Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 231
Hearing that Yi Abao said that there was Grandpa's calligraphy, others hurriedly begged him to take it out and have a look.

"Brother Yi, since there are, can you let me wait and see?" "Yes, Bao, show me!"

"How do you know if you're bragging if you don't show us?"

Bao frowned.

"It's just a little troublesome."

The other people, who were already aroused by curiosity, immediately urged and pleaded.

"What's the trouble?" "A Bao, you said that your uncle and grandpa are very good at calligraphy."

"Yeah, you aroused our curiosity. You obviously have calligraphy but don't show it to us. What's the point?"

Ah Bao felt a little embarrassed and uneasy now, he talked too much just now, in fact, it was a few years ago that he read Grandpa's words last time.

What if a friend thinks the words are the same after reading it?

It's beautifully written, but what if it can't compare to the master?And it's also stained with a pool of ink, some can't take it out
"A Bao, you are not really bragging, are you afraid to show us now?"

Being begged repeatedly and provoked by this sentence, Ah Bao gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Okay! Just look at it, you wait here, I'll get it!"

"That's great!" "Go and come back!"

"Wait!"

As Bao said, he got up and opened the door of the study, and quickly closed the door after going out to keep out the cold wind.

Several people in the study started discussing again.

"Do you think Brother Yi is bragging?" "I don't think so, but why is he hesitant?"

"Indeed." "Oh, I'll find out later!"

"But have you ever heard of a great calligrapher surnamed Yi?" "And he's still alive."

"It seems... never heard of it."

On the other side, Ah Bao had already come out of the study and walked across the yard to the wing room on the other side. He was still drinking and chatting in the front yard, and his father did not return to his room.

Ah Bao pushed open the door of his parents' room, and he could find the old box in the corner of the room without turning on the lights. It was left when the old house was not demolished, and it contained some things left by his great-grandfather and things left by his uncle.

To be honest, the two generations of Yi Baokang and Yi Yong'an basically wouldn't touch the things in this box, and they had already said that they were reserved for A Bao.

So Ah Bao didn't think it was inappropriate for him to take it to see if there was anything inappropriate. He opened the box and took the old lacquered mahogany box directly, and then hurried back to the study.

The people in the study were chatting, when they suddenly saw the door being opened, Ah Bao came back with a lacquered mahogany box in his arms, and they all gathered together.

"Bring it?" "In it?"

"Of course it's inside, get out of the way!"

A Bao walked to the desk and put the wooden box on it, and a group of people stared at the box.

This box is dark red, and the paint surface has faded a lot, but the paint peeled off is also covered with paste, which looks very old.

And seeing Abao's seriousness, even some foolish people around him became serious, as if they were facing the assessment of the master.

Ah Bao broke the lock and carefully opened the wooden box. Inside were two old pens, a damaged old inkstone, and a piece of rolled paper with obvious ink marks.

Ah Bao carefully took out the piece of paper, and then slowly unfolded it on the desk. Although most of the paper was soaked in ink, the rest of the visible text was also exposed in front of everyone.
Just reading this article, everyone, including Ah Bao, was quickly distracted by the words.

The clouds sway gently, the aura is compelling, and the iron draws the silver hook, moving like a dragon
As a student of Yuezhou Academy, I have seen many famous works. Many masters in the academy also like calligraphy, and even ask students to copy some copybooks. Naturally, they have a certain appreciation for calligraphy.

But the words in front of him brought a special kind of shock, even Yi Abao, who had seen it many times before, couldn’t help being shocked. Every time I read Grandpa’s words, I felt that it was different from the last time, and I was amazed every time!
"Here, is this the word of your uncle, Brother Yi?"

"I, why do I feel that this word is better than the original handwriting of Yan Qin, the book madman? Is it my illusion?"

"I'm afraid you're not the only one who feels this way." "There's nothing more, nothing more!"

"But it's a pity, why did the ink get spilled!" "Oh, it hurts!"

A Bao hadn't said anything yet, the people around him were already beating their chests and feet.

"I really want to read the whole story!" "Such a calligraphy is in front of me, but I can't see the whole picture, alas!"

"Hey, why is it stained with so much ink?"

Ah Bao himself just recovered from the shock. He was still very satisfied with the reactions of his friends.

