Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 17

Only one day later, Yi Shuyuan's status in the Yi family has been significantly improved. As soon as his sister-in-law Zhao came back, she stood at the gate of the courtyard and immediately smiled and greeted him politely.

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

"When I left, I told Baokang to go to Beishan."

Yi Shuyuan held the bamboo pot and supported the rocks, and while answering, he quickly walked past Mrs. Zhao into the courtyard, and went straight to the direction of the house.

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

"Oh, he didn't tell me. By the way, there are still some steamed buns in the pot. Uncle, how about some?"

"That's my job, oh yes, there are a lot of stone crabs in this bamboo pot. They will be kept until tomorrow. After cleaning, they will be stewed with porridge. Sprinkle some salt flowers and it will taste very delicious."

Mrs. Zhao took the bamboo jar and opened the lid to have a look. There were indeed many crabs inside, so she replied with a smile.

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

Yi Shuyuan nodded, then went to the main room and set out the stationery.

The same old table, the same pen, ink, and paper, except that today the damaged old inkstone was replaced by a light yellow stone. Yi Shuyuan placed the stone on the table, thinking that he needed something to level it out, but unexpectedly After putting it on, the stone did not shake or shake.

"Tsk tsk, this is fate."

Yi Shuyuan took the ink stick and ground it with clear water. The ink slowly melted in the yellow stone, like layers of dark clouds smudged the sky, and finally turned into a fine blackness.

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

Dip the ink lightly, the pen falls white, and the wolf hair draws beautiful arcs on the paper. Since I could write such a good word yesterday, it is even better with today's state of mind.

It’s really amazing that you can practice calligraphy and write anything, but with an open mind, when Yi Shuyuan continued to write in one go, ink fell on the rice paper. The six people in Shuyuan's dormitory were notified of the criticism.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan is no longer the boring self. The feeling of traveling the world and expressing his longing seems to be continuously enlarged in every word, extending the artistic conception that I am the only one in the world.

Yi Shuyuan writes and reads faster and faster, as if using the pen as a sword, he portrays a myriad of heroic emotions, especially showing his ambition in the world of mortals, and his mood is free!

"Know yin and yang, understand the five elements, respond to the Big Dipper and turn it into stars, the heavenly stems and earthly branches are in harmony with the phases, the four seasons echo each other, swallow the sun and the moon, shake the universe, wander thousands of times and pick up the broken way, see the heaven and the earth, understand the destiny, and sleep alone in the eight directions and six harmony, The law of the sky, the evil of the earth, and the smile and dream follow each other, but I can't sigh the infatuation."

With the sound of "click~", Yi Shuyuan's heart skipped a beat, but the last stroke failed, and the article was terminated.

As the stationery slanted and fell, the nib of the pen drew a long line on the paper, and one corner of the old wooden table collapsed.

"Bang" and "slap".
Paperweights, ink sticks, rocks, and rice paper all fell to the ground as the table fell. Yi Shuyuan stood still holding the pen, and subconsciously stretched out his left hand to grab the pottery bowl filled with clear water.

"Hey, uncle, what's going on with you—"

Mrs. Zhao came in with a bowl of steamed buns, and happened to see the table fall down, and ran over screaming, but the subconsciously aggressive look quickly subsided in front of Yi Shuyuan, becoming kind.

"Uncle, how can this table fall down when it is fine?"

Yi Shuyuan ignored her, put the pottery bowl on the ground, walked to the overturned table, and looked at the cracked corner of the table. It turned out that the foot had already been eaten by moths, and it was not obvious from the outside. The inner side has only a little skin attached.

Now the moths are long gone, but the table that barely lasted for so long will also break down here.

"Hey."

Yi Shuyuan laughed, pointing at the corner of the table.

"This table has been rotten for a long time. If it is not broken today, it will be broken tomorrow. Fortunately, no one was hurt."

Mrs. Zhao followed Yi Shuyuan's gaze to see the table leg, and understood that he was telling the truth, so she patted her chest and handed over the cornbread.

"Oh, so that's how it is. I was taken aback just now. I'll ask the head of the house to find a wooden stick and repair it first. Come to uncle and eat corn buns. Just leave it to me to clean up here."

Yi Shuyuan nodded, picked up the paperweight on the ground, some larger pieces of broken ink, and the yellow stone used as an inkstone, washed the Langhao brush with the bowl of water, put them together in the lacquered wooden box, and took The pottery bowl containing the cornbread was placed on the box, and I carried the box to the opposite room.

Mrs. Zhao said that she would clean it up by herself, but when Yi Shuyuan left, she immediately called her daughter-in-law Mrs. Li, while she was busy with other things.

Of course Yi Shuyuan saw it, 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 difficult to understand in the previous life, it will be clear in this life.

Mrs. Li also worked hard, took a broom to clean up the ground, and just started to clean up, she was subconsciously attracted by the rice paper on the ground.

At this moment, there is not only Yi Shuyuan's last scratch on the surface of the rice paper, but also a pool of ink splashed on it. The remaining ink splashed out just after the yellow stone fell to the ground.

"This word is really beautiful"

Even though Mrs. Li was illiterate at all, she subconsciously felt that it was a pity to just sweep away this piece of paper as garbage. She put down the broom, picked up the rice paper, carefully patted the dust on it, and glanced at Yi Shuyuan's face. room, then hung the paper on an overturned table to dry the ink.

In the evening, Yi Baokang and Yi Yong'an, who went out to help the villagers lay the foundation today, came back, and the child Abao, who went to watch the fun with his friends, also came back.

"Bosses, you guys are back? The table in the main room is damaged by moths, find something to support it first!"

Mrs. Zhao yelled outside from the kitchen.

"Huh? The table is broken?"

Yi Baokang was surprised, and went to the main room with his son to have a look. After checking, it was true, the table legs were eaten away by moths.

When Yi Yong'an arrived in the main room, he had been staring at the piece of rice paper with dried ink.

"The word uncle is really beautiful, and it feels much prettier than last time!"

Yi Baokang smiled, a little proudly.

"That's natural. Your uncle was a well-known prodigy in ten miles and eight villages back then. The teacher from the county was so close to him. He was like a son. No, the son can teach him a lesson. The teacher didn't even want to give your uncle a ruler. Up for auction! Hey, if I hadn’t been sick that year.”

Yi Baokang's voice dropped.

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

"Ah."

Yi Yong'an agreed, but 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, and I felt that none of them could compare with the word uncle. Selling it for ten taels, wouldn't the uncle's words be unbeatable for 100 taels?

Although he knew that the stall owners were all asking for sky-high prices, Yi Yong'an really felt that those 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 still want this paper with writing on it? Do you want me to burn it?"

Yi Yong'an yelled towards Yi Shuyuan's room, the door was ajar, and Yi Shuyuan's voice could be heard.

"No more."

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

Yi Yong'an shouted again.

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

"Dry~kun~change~"

On the other side of the main room, Yi Yongan hesitated again after hearing the words, but was still reluctant to actually set the paper on fire. Although it was already stained with ink, he finally folded the paper carefully and put it away.

Yi Baokang came over with a wooden stick, ax and hemp rope, and measured the length and length of the beveled wood. He could still connect it obliquely to the angle cut by the corner of the table, and then tied it with hemp rope, so that he could use it for a while. .

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, still experiencing the artistic conception when he wrote the text just now, and he didn't know where his mind was drifting.
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PS: It is really slow to enter the topic, but according to the title of the book, it is already in the topic, but I still ask for a monthly ticket, a recommendation ticket, and support!
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