Only one day later, Yi Shuyuan's status in the Yi family has obviously improved substantially, and as soon as his brother-in-law Zhao saw him come back, she immediately smiled politely when she stood at the gate of the courtyard.

"Uncle, where did you go early in the morning? Haven't you had breakfast yet? ”

"I told Baokang when I left, go to Beishan for a walk."

Yi Shuyuan carried a bamboo pot to support the mountain stone, and while answering, he walked quickly past the Zhao family into the courtyard and went straight to the direction of the house.

Zhao's eyes followed Yi Shuyuan's figure and did not stop offering courtesy.

"Oh, he didn't tell me, by the way, there are still a few nests hot in the pot, uncle, can you eat some?"

"That's tired, oh yes, there are a lot of stone crabs in this bamboo jar, raise them until tomorrow, stew them with porridge after cleaning, sprinkle a little salt and flowers to taste delicious."

Zhao took the bamboo jar and opened the lid to see that there were indeed a lot of crabs in it, so he replied with a smile.

"Then I'll get you the nest first."

Yi Shuyuan nodded, and then went to the hall and put out the study utensils.

The same old table, the same pen, ink and paper, but today the broken old inkstone was replaced by a pale yellow stone, Yi Shuyuan put the stone on the table, thinking that he needed to get something to pad it flat, but he didn't expect that the stone would not shake after putting it on.

"Tsk, this is fate."

Yi Shuyuan took the ink stick and ground it with water, and the ink slowly dissolved in the yellow stone, like dark clouds smearing the sky, and finally turned into a delicate pitch black.

Compared with the first time he practiced at home, today's Yi Shuyuan has entered the state in an instant.

Dipping the ink lightly, the pen falls to Xuanbai, and the wolf draws a beautiful arc on the paper, since he can write such a good word yesterday, then he can be in today's state of mind.

It's really a sense of the gods, and you can practice calligraphy and write anything, but under the open state of mind, when Yi Shuyuan kept writing in one go, the ink on the rice paper was the article "Qiankun Change", which was the limerick that caused the six people in Yi Shuyuan's bedroom to be criticized together.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan is no longer the boring self, the feeling of traveling the world and showing his yearning for it, as if it is constantly amplifying between words and sentences, extending the artistic conception that I am the only one in the world.

Yi Shuyuan writes faster and faster, as if using the pen as a sword, portraying a thousand pride, and especially showing his ambition in the red dust, and the mood is free!

"Knowing yin and yang, participating in the five elements, the Beidou is transformed into stars, the heavenly stems and the earthly branches and phases, the four seasons echo from afar, swallowing the sun and the moon, shaking the world, wandering thousands of ways to pick up the broken, looking at the heaven and the earth, understanding the fate of life, the eight directions and the six together dreams, the Tiangang law, the earth changes, and laughing dreams with each other, but sighing but intoxicated......"

"Click~", Yi Shuyuan's heart jumped, and the last stroke failed to fall, and the article was broken from then on.

As the study utensils slid off at an angle, the tip of the pen scratched a long mark on the paper, and one corner of the old wooden table collapsed.

"Bang" "Bang" ......

Paperweights, ink strips, mountain stones, and rice paper fell to the ground one after another as the table toppled over, Yi Shuyuan grabbed the pen and stood in place, and only subconsciously stretched out his left hand and grabbed the pottery bowl containing clear water.

"Oh, uncle, what's the matter with you-"

Zhao came in with a bowl of wotou, and happened to see the table falling, and immediately ran screaming, but the subconsciously menacing appearance quickly converged in front of Yi Shuyuan and became amiable.

"Uncle, how could this table fall when it's so good?"

Yi Shuyuan ignored her, put the pottery bowl on the ground and walked to the table on its side, looking at the cracked corner of the table, it turned out that this foot had already been hollowed out by insects, and it was not obvious from the outside, and the inner side of the upper part was already connected with a little outer skin.

The moths are long gone, but the table, which has barely lasted so long, will also break here.

"Hey."

Yi Shuyuan laughed and pointed to the corner of the table.

"This table has been hollowed out a long time ago, and it will be bad tomorrow if it is not bad today, but fortunately it didn't hurt anyone."

