Song Dynasty

Chapter 30 Respect Knowledge

After Wang Shen walked into the storeroom quickly, he saw An Niang was crying silently while looking at Yue Yun who was lying in the pile of linen bags.Originally, there were old and weak civilians in the warehouse as auxiliary soldiers, and they did not directly participate in the battle.Today's battle is really fierce, and those people have already been recruited.

At this moment, the empty warehouse was filled with the echo of Yue Yun's heavy breathing.

He hurried forward and asked in a low voice, "Ms. An, how is Ying Xiang?"

"I...it's okay...it's okay..." Yue Yun had already woken up, and said in a low voice: "The bone is not broken, but the lung meridian is injured, I will die... cough cough... I can't die, cough cough..."

With this burst of coughing, blood spots choked out from the nostrils.

Wang Shen held An Niang who was about to open her mouth to cry: "Don't worry, take a few soups and medicines, and you will be fine after a month. An Niang, I have something here and I need your help."

An Niang hurriedly stood up: "Yes, my lord."

She had heard it clearly just now that Wang Shen admitted to Li Cheng that he was the envoy sent by the imperial court to issue imperial edicts to Li Cheng.While being shocked in my heart, I was suddenly a little afraid.

Wang Shen smiled wryly and shook his head. He didn't care about explaining, so he opened his bag, took out the drawing board, and spread it out on a sack.Pointing to the inkstone and ink ingots again: "Anniang, sharpen the ink quickly."

"what……"

Wang Shen: "Hurry up, Li Cheng is still waiting to read the imperial decree, I have to write a copy quickly."

"Ah!" Not only An Niang, but also Yue Yun sat up suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Quickly sharpen it... Hey, forget it, I'll do it." Wang Shen spit bloody saliva into the inkstone twice, picked up an ingot of ink and began to sharpen it.

This is top-notch Shanghai Cao Sugong, a small ink ingot worth a thousand yuan.

Only then did An Niang wake up, and added water to the inkstone.

In just a moment, a pool of ink was ground, and the black luster shone under the sky, as crystal clear and moist as a piece of black jade.

Wang Shen took out a piece of cooked rice paper with gold foil and dark flowers printed on it, dipped the pen in the ink, thought for a while, and began to write quickly.

This piece of paper is produced by a century-old Beijing Liulichang, and it costs [-] RMB per piece.Ink is good ink, and paper is good paper. It is suitable to use at this time. I hope to fool Li Cheng.

This was the first time Wang Shen wrote after traveling to the Southern Song Dynasty. An Niang was curious and couldn't help but lean over.Seeing this, my heart was shocked, and I didn't feel like saying: "Good words."

"That's natural. Zhao Jiu's handwriting can still be bad. In fact, several officials in the Song Dynasty, whether it is Yingzong, Shenzong or Zhezong, are all masters of calligraphy. As for the emperor Daojun, he is the master of a new generation. It's a pity that, None of them are qualified emperors, the better their handwriting, the more harm they will do to the country."

An Niang: "This... this is the word of today's officials..."

"Yes, I've seen it before, and I've seen it before, but now I learned it, and it's almost the same, but I can't learn the charm." While speaking, Wang Shen had finished writing an imperial decree, and threw the pen away. to the side.Then he took out a box from the bundle, took out a half-foot-square yellow and pastry-like thing from it, picked up the carving knife and quickly carved it.

An Niang: "Brother Wang...Brother, you are..."

"I've finished writing Zhao Jiu's imperial decree, but I have to get a jade seal to cover it to make sense, and I have to do a full set of plays." Wang Shen said without raising his head.

……

At this moment, outside the warehouse, it was almost time for Wang Shen to go in for a pot of tea.

A soldier of Li Chengjun became impatient: "Heavenly King, is that thief up to some tricks, or, the subordinates wait to go in and have a look?"

"What kind of thief is an angel, so don't be rude. How important is it to promulgate the imperial decree, how can you be hasty, all the etiquette must be followed." Li Cheng said lightly: "Don't worry, wait."

"Yes, King."

……

Yes, what Wang Shen told An Niang was not a lie. He had indeed seen the imperial edict written by Zhao Gou himself, but it was in the Metropolitan Museum of America in modern society.

At that time, when Wang Shen was traveling in the United States, he saw it with his own eyes and found that Zhao Gou's handwriting was really beautiful.Immediately admired in my heart, could it be possible that the emperors of the Song Dynasty carried the genes of artists in their bones?

After he got down, he searched the computer for the picture of Zhao Gou's imperial decree, and copied it carefully for a long time.

Calligraphy is a thing that can be mastered in one way, and once you step into the threshold, it is not difficult to imitate other people's handwriting.At least according to Wang Shen's current methods, Xiao Rang, the sage writer in "Water Margin" who can imitate Su, Huang, Mi, and Cai's handwriting, is nothing more than that.

The format of the imperial decrees of the Song Dynasty was also simple.

The title is nothing more than "Chi" followed by the name of the relevant organization, followed by the content of the imperial edict, and the end is "Therefore, I want to know" and then write the year, month, and day.

The imperial decree of the emperor can be generally divided into three types: "imperial", "report", and "imperial". Judging from the word "imperial", it is an imperial edict, not a formal edict.The imperial edict is used to promulgate major policies, and the only way to recruit Li Cheng is to use the imperial edict, that is, the imperial edict, so that it is in line with the rules and there is no chaos at all.

As for the following text, in fact, in ancient China, as long as it was not a formal edict, the imperial edicts written by the emperor and the instructions on the memorial were not so particular, and they could write whatever they thought in their hearts.

The most famous of these is Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty's Zhu Zhu, "I know." Money, eyes are black."

"That's the nature of me, that's the kind of man I am."

……

At any rate, he has received more than ten years of modern education, and spends all day on military history and Chinese studies forums, writing a few vernacular sentences indiscriminately, but it is hard for Wang Shen.

In the end, there was only one jade seal missing.

This is the simplest thing. As a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts, you can easily draw anything if you look at it, no matter how long it takes.Moreover, Wang Shen has a full set of tools in hand: a carving knife, a mold clip, and several squares of boxwood blocks for practicing hands.

However, it was too late to use boxwood to carve jade seals at this time.Well, the soap used for personal hygiene can be reluctantly tried.

The half-foot square yellow Huhu that he took out just now, which looks like a pastry, is Diaopai Natural Soap.

Soap is a good thing when it comes to hiking.In addition to being used for personal hygiene, it can also be used to clean wounds if the body is injured.In addition, bait can be used to catch carnivorous and omnivorous fish such as catfish to supplement supplies, which is a must for hiking.

About three or four minutes later, the jade seal was carved. Under the pressure of life and death, Wang Shen felt that his hands and feet had never been so nimble.

He smeared inkpad on the big seal, and covered it with a bang.

Zhao Jiu personally ordered the completion of the work.

"It's really a treasure of art!" Wang Shen suddenly remembered that the original one he saw in the Metropolitan Museum was simply made from the same mold.

I was extremely satisfied in my heart, and also extremely proud.

Yiduo is not overwhelmed.

Things like knowledge may not be of much use at ordinary times, but it is always good to learn.

knowledge is power.

He laughed, picked up a pottery bowl, replaced wine with tea, and raised it above his head: "Respect knowledge!"

(End of this chapter)