"Wang Anshi is very grateful to you for helping him realize his wish, and now he will give you what he has learned all his life, please confirm whether you accept it or not." The system's familiar voice said.

"Accept!" Shen Long clicked the confirmation button, this reward was not beyond his expectations, he completed various tasks before, except for Sun Wukong who sent somersault clouds and Li Kuiyong who sent stamps, the rewards obtained were almost all the abilities that the other party was best at, such as Liao Jie's cooking skills, such as Lao Bai's chemical ability.

And the only thing that Wang Anshi envies Shen Long is probably his knowledge, Wang Anshi is a master of Confucianism, and his attainments in Confucianism go without saying, and his essays and writing articles can be ranked among the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties.

Writing poems is subtle and deep, deep and unhurried, with the style of rich and far-reaching rhyme in the Northern Song Dynasty poetry circle of its own, known as Wang Jing Gongti, leaving the famous sentence of "not afraid of floating clouds to cover your eyes, and being at the top of the world".

In terms of lyrics, he is thin and elegant, and he washes the old habits of five generations, and his "Cinnamon Sticks?? The word "Jinling Nostalgia" is the same as Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride?? The word "Strange Scenery in Autumn" is the precursor of bold words; It can be said that Wang Anshi, no matter what kind of style, is a first-class figure in the Tang and Song dynasties; His life's work is undoubtedly worth having.

After clicking the confirmation button, his mind was a little swollen, and he felt countless information pouring in, Shen Long fell asleep dizzily, and when he woke up the next morning, he found those calligraphy and paintings and looked through them, and the feeling was completely different.

In the past, he looked at the calligraphy and paintings of Li Gonglin, Huang Tingjian, Su Dongpo and others, but he vaguely felt that these were excellent works of art, but he couldn't say what was good.

Looking at it now, Fang Jue's works are even more exquisite than he imagined, the composition is natural, and every stroke is wonderful to the top, Shen Long's hands itched for a while, and he stretched out his fingers to compare them in the air.

Hah, what the hell is wrong with me? Calm down, Shen Long smiled dumbly, writing and painting is also a good way to cultivate sentiment, so let's buy some pen, ink, paper and inkstone first.

As for the designer, there is no need to invite at all, just vacate a house to be arranged according to the study of the Song Dynasty scholars, and the calligraphy and paintings are hidden there, and then go in to write and paint when there is nothing to do, which is also very beautiful; No matter how many designers know about Chinese style decoration, can Wang Anshi know what is a scholar's background?

The capital is the economic, cultural and political center of the country, and there is naturally no shortage of literati and ink writers, since these people have needs, then naturally they provide them with shops with the four treasures of the high-quality scholars, make a phone call, ask a few guests who have been to their homes, and ask the place, go out and drive directly to it.

When I entered this store called Han Moxuan, I saw that the clerks inside were all wearing robes, and the customers were either Tang costumes or cloth clothes and shoes, and Shen Long was a little out of place when he came in in casual clothes.

"What would you like to see, sir?" The clerk was not surprised, greeted him politely, and introduced him to the situation in his store, "We specialize in pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, and all kinds of high-end brands are available. ”

"Take me to see it first, oh, by the way, I heard Ji Lao from Peking University say that you still have old ink made by Wang Jie'an himself?" Shen Long asked, with Wang Anshi's recuperation, it was a pity to give him an ordinary pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

In the Qing Dynasty, there were four famous ink makers of Cao Sugong, Wang Jinsheng, Hu Kaiwen and Wang Jie'an, and the ink ingots they made have always been the objects sought after by literati and ink writers, but the ink ingots are consumables, and now there are not many ink ingots they made by themselves.

"Oh, you're Ji Lao's friend!" The clerk quickly glanced at Shen Long, "If someone else asks, I will definitely say no, but in front of Ji Lao's friends, I can only tell the truth, we do have a set of Wang Jie'an system of imperial inscription West Lake Ten Scenery Poetry and Ink, but this is the treasure of our town store, and the boss is afraid that he will not give it away easily." ”

"It may be cliché to say this, but if it's a matter of money, you can just ask." Shen Long said with a smile, Wang Jie'an was a native of the Daoguang period, and at that time, his ink ingot had the saying that every inch of ink was gold, that is, a piece of ink was worth the same volume of gold, and now more than a hundred decades have passed, so it is naturally more expensive.

Ordinary people are willing to spend such a large price to buy a piece of ink? Although this kind of famous ink ingot also has collection value, it is far less rapid than the appreciation of calligraphy and painting.

"You say this and see the outside, our boss is an old Beijinger, don't care about these, pay attention to a fate, if you really have a fate with this ink, even if you give it for nothing, if you don't have a chance, I'm afraid how much it costs our boss is not willing to sell." The clerk politely led Shen Long to the second floor, "The boss is upstairs, he must be happy to know that Ji Lao's friend is here, I will send you up to talk to the boss." ”

I know, you people in the cultural business are hypocritical, so let's hear what it means, right?

Follow the clerk in, and see the boss, who is also wearing a robe, holding a folding fan, a man of culture, forty or fifty years old, but also a little elegant, after hearing the clerk's introduction, the boss's eyes flashed a trace of surprise, and led Shen Long to the tea house to sit down.

After introducing each other, the boss named Shi Pu poured a cup of tea for Shen Long, and then said, "Mr. Shen, I know what you mean, as the saying goes, 'swords are given to heroes, and red fans are given to beautiful women', this name is ink, either for everyone in calligraphy and painting, or for masters of Chinese studies, so as to live up to Master Wang's hard work, isn't it?" ”

"Well, that's right." Shen Long nodded, that's right, if you give such a good ink to a primary school student who has just learned calligraphy, he himself feels regretful, so what should we do next? Are you asking me to write a few words? Or give you a picture?

Shi Pu didn't do this, this kind of treatment was too direct, and it didn't fit the temperament of the gentlemen in the capital, so the two of them chatted about the Four Books and Five Classics, Chu Ci Han Fu, Tang and Song poems seemingly casually while drinking tea.

Shi Pu wants to weigh his catties first, if he says it well, then think about the next step, if he doesn't say it well, then he is embarrassed, he doesn't even need to write and paint, although the ink on my bookcase is not as good as Wang Jie'an's ink, it is also a good ink, and it can't be wasted on others.

Saying this, Shi Pu's eyes were different, the admiration in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and finally he couldn't help but praise, "Mr. Shen, I didn't expect you to be so young and have such profound attainments in Chinese studies, you can be called a master of Chinese studies!" ”

"Laughing!" Shen Long smiled and thanked him, but he was muttering in his heart, Master of Chinese Studies? How does it sound like an insult?

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