.

The second happy thing is that I can finally see his Lori Book Saint.

New Year's onions, February leeks, chrysanthemum spinach green, Xie An wrapped chrysanthemum with flour and egg batter in fried pieces, golden and crispy sent to the opposite door to lure Lori.

Anyway, Wang Xizhi's first writing made him realize that the book saint is still the book saint after all, no matter how you stayed when you were a child with such an eccentric personality, talent is given by God.

Even if Xie An has Zhang Xu, Yan Zhenqing, Ouyang Xun, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, Zhao Mengfu and other books in his mind, he can't compare to the talented book saint when he comes to practice writing!

Because no matter how much the post is like, after all, it doesn't have its own charm, and it can't find its own brushwork.

The reason why the sage of calligraphy is called the sage of calligraphy by later generations must have a great influence on the calligraphy of later generations, and no matter how the descendants change, they cannot erase the shadow of the sage of the sage, nor can they shake the position of the sage of the sage.

The saint is the peak, it will be the top of the mountain, the mountains are small, the dangerous buildings are hundreds of feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand.

It's that high.

When Xie An pushed open the back door opposite with this emotion, and followed his own house to Wang Xizhi's small courtyard, what he saw was seven large vats.

Lori, who is about the height of the vat, is tiptoeing to scoop water with a gourd.

Of course, I haven't seen you for a few months, Xie An is still so short in comparison.

But Lori's gourd scoop doesn't seem to be water, it's black...... There is a faint fragrance wafting through it...... It's ink?!

Seven vats are all ink?

Xie An was a little shocked.

Wang Xiyi said while eating fried chrysanthemum: "Hmm, it's ink." Ahri, this one is delicious, better than the sweet and greasy truncated bread and cream scones. ”

The cut-off cake is a crispy pancake made by mixing and frying milk bees and flour, and the cream biscuit is only enjoyed by the royal family, but Wang Xizhi does not like things that are too sweet.

On the mat by the goose pond was a wooden board wider than the bodies of two children, and the wooden board was covered with rattan and hemp paper, which was the best paper of the era.

Rattan paper production is very easy to consume wild rattan bark, not much production, hemp paper is made of ** fiber, more affordable, also suitable for writing, is commonly used.

Xie An thought for a moment that the rice paper that had not yet been invented at this time was produced in Xuancheng, where Uncle Huan Yi took office, and he used a lot of rice paper in his previous life, and vaguely remembered that it seemed to be made of Xuancheng's sandalwood bark and straw, but the process was complex and needed to be improved by smart ancient craftsmen from generation to generation.

God asked him to cross and not let him bring an encyclopedia, it seems that he was not expected to be able to leap from the Eastern Jin Dynasty from agricultural warfare, external worries and internal strife to the industrial age.

After all, the people are not able to make a living, and all kinds of waste are waiting to be rebuilt.

When Lori finished eating, the storm in his brain was over, looking at his short legs and thin arms, he had just picked up a life, so let's grow up honestly.

"Ahri has lost weight again." Wang Xizhi has been raised for a winter, but it is white and red, the water is very cute, and the six-year-old Lori's eyebrows and eyes are too good-looking, Xie An didn't dare to stare at her more, but the forehead that she had touched was inexplicably a little hot.

Xie An had a question in his mind for half a winter, and he had to ask slowly, "Why did Ah Su start practicing calligraphy?" ”

Wang Xizhi smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Because Ahri encouraged me, I started practicing calligraphy after the winter solstice." ”

Xie An asked again: "Penglai Fateh...... What was that word you read when you were one year old? ”

Wang Xizhi tilted his head and thought for a while, then took out a book from the pile of papers and shook it in front of his eyes, "Ahri wants to read it?" ”

……

"Penglai Fati?"

"That's right."

"Lord Situ gave you the Penglai Fati?"

"Of course, I'm the only one at home who can read, and I've been by the pillow since I was one year old."

"I fainted when I read the bookpost, what does this rumor mean?"

"After reading Penglai Fati, I entered the Xuan Realm, and then fell asleep, so it is more convenient to put it next to my pillow."

What is the Xuan Realm, Xie An didn't bother to ask, the world of a scholar and a scumbag is different.

"What about those who haven't written in four years?" Xie An was speechless.

Wang Xiyi's face was innocent, "Because I don't have confidence, and thanks to Ahri, if you hadn't said that you would teach me to write my name, seeing that you are so enthusiastic, I want to try it." ”

Xie An asked without giving up: "But the rumors from the outside world are boiling, doesn't it matter if you despise and ridicule Ah Suo more?" ”

Wang Xiyi took it for granted, "Long Bo taught me to read "Mencius", and the heavens have sent a great responsibility to the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they can't...... It is a truth that the ugly duckling turned into a bird that Ahri said. ”

Xie An picked up Wang Xizhi's words from the table, and each one had the same word written on it, that is, "Yong".

Wang Xizhi's eternal character.

The gesture is subtle but contains a sharp edge, the building is beautiful and beautiful, and the style is prime.

It simply blew up a group of elementary school students in the weak fish pond, including Xie An.

