1986: Old Stories in Northeast China

"Grandpas, are you all home?"

The next morning, after finishing his meal, Chen Tiezhu strolled directly into the second master's yard.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you going to the county today?" asked Grandpa Han, who was drinking corn grits porridge.

"I'm not going there today. I'll just play at home with Doudou."

Chen Tiezhu said, and picked up the rice bowl, filled a small bowl, and ate with them.

"The main thing is this. The mountain temple is almost built, but we still need a tablet. I can carve, but we still need someone to write."

"I heard from them that we need to find someone of high moral character to write. Originally, I wanted to ask Wenwen's grandfather to make one, but I thought he was too far away and not from our village."

"After thinking about it, only you two have this status. Anyway, no matter who it is, you have to write a tablet for me, otherwise our mountain temple will be built in vain."

"Don't look for me, my own name is still written in a mess." The second master said hurriedly.

In order to express his position, he put some pickles in his bowl and went directly to the kang to eat.

"What are you running for, you useless thing?" Old Man Han rolled his eyes at him.

"I can write the words, but will that thing work? My writing is not good-looking. Can't I find someone else to write something better?"

"How can I find someone else? This is the mountain temple of our Erdaoling Village. It is our own business." Chen Tiezhu said with a smile.

"You are also an honorary villager of our village. If you can write, it will be perfect. I also want to write it myself. The words are also like spiders crawling."

"Okay, then I'll try it. I used to want to hone my sentiments with this thing, but later I really couldn't write it." Grandpa Han said.

"Hahaha, I can watch the fun later." The second master said happily.

This is also the daily routine of the two old men. They have to fight several rounds every day.

After eating, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were prepared. Grandpa Han kept rubbing his hands and was a little nervous.

"It's okay, write with confidence." Chen Tiezhu comforted.

"It's mainly because I haven't written for a few years. I'll practice on the side first. I'll see if I can write well. If not, you can find someone to write outside." said Mr. Han.

After that, Mr. Han picked up the brush. After dipping it in ink, he started writing on the paper.

"How about this word? Is it okay?"

After writing the word "Hu", Mr. Han asked hurriedly.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Chen Tiezhu asked back.

"Nonsense, of course I want to hear the truth. If it doesn't work, why would I waste my energy?" Mr. Han rolled his eyes at him.

"If I practice for another two days, I can write a little better. But that's it. I really don't have the cultural foundation."

"Hehe, I don't understand these things, so I can't tell whether it's good or bad." Chen Tiezhu said happily.

The second master who listened carefully on the side rolled his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me what you think. You don't understand, and you can't read it?" said Mr. Han helplessly.

"I really don't understand, and I don't think about it from an artistic perspective." Chen Tiezhu shrugged his shoulders.

"Let me tell you my intuitive feeling. This word feels a bit hard to me. Especially at the end of the pen tip, I always feel a bit unsatisfied."

"It's like there's a force, and when it reaches here, it leaks out and doesn't show up. Old man, do you have any concerns in your heart?"

"Oh? You know what, you have some skills." Old man Han looked at him in surprise.

"That's true, because I had no confidence at all when I was writing. The more I wrote, the less confident I became. I was a little hesitant when I finished each stroke."

"Wait a minute, I won't care about anything this time, I'll write a new one. Put all the papers on the table for me, I'll see if I can write all these words at once."

"Okay, this is the feeling of being done in one go." Chen Tiezhu said happily.

This time, Mr. Han did not rush to write, but moved his wrist seriously. When he picked up the pen again, Chen Tiezhu felt that the old man's aura suddenly became much more solemn.

And this time, writing was much faster than just now.

After writing a word, Chen Tiezhu moved it aside and pushed a new piece of paper. Mr. Han also dipped the ink again and continued to write.

"How is it this time?"

After writing these words, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Mr. Han's forehead.

"That's it. No need to think about it anymore. I'm watching.It's very satisfying. The words on the mountain god tablet must have this kind of murderous spirit to deter the villains. "

Chen Tiezhu said happily.

"Don't just praise me, really?" Old Man Han asked.

"You just want to listen to Tiezhu's praise. He said it's OK, so it must be OK." Erye complained.

"So what? I'm willing to listen, otherwise you can write it." Old Man Han said proudly.

"This is not for praise, but to be realistic." Chen Tiezhu said with a smile.

"I often heard people say that many people's words can bring out their personalities. People like me are definitely not good, because I haven't studied this aspect."

"But the old man's words are really murderous. Especially the word "之", it's like a big knife, which lifts the momentum of the previous four words. "

"On the contrary, the word '位' gives people a very stable feeling. These words are written very well. I will carve according to this. I have to study it carefully, otherwise I can't carve out this energy."

After saying this, Chen Tiezhu took these pieces of paper and walked out happily, not caring about the two old men.

"What do you think? Did this kid see it?"

After Chen Tiezhu left, Mr. Han asked while rubbing his wrist.

"What can I think? Didn't the leader ask you to write to temper your temper? You have never put it down all these years?" asked the second master.

"I wrote intermittently for a period of time. At that time, I had to write. If I didn't write seriously, the leader would not let me go to the battlefield, fearing that I would throw the lives of my brothers on the battlefield." Mr. Han said distressedly.

"But the leader also said at the time that my handwriting was sharp. I thought this guy heard you mumbling something before, otherwise why would he come here. "

The second master rolled his eyes, "How many years have we not seen each other? How would I know what's wrong with you. But what does this mean? Tiezhu's eyes are really sharp, really good."

After saying this, the second master was very happy.

Chen Tiezhu walked home happily without knowing that he was fooled by Mr. Han. Anyway, he really liked these words.