"When I was a child, my uncle was writing in the lobby of our home. When I was about to finish writing, the table leg broke, everything on the table fell off, and the ink spilled on the words."

Several people circled the paper and looked at it again and again, their regret and longing were beyond words.

"Brother Yi, your uncle, what about others?" "Yes, where did your uncle go, and when will you be back?"

"Can you ask for a calligraphy for me when I come back?" "I want it too!"

"And me!" "Brother Yi, there is a younger sister in my family who is only two years younger than me. Although she is young, she is already born like a flower and like a jade. In the future"

Ah Bao's head was getting bigger, so he waved his hands quickly.

"Don't, don't, don't say it! How can I be the master of my uncle, besides, he hasn't come back for many years."

"Then how long was the last time your uncle and grandpa came back after going out?"

When someone asked such a question, Ah Bao was rendered speechless for a moment, and it took him a while to bite the bullet and answer.

"Looks like decades."

"Huh?" "What?" "Decades?"

Others suspected that they had heard it wrong, but Ah Bao smiled wryly, this is indeed the truth.

Seeing Bao like this, several friends were also a little downcast, but they still held hope.

"Brother Yi, to be honest, who is your uncle?" "Yes, who is it?"

"Based on this word, if Yan Qin is still alive and sees it, he will never be so arrogant as to say that Dayong's 300-year calligraphy is the only one that favors him!"

"Although it's a bit exaggerated, I think brother Zhang is right!"

"Agree!" "Second!"

"Uh, Bao, just tell us, what is the relationship between us, we will never go out and talk nonsense!"

"Yeah, tell us!"

For his uncle to be recognized so much, Ah Bao was both happy and proud, with a bit of complacency on his face.

"Uncle Grandpa never said that I'm not allowed to tell others. My grandfather's original name was Yi Hanlin, but he changed his name later, and my uncle's name has always been Yi Shuyuan!"

"Yi Shuyuan?"

As soon as they heard the two names "Hanlin" and "Shuyuan", several people knew which two words they were.

"Well, Master Registrar showed me his framed poem, which was also written by my uncle, so I know that besides his real name, uncle also has another name called Yi Daozi!"

Others nodded slightly, using "Tao" as the name, did they boast that their skills were close to Tao, but they did have the capital of pride.

But I searched all my memories and never thought about these two names. I can only say that they should be hermits.

"By the way, what are the words on this copybook called?"

"Grandpa didn't leave a note, but my dad asked him back then. If I remember correctly, it should be called "The Change of the Universe."

"The world has changed?" "This year's New Year's Eve is really worth it!"

"yes."

Several people are very excited, this is obviously a hermit with a lot of stories, I didn't expect my classmate's family to have such a background!

"Brother Yi, why isn't this word framed?" "Yeah, don't you feel sad about this clumsy way of preservation?"

"That's right, just leave it like this, it will go bad after a few years!"

"Frame it?"

Under the instigation of everyone, Yi Abao also felt that it was really necessary to frame this word, after all, it was old paper, which had already turned yellow, so it should be preserved properly.
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Framed calligraphy and painting is not something that a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old academy students can handle. Not to mention that the Yi family does not have the corresponding tools, even if they have, such precious characters would not dare to operate by themselves.

After asking father and grandfather, and convincing the two elders together with friends, the six people, including Yi Abao, hurried out on the second day of the new year and took a carriage directly to Yuanjiang County.

Everywhere in the city during the New Year is very lively, not to mention all kinds of calligraphy and painting stalls.

But of course the six of them couldn't just find a roadside stall and ask someone to help frame the calligraphy and painting. Yuezhou Academy has a teacher whose hometown is in Yuanjiang County, so it is definitely more reliable to find a teacher for this kind of thing.

The Yi family also gave gifts to the master here before, and Yi Abao still knows where the master's house is.

The six people got out of the car and went to look for their wives together. Naturally, they couldn't forget the gifts, but they mainly focused on eating, and they were all very excited about this meeting.

"Do you think Mr. Li will be surprised if he sees this word?" "Then there is no need to ask?"

"Hey, I can't wait to see what he looks like!"

After crossing the streets and alleys for a while, the six people quickly arrived at the gate of a small courtyard in a residential area in the city, and one of them knocked on the door impatiently.

"Boom boom boom" "Boom boom boom"

After a few knocks, a man in his thirties opened the door.