This dragon uncle is Wang Dao, right.,How did this uncle teach the genius Lori.,This is definitely not masochism.,It's a black belly.,Wait until one day this piece of words is released for people to see.,It's just a slap.。

Six-year-old Lori, one year old reading post, five years of repair without a word, put pen into the ink road, straight to the Qingyun Tower!

It is said that don't bully the young man to be poor, this is the don't bully Lori in front of you!

"Do you want to see it?" Wang Xizhi still swayed the Penglai Slip in her hand cutely, and the Penglai Slip that calligraphy scholars in the world have been hard to find in their lives is in her little hand, as if shining with golden light.

Xie An remembered that he almost died before, and was far away from Penglai Fati, and asked, "The word you read when you were a year old is the word 'Yong'?" ”

"No, it's a goose goose goose, and the song is to the sky." Wang Xizhi smiled slyly, "Actually...... Don't tell you! ”

Xie An continued to look up to Xueba, the future scholar saint, and Lori who was not as high as the ink tank.

Wang Xizhi approached him and knocked him on the head with the Penglai Fati Shujian, "Ahri, you can practice calligraphy with me." ”

For Xie An, a beginner in calligraphy, the best sound in the world should be this sentence, right?

Spring is here, let's practice calligraphy together.

Wang Xizhi's Penglai Dharma post is called "Yongzi Eight Laws", and she has been reading the post since she was one year old, and she has lost count of how many Yongzi she has written in the air with her fingers.

There is Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea, and there is Penglai Pavilion on the island, and Penglai classics have their own divine power, which can make people in contact go to Penglai Pavilion in meditation.

Xie An had already been there once, crossing a sea full of words, a high gate blocked him out, and only those who had been there knew what the world was like inside.

Wang Xizhi has been there, and he can go if he wants to.

In the spring night, the Xie family's study was lit with Lingling incense, Wang Xizhi came to the Xie family for the first time, and the pond outside the pavilion was already covered with duckweed.

"After a while, you can eat the sea bass soup."

Wang Xizhi crouched on the opposite side of the desk and looked at Xie An, who was copying the "Huang Ting Jing", Xie An felt that such a day was very peaceful and comfortable, although occasionally distracted and the words were knocked out by Wang Xizhi with "Yongzi Eight Methods".

Wang Xizhi is very strict, whenever she feels that Xie An can't write well, even if the momentum before writing is insufficient, even if she doesn't write well, she will beat his hand.

But Xie An felt that the fight didn't hurt, and Wang Xizhi only beat him alone.

A strict teacher makes a high apprentice!

In the spring, the lotus began to grow in the gradually rising temperature, and there were eggplants in the vegetable garden, and Xie An told Wang Xizhi about many delicious things, such as fried eggplant boxes, eggplant pots and roasted eggplants.

But he didn't say that he could try stir-frying when he grew taller, although there is no such method as "stir-frying" in cooking now.

Xie An finally knew why Wang Xizhi was always happy to see food, because reading Penglai Fateh and Xuan Xiu really required a lot of mind and strength, especially for such a young girl.

The best food in Situ's mansion must be picked by her small kitchen first, she has been taken care of by two servants since she was a child, one can cook, and the other is strong in martial arts, every time Xie An can easily enter her small courtyard, it is the one who is strong in martial arts who secretly opened the door for him.

Otherwise, the Wang family's mansion is so easy to enter!

But Director Wang has always kept Wang Xizhi's affairs hidden, even if her words are comparable to many adults, even if she has comprehended the "Eight Methods of Yongzi".

In the eyes of outsiders, Wang Xizhi is still a stupid child with a strange and withdrawn personality, and will become a shame for the calligraphy family.

"Is this why Ahri got sick?" Wang Xizhi heard about his previous illness and became interested in Xie Kun's roadblock, she was taller than Xie An, and she was able to get that character without using a stool.

The point she wrote down in sesame paste at that time turned into a bird trapped by Xie Kun's "door".

Xie An was a little nervous, "Can you untie it?" ”

"I'm going to take a look inside the door."

After Wang Xizhi finished saying this, he closed his eyes, his rounded fingertips touched the characters, and for a while, the air flow in the study was blowing, and the wisps of smoke wafting out of the incense burner rotated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xie An hurriedly pressed the paper with a paperweight.

Wang Xizhi's forehead fluttered, and after a while, she opened her eyes again, the wind stopped, and everything returned to normal.

"Uncle Xie Kun is amazing."

The corners of Wang Xizhi's mouth curled slightly, "But this character still has to be left to Ahri to unravel by himself, no surprise, if you follow the speed of Ahri learning the "Huang Ting Jing", you can solve it before the age of ten, so before the end of this summer, I will teach you the eight methods of Yongzi." ”

"Master, this is considered a master and apprentice, right?" Servant B, who was guarding outside the Pavilion, asked.

Wang Xizhi threw a pebble out, "Ah Yi is not allowed to eavesdrop on people!" ”

Outside the pavilion was as quiet as ever. Xie An looked out from the curtain of the door, but he didn't see any trace of people, and he was really a master.

The Yongzi Eight Methods are not spread now, but Wang Xizhi didn't know that Xie An had already learned it, but it was of course the best to listen to Wang Xizhi's lectures.