Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

Chapter 461 Visiting the Master
When Yang Yukun and Xu Jingtian returned home from driving practice, his mother-in-law had already prepared dinner and asked him to go to the alley to call his father-in-law, who was playing with rice dumplings, home for dinner.

When Yang Yukun found his father-in-law and the little zongzi at Pian'erye's house, his father-in-law had already drunk them at Pian'erye's house.

"Dad, Mom asked me to ask you to bring the little rice dumplings home for dinner, but I didn't expect you to drink them with Mr. Pian'er."

"Xiao Kun is here. You're here just in time. We haven't had a drink together for a long time. Please sit down and have a drink with me."

When Mr. Pian'er saw Yang Yukun coming, he waved him to sit down, picked up the wine glass and poured him a glass of wine.

"Okay, Master Pian'er, I respect you."

Master Pian'er poured all the wine, and Yang Yukun had no choice but to lift his glass and touch it with the old man.

"Yeah..."

When the little Zongzi saw his father, he opened his hands and asked his father to hug him.

"Dad, I will take the little zongzi back first."

"Okay, you can go back first."

"Master Pian'er, I'll leave first. Come to my place for tea when you have time."

"it is good."

The father-in-law and Mr. Pian'er were drinking vigorously, so Yang Yukun had to go back first with the little rice dumplings.

After coming out of Master Pian'er's house, Yang Yukun returned home soon with the little rice dumplings.

"Xiao Kun, where is your dad?"

Xu Huizhen asked suspiciously when she saw that only her second son-in-law and Xiao Zongzi came back, but Cai Quanwu was not seen.

"My dad got drunk at Mr. Pian'er's place and didn't come back to eat."

"Okay, let's have dinner. Jingtian, Lixia, Xiaoxia, it's time to eat."

"coming."

"Where is third uncle?"

"He ate at Master Pian'er's house, so don't worry about him."

"Third aunt, please sit down and I'll serve the food."

He Lixia took out bowls from the cupboard and served food to everyone. After dinner, Xu Jingtian said that she would invite He Lixia and He Xiaoxia to watch a movie in the cinema. The three sisters went out to the cinema together.

"Black Panther, it's time to eat."

"Wang Wang Wang...!"

Hearing the call to eat, the black panther, who was sleeping in the corner of the yard, rolled over and got up from the ground, wagging its tail and ran to its rice bowl.

"Eat quickly."

Xu Huizhen made a big bowl of leftovers and poured it into Black Panther's rice bowl for him to eat.

"Little Zongzi, come here, let grandma hold you."

"Giggle..."

"Let's go, grandma will take you out for a walk."

"Yeah..."

"Let's go and play."

Xu Huizhen picked up the little rice dumpling and took the little girl out of the house. The well-fed Black Panther quickly followed.

After the mother-in-law took Xiao Zongzi and Black Panther out, he was the only one left in the house.

Yang Yukun reached out and picked up a winter jujube from the jujube tree in the yard and threw it into his mouth. The jujubes from the two jujube trees in the yard had already matured one after another.

Perhaps because of the water from the spiritual spring in the portable planting space, the dates produced by the two old jujube trees in the yard are sweeter, larger, and have a longer fruit period than before.

The fruits of these two jujube trees will gradually mature from late July, and the fruit period will last until November.

The same goes for the two pomegranates, which are in fruiting season from August to October.

Although it is larger and sweeter than ordinary dates and pomegranates, it is still far inferior to the fruits produced in portable planting spaces.

"I haven't been to the master for a long time. Let's go see the master."

Xu Jingping hasn't come back yet, so there's no point in staying at home alone.

After returning home from Coconut City, before even seeing the master, Yang Yukun packed two jars of wine and two large baskets of fruits from his portable planting space, and rode his bicycle to Rouge Alley.

........."Master, I see you are here!"

"here."

"Master, I'm practicing calligraphy. Why is there an extra stroke here?"

Yang Yukun put down the wine and fruit and came to the master's study, where he found the master practicing calligraphy with a pen.

The word "Master" is written by a master of calligraphy with profound artistic conception and proper calligraphy, which is no worse than those ancient literati who left their names in history.

It’s just that the last word is ugly, as if it has been swept by a broom, destroying the overall artistic conception of the painting.

"It's not because of you kid."

"Master, what does this have to do with me? It's obviously your hands that are shaking. Please don't accuse me wrongly."

"If you didn't howl, my master's hands would tremble?"

Bao Baohou put down his pen.

It was originally a work written by everyone in one go, but because the brat shouted loudly at the door just now and scared him, his hand slipped and the writing was ruined.

Yang Yukun smiled and said: "Hehe... I haven't seen you for such a long time. I don't want to give you a surprise."

"Why did you come to my place?"

"I miss you, come and see you."

"sit."

"Got it."

"Drink tea."

"Thank you master."

"I heard from other people in the alley that your boy rebuilt another German car, and also rebuilt one for this girl Jingping and your father-in-law?"

"Master, do you know all this?"

"My teacher is not blind to what's going on outside the window. Your boy is becoming more and more promising now, which is good."

"Master, please don't be jealous of my father-in-law and mother-in-law. The reason why I didn't respect your car is mainly because you are old and it is not safe to drive."

"Of course the teacher knows."

Bapohou knew very well what kind of person his disciple was. He believed that when his disciple bought a new car, he must have considered him as a master.

He is indeed not young anymore, even if he refuses to accept old age.

And he doesn’t have a driver’s license, so even if this guy does refurbish a car for him, he won’t be able to drive it, and he’ll just leave it at home to collect dust, so there’s no need to refurbish it.

"By the way, Master, Master Pian'er said that you haven't had tea and played chess with these old buddies for a while. What have you been busy with these days?"

"What else can I be busy with? I'm busy writing the eighth volume of Song Dynasty."

"Master, is Song Ci almost finished?"

"The ninth volume is coming to an end. Song Ci will finish it in the first half of next year."

"Awesome, Master."

"That's right, you don't even know who your teacher is. I'm a professional in antiques."

"Does Song Ci have any plans after finishing writing?"

"Write another book on appreciation of Ming and Qing porcelain."

The reason why Polan Hou embarked on the path of writing books was because of his disciple Yang Yukun.

Back then, when he had nothing to do, he sorted out his collection experience. His disciple suggested that he submit his collection experience to a publishing house. Unexpectedly, Imperial Ancient Books Publishing House was really willing to publish it.

Then he published his first book, "Shapohou Hou Mingqing Porcelain", which received a very good response after its publication.

The publishing house hoped to continue to cooperate with him, so the series "Appreciation of Tattered Hou Song Porcelain" was launched, with sales and reviews reaching new highs.

The previous book "Bapolan Hou Explains the Porcelain of the Qing Dynasty" was written in a general way. After finishing the series of "Bapolan Hou's Appreciation of Song Porcelain" next year, Poshahou plans to write another series of "Bapolan Hou's Appreciation of Ming and Qing Porcelain" as "Bapolan Hou Explains the Qing Porcelain" series. Supplementary version of ".

The master and the apprentice chatted without saying a word, and unknowingly the conversation lasted until about ten o'clock in the evening.

Seeing how late it was, Yang Yukun said goodbye to his master and left Rouge Alley to go home.

When he returned home, Xu Jingping had already put Xiao Zongzi to sleep and was reading a book in the living room waiting for him to come back.

(End of this chapter)