"You are?"

As soon as the man asked a question, all six of them saw an old man behind him in front of the house looking out the door, and immediately bowed to the inside together, and said in unison.

"Students are here to pay New Year's greetings to Master Li!"

"Okay, okay, it's good if you have this kind of heart! Please come in, how about having lunch here today?"

The old master was all smiles. During the New Year period, some students especially came to pay New Year's greetings, especially when there were other guests at home, they still had very long faces.

"Master Xie! By the way, here are the pastries for you!" "This is preserved fruit!"

"There are still two catties of fine wine!"

"Hahahaha"

The old master looked at the six students and thought it was very pleasing to the eye, so he came over to greet them personally.

Naturally, the master's house could not be as big as the Yi family is today, but it was much better than ordinary houses. When six people entered the house, other guests who were sitting or standing in the house would also look around, there must be seven or eight.

However, compared to other guests, the old master is more inclined to entertain students who rarely visit.

However, there is no special study room at home, so I vacate a table in the living room to entertain. There are three large square tables in it for a while, and I also eat here for a while.

After serving tea and snacks and exchanging pleasantries, the six students finally couldn't help but express their intentions.

The old master was also very surprised to hear that.

"A framer? Calligraphy and painting handed down from family?"

When the six people came, they discussed it, and only talked about the calligraphy and paintings handed down from Yi's family, but did not mention that it was written by Uncle Yi's Abaobo.

"Yes Master, that word is absolutely perfect!" "It can't be accomplished without the master of the book!"

"That's right, Yan Qin might not even dare to compare with him in this world!"

Upon hearing this, the old master immediately glared at the speaker.

"Don't talk nonsense! Now that you have brought it, let me see it!"

Some of the guests who were chatting nearby also heard their conversations. Obviously, many of them are literate, and they will also look at this side happily.

Abao opened a wooden box he brought, and inside was the piece of paper that was stored alone. Like the friends beside him, he had a smile on his face.

When the paper slowly unfolded and the words on the paper were clearly revealed, the old master's pupils couldn't help but dilate.

Some of the onlookers also fell into a daze.

It took a while for the old master to come back to his senses, and his voice already trembled.

"Okay, good handwriting. This, this. Which famous artist's authentic handwriting is this? This handwriting is completely natural, completely natural! Oh, what a pity, what a pity, half of it is stained with ink, and the whole picture is not complete, what a pity!"

"Family handed down calligraphy and painting, the person who left the ink seems not to want to be widely known."

The old master frowned slightly but nodded, reluctant to take his eyes off the words.

"Then does this article have a title?"

A person beside Ah Bao rushed to answer.

"Yes, yes, this article is called "The Change of the Universe"!"

The old master stroked his beard and sighed.

"I'm afraid Yanqin really can't write such a handwriting. This kind of handwriting has never been seen before, and there are very few surviving works of this famous artist!"

This word is very agile and majestic, it seems to be sharp and restrained, at first glance, the handwriting is not too old, but when you look closely, it seems to have existed in ancient times, as if it contains thousands of changes, and it is even more like a flash of light
The old master has never seen such a heart-shattering word in his life.

"Even though this article is lacking, it is even more precious. I dare to conclude that even among the works of that famous artist, this article is absolutely extraordinary. Every word is worth a thousand dollars! It will not be exchanged for a thousand dollars."

Among the guests at the side, one of them could not take his eyes off the words when he saw the words, and he was even more shocked when he heard the old master's comments.

This piece of ink-stained words is priceless!

While everyone was admiring, the guest quietly pulled Master Li's son aside.

"Brother Li, such a good word really needs to be framed, but the paper is yellowed and old, and I'm afraid it won't stand up to the trouble. If ordinary craftsmen don't handle it properly, they will definitely damage the word, and that would be a great sin!"

Li Shengfa knew that this friend opened a study shop, and knew some of the tricks, so he asked.

"Could it be that Brother Liu wants to help with the frame?"

The guest quickly shook his head.

"Other calligraphy and paintings are fine. I don't dare to do this one. Besides, there is no good craftsman in such a small place as Yuanjiang County! I know a brilliant craftsman in Yuezhou, who can even remount ancient paintings without any damage. There is no difference when blending them in. I think it is safe to ask him for this matter!"

(End of this chapter)