Zhao also saw the table leg with Yi Shuyuan's sight, and understood that he was telling the truth, and handed over the nest head while patting his chest.

"Oh, I see, I was startled just now, and I will be asked to find a wooden stick to repair it first, come to Uncle, eat the nest, and leave it to me to clean it up."

Yi Shuyuan nodded, picked up the paperweight on the ground and some large pieces of broken ink, as well as the yellow stone of the inkstone, and put it into the lacquered wooden box together with the wolf pen, and then took the pottery bowl with the nest head and placed it on the box, and carried the box to the opposite room.

Zhao said that he would clean it up by himself, but when Yi Shuyuan left, he immediately called his daughter-in-law Li, and he was busy with other things.

Of course, Yi Shuyuan saw it in his eyes, shook his head and sighed in his heart, no wonder there is a saying that a daughter-in-law becomes a mother-in-law, if it is not easy to understand in the previous life, it will be clear at a glance when you look at this life.

Li Shi also worked hard, took a broom and prepared to clean up the ground, and only then did he start to clean up, and he was subconsciously attracted by the rice paper on the ground.

At this moment, the surface of the rice paper was not only scratched by Yi Shuyuan's last stroke, but also splashed with a pool of ink, which had just fallen to the ground with the remaining ink splashed out.

"That's a beautiful word......

Even if Li Shi was illiterate at all, she subconsciously felt that it was too pity to sweep this piece of paper away as garbage, she put down the broom, picked up the rice paper, and carefully patted the dust on it, glanced at Yi Shuyuan's house, and then hung the paper on the dumped table to dry the ink.

In the evening, Yi Baokang and Yi Yongan, who went out to help the villagers lay the foundation today, came back, and Ah Bao, the child who went to watch the lively play with his friends, also came back.

"Master, you're back? The table in the hall is damaged by insects, so let's hold it up first when I look for something! ”

Zhao shouted outside the kitchen.

"Huh? Broken table? ”

Yi Baokang was surprised, and walked to the hall with his son to look, and after checking, it was indeed so, the table legs were hollowed out by insects.

And Yi Yong'an has been staring at the rice paper with dried ink since he arrived in the hall.

"Uncle's word is really beautiful, I feel much more beautiful than last time!"

Yi Baokang smiled, a little proud.

"That's natural, your uncle was a famous prodigy in ten miles and eight towns back then, the county master and he kissed, it was like a son hurt, no, the son can be taught casually, the master is reluctant to even pat the ruler on your uncle's hand! Hey, if I hadn't been sick back then......"

Yi Baokang's voice fell.

"Okay, don't be stunned, you turn the table over first, and I'll go find a stick."

"Hmm."

Yi Yongkang agreed, but his eyes kept staring at the rice paper, thinking, last time in the city, there were so many calligraphy and paintings on those calligraphy and painting stalls, I felt that there was no one who could compare to the uncle's word, good guy, the stall owner dared to sell ten taels, wouldn't the uncle's words be a hundred taels and couldn't beat it?

Although he knew that the stall owners were asking for sky-high prices, Yi Yongan really felt that the so-called calligraphy and paintings that could be sold for money could not compare to the ones on this piece of paper.

"Uncle, do you want this paper on which you wrote, don't you want me to burn it?"

Yi Yongan shouted and asked Yi Shuyuan's room, and the door was open over there, and Yi Shuyuan's voice was heard.

"Don't."

"Oh, uncle, what are you writing here?"

Yi Yongan shouted again.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was lying on the bed in the room with his head on his hands, and replied leisurely.

"Qian~Kun~Change~"

On the other side of the hall, Yi Yongan hesitated when he heard this, but he was still reluctant to really take this piece of paper to burn the fire, although it had been dyed with ink, in the end he carefully folded the paper and put it away.

Yi Baokang came over with a stick, axe and hemp rope, measured the length of the wood diagonally, and could connect it diagonally with the angle of the corner of the table, and then tied it with hemp rope, and then used it for a while.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, still experiencing the artistic conception when the text had just been written, and his mind didn't know where he had gone.

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