Half fairy

Chapter 221

The excitement comes and goes quickly, and the festivities will linger in Wenfu for a long time.

The servants greeted outside the door dispersed one after another, and someone shouted, "Go back to the courtyards, and the uncle will give you happy money."

So there was a lot of applause, and the crowd that slowly dispersed suddenly dispersed again.

Some people wanted to clean up the firecrackers and rubbish, and some people yelled not to clean up, let it go for a day, saying that it was a celebration to welcome the return of the fifth young master!
The masters of the Wen family also returned to the main hall of the mansion chattering and laughing, and today's protagonist is naturally Wen Yan'an who has returned home.

Even though the Wen family is rich and powerful, they are only able to train more scholars.Scientific research is not enough to have a foundation, it is more about personal talent and personal philosophy of life perception, good living conditions do not mean better perception.

It is not easy to be a Jinshi of the imperial court with great wealth and wealth. Rare things are valuable, which is worthy of Wen's celebration.

However, relatively speaking, there is a high probability that a family can produce seventeen Jinshi, and wealth and power still have considerable advantages to a certain extent.

And this time, the Jinshi came from the line of the head of the Wen family, which made the side branches look up to him, and it was all the more worthy of celebration.

Wen Yan'an, who was wearing an eighth-rank official robe, had a handsome face, and accompanied Wen Xin to the side of the patriarch Wen Miao, each holding one arm up the steps.

The head of the clan, Wen Miao, was really flushed, smiling from ear to ear.

After entering the hall, the seats were arranged, and Wen Yan'an, who had returned from the exam, had to salute the elders, and there were not many people who were qualified to accept this salute as elders.

Wen Mao naturally sat high.

The honest-looking uncle Wen Jiantang, and the kind-faced wife Wen Rong, who is also Wen Yan'an's parents, are eligible to sit at Wen Mao's lower left hand.

Behind them, the eldest son Wen Yanxing, the daughter Wen Shu, the second son Wen Yanhai, and the children of the three.

The stern-faced second master Wen Jianming, and his wife Wen Guo, who is still in her mid-mature but still beautiful, sat next to Wen Miao's lower right hand.

Standing behind them were daughter Wen Hui, eldest son Wen Yanshang, second son Wen Yanping, and the youngest of the three.

Those who had wives and children brought them, and those who got married also rushed back with their husbands and children.

Wen Yan'an backed up and stood in a fixed position, facing Wen Mao, the servants hurried over to put the futon, Wen Yan'an lifted the official robe, knelt down and kowtowed and bowed, "Grandson Wen Yan'an came back from Beijing to rush for the exam. .” He kowtowed three times.

"Okay, okay, get up." Wen Miao nodded and raised his hand repeatedly with a smile.

Wen Yan got up, and the servants moved the futon again, Wen Yan knelt down again, kowtowed to his parents and said: "My son went to Beijing to rush back from the exam, and see his parents!"

"Get up, my son, get up quickly."

The uncle and his wife were overjoyed to help each other, Wen Rong wept with joy, with tears in his eyes.

Wen Yan'an got up, followed the shifted futon and knelt again, kowtowed and said: "Nephew Wen Yan'an went to Beijing to rush for the exam and came back to meet his uncle and aunt."

"Okay, get up."

"Get up quickly." Wen Guo stood up, looking flattered or unbearable.

Hearing Yan'an got up, and bowed his hands to greet his brothers and sisters of the same generation.

In front of the elders, especially in front of the patriarch's grandfather, most of the peers were reserved, but a group of boys and girls didn't care so much and surrounded them in a swarm.

"Uncle Wu, did you bring us a present?"

"Uncle, I want a present."

If you don't give up that posture, you have to tear down the official robe.

Wen Mao pointed and laughed and cursed, "A bunch of skinny kids, your uncle just came home and didn't wait for him to catch his breath." When each family was about to pull away their children, he waved his hands again, meaning, let it go.

"Yes, yes, yes." Wen Yan'an turned around and greeted.

His book boy ran out immediately, and soon brought a box.

Hearing that Yan'an opened them in public, they were all gadgets from the capital, "Take it yourself, each person is only allowed to take two."

There is no favoritism.

The little ones made a quick start, picked up two pieces each, and then ran away. The empty boxes were also moved away, and the hall was less noisy and quiet.

At this moment, Wen Xin, who was standing beside Wen Mao's chair, who had been hesitating to speak, said, "Fifth brother forgot, the letter said he had a gift for me."

Wen Mao looked at his granddaughter, then at his grandson, stroked his beard and smiled, as if he knew something.

Among his grandchildren, only this unmarried grandson and this unmarried granddaughter are also the two most outstanding in his eyes.

Wen Yan'an said with a smile, "I dare not forget Xin'er's gift." Turning around, she motioned for the book boy to bring it.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what kind of gift could make such a quiet person like Wen Xin take the initiative to ask for it.

Erfang Wenhui couldn't help asking, "Fifth brother, what gift can make Xin'er impatient?"

Wen Xin was a little embarrassed.

Wen Yan'an shook his head and smiled wryly, "This gift is simple and simple, it's just a picture, but if grandpa didn't support me, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to bring it back to Xin'er."

Hearing the words from the big house, said: "Whose handwriting can still alarm Grandpa, it can't be that Tanhualang's?"

Wen Yan'an: "Third brother, that's right, it belongs to Tanhualang."

"..." Hearing this, Haydn was startled.

Wen Yan'an stretched out his hand and gestured, "It took a full 200,000 taels of silver to buy it at a bidding price. This is the timely news from grandpa. Otherwise, the price may not be our turn, and the money was also given by grandpa."

Whoa!It cost 200,000 taels of silver to just give that girl a gift of calligraphy and painting. Some people began to mutter in their hearts that the old man was too eccentric.

Some things are not about money, one million taels of silver is not too much money for Wen Shi, the problem is partiality.

Wen Mao coughed, and said in a timely manner: "It is said that it is a gift for Xiner, and it is only for Xiner to enjoy for a while. After that, it will be stored in the 'Wenshu Pavilion', and it will be left to the descendants of the Wen family. .”

As soon as these words came out, it was a confirmed fact, and all the abnormal expressions of the crowd calmed down.

But everyone became more and more curious, what kind of characters can be worth so much money.

Soon, a metal cylinder less than two feet long was brought by the book boy.

Wen Yan'an took it with his own hands, then walked up to Wen Xin, and presented it with his own hands: "Xin'er, I brought you the original manuscript written by Ash Heng in one piece."

Wen Xin gritted her lips, her hands trembling when picking up the things, "Thank you Fifth Brother."

When he got it, he clenched it tightly in his hand and hugged it in front of him, so excited, so excited that he blushed a little.

Wen Yan'an waved his hand, "Don't thank me, I'm just an errand runner, you should thank grandpa, without news of grandpa and money, you can't get this thing."

Wen Mao stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "She, I have admired that Tanhua Lang for a long time, but I have never been able to find his handwritten authentic works to appreciate, only to find that they are extremely rare in the market, and I can't buy them even if I have money. They are always in my ears. Whispering, ouch, she annoys me, an old man, but she still refuses to say it out loud. Girl, this time finally got what I wanted, right? "

Wen Xin couldn't laugh or cry, she turned around and left with her things in her arms, she couldn't wait to see the real work.

Wen Shu from the big room shouted: "Xin'er, don't go away, open up the good things and share them together, wait until we all have eyes, and it's not too late for you to take them away!"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Xin thought about it, it was really inappropriate to enjoy such a valuable thing by herself, so she came back, opened the metal cylinder in public, and poured out something wrapped in moisture-proof oil paper.

One look at the packaging, you can tell it was made with care.

Everyone gathered around and helped to open the greased paper, revealing a roll of white paper rolled inside.

Wen Shu quickly pulled it away, "I want to see what is so valuable."

Wen Xin was frightened by her unreasonable darling, she quickly held her hand, and said anxiously: "Second sister, be careful, the original works are really hard to find, if you break them, you can never see them again." Can't find it."

Wen Shu smiled and said, "See, the one who made you anxious is not that fragile."

While speaking, the whole picture has been unfolded, the two women pulled one end at the first time, and brought it to Wen Miao first, the family education is like this, at this time, the elders should be taken care of first.

Wen Mao observed and nodded slightly, "Good calligraphy and good calligraphy are worthy of the old Mr. Yuwen's praise of 'the sea is flowing, one son in a hundred years', and he is worthy of being the world-famous Tanhualang."

"Hey, this word seems to be practiced casually." Changsun Wen Yanxing looked strange, and pointed to the line at the end that was not in the space, "Look."

Everyone stared, Wen Shu murmured, "Three silly birds outside..." The voice stopped abruptly.

How can this extremely discordant line of words feel like a curse.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what's going on?
Wen Yan said: "Maybe it's because when I was writing, there were three birds chirping outside the window or something. But what my elder brother said is right, this handwriting is indeed a handwriting practice. It is a work of handwriting practice, coupled with this line of extra-text , it can be said that this word is particularly interesting."

His mother, Wen Rong, leaned against the back of the old man's chair and watched for a while, "It's only a few words, maybe fifty or sixty. I'm still practicing writing. How dare I sell it for 200,000 taels of silver? It's so easy to make money, right? Yan'an, you and him are also Jinshi in the same discipline, how much is your writing worth?"

Wen Guoshi on the side couldn't help covering his mouth and giving a "puchi" smile.

Wen Rong immediately realized that he might have said something wrong, and was a little embarrassed.

When her son heard the words, An An quickly explained: "Mother, there are some accounts that you didn't calculate in this way. One is fame, and the other is scarcity. It is rumored that he abandoned literature and went to martial arts, and then it turned out to be as rumored, let alone seeing his new work." , it seems that even the words are no longer written.

So some people searched everywhere for his old writing, except for some that were already on the surface, they couldn't find anything else at all. Even the test papers of the county and township examinations he had taken before were gone, and no one knew who had embezzled them.

Someone dug it up from his old house in the country. Country people don’t know how valuable it is, so they sold it for some money. Our authentic work comes from this. "

Wen Rong sighed, "In other words, if Tan Hualang earns money by writing, he can also make a fortune, but talented people are different."

Wen Xin immediately refuted softly, "Auntie, that's not the case. This Tanhualang is really extraordinary. He is full of talent, lofty character, proud of the world, and his bones are fragrant. I have never heard that he makes money by writing. None of them, obviously disdainful!"

(End of this chapter)