Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Just one day later, Yi Shuyuan's status in the Yi family has obviously improved substantially. As soon as his sister-in-law Zhao saw him coming back, she immediately smiled and became polite at the door of the courtyard.

"Uncle, where have you been so early in the morning? Haven't you had breakfast yet?"

"I told Baokang before I left that I would go to Beishan for a walk."

Yi Shuyuan was holding a bamboo pot and holding rocks. While answering, he quickly walked past Zhao and walked into the courtyard, heading straight towards the house.

Zhao's eyes followed Yi Shuyuan's figure and did not stop being attentive.

"Oh, he didn't tell me. By the way, there are still a few steamed buns hot in the pot. Can uncle eat some?"

"Thank you for your work. Oh, by the way, there are a lot of stone crabs in this bamboo pot. They will be raised until tomorrow. After cleaning, they will be stewed with the porridge. Sprinkle some salt and it will be delicious."

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

"Then I'll get you some steamed buns first."

Yi Shuyuan nodded, then went to the main room and laid out the study utensils.

The same old table, the same ink and paper, but today the damaged old inkstone was replaced with a light yellow stone. Yi Shuyuan placed the stone on the table. He thought he needed something to smooth it, but he didn't expect it. After putting it on, the stone did not shake.

"Tsk, tsk, this is fate."

Yi Shuyuan took an ink stick and ground it with clean water. The ink slowly melted in the yellow stone, like dark clouds smearing the sky layer by layer, and finally turned into a delicate and pitch black.

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

Dab the ink lightly, the pen strokes will be white, and the wolf hair will draw beautiful arcs on the paper. Since I could write such good words yesterday, I can do it even better with today's state of mind.

I was so impressed that I could write anything when I practiced calligraphy, but with an open mind, when Yi Shuyuan kept writing in one breath, the ink on the rice paper was the "Change of the Universe", which was what caused Yi Shuyuan that year. The six people in Shuyuan's dormitory were handed critical remarks.

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

Yi Shuyuan wrote and recited faster and faster, as if using the pen as a sword, depicting a myriad of heroic emotions, especially his ambition to be in the world of mortals, and his happy mood!

"Knowing Yin and Yang, participating in the five elements, corresponding to the stars in the Big Dipper, numbering the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and echoing the four seasons, swallowing the sun and moon, shaking the universe, wandering in thousands of ways, looking at the heaven and earth, understanding fate, dreaming alone in the six directions, The law of Tiangang makes the earth change violently, and smiles and dreams accompany you, but you can't sigh but be infatuated."

"Click~" Yi Shuyuan's heart skipped a beat, but he failed to write the last stroke, and the article ended from then on.

As the writing utensils slid down at an angle, the pen tip made a long mark on the paper, and one corner of the old wooden table collapsed.

"Bang" and "pop".

Paperweights, ink sticks, rocks, and rice paper all fell to the ground as the table tipped over. Yi Shuyuan stood there holding the pen, but subconsciously stretched out his left hand to grab the pottery bowl filled with water.

"Oh, uncle, what's the matter with you——"

Mrs. Zhao came in with a bowl of steamed buns and happened to see the table overturned. She immediately ran over screaming, but her subconscious aggressive look quickly calmed down in front of Yi Shuyuan and became gentle.

"Uncle, how come this table is so good that it falls over?"

Yi Shuyuan ignored her. He put the pottery bowl on the ground and walked to the table that was tilted sideways. He looked at the cracked table corner. It turned out that the foot had been eaten by insects. It was not obvious from the outside. The upper part The inner side is only connected to a little outer skin.

Nowadays, the moths are long gone, but the table that has managed to last for so long will break down.

"Hey."

Yi Shuyuan laughed and pointed at the corner of the table.

"This table has been hollowed out for a long time. It will break down either today or tomorrow. Fortunately, no one was hurt."

At this moment, Mrs. Zhao also followed Yi Shuyuan's gaze and saw the table leg, and understood that he was telling the truth. She patted her chest and handed over the steamed bun.

"Oh, that's it. It shocked me just now. I'll ask the boss to find a wooden stick to repair it first. Come to the uncle and eat some steamed buns. Just leave it to me to take care of it."

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

Mrs. Zhao said she would take care of it herself, but when Yi Shuyuan left, she immediately called her daughter-in-law Li, while she went to do other things.

Of course Yi Shuyuan saw it in his eyes, shook his head and sighed in his heart. No wonder there is a saying that a daughter-in-law is a mother-in-law. If it was difficult to understand in the previous life, it will be clear in this life.

Mrs. Li worked hard and took the broom to clean up the floor. As she started cleaning up, she was subconsciously attracted to the piece of rice paper on the floor.

At this moment, the surface of the rice paper was not only scratched by Yi Shuyuan's last stroke, but also splashed with a pool of ink. It was just as the yellow stone fell to the ground that the remaining ink spilled out.

"This word is really beautiful"

Even though Mrs. Li couldn't read at all, she subconsciously felt that it would be a pity to just throw this piece of paper away as garbage. She put down the broom, picked up the rice paper, carefully patted the dust on it, and glanced at Yi Shuyuan's room, and then hung the paper on an overturned table to dry the ink.

In the evening, Yi Baokang and Yi Yongan, who had gone out to help the villagers lay the foundation today, came back, and the child Abao who went to watch the fun and play with his friends also came back.

"Master, are you back? The table in the main room is damaged by insects. Find something to prop it up first!"

Mrs. Zhao shouted outside the kitchen.

"Huh? The table is broken?"

Yi Baokang was surprised and walked to the main room with his son to take a look. After checking, it was indeed the case. The table legs were eaten by insects.

When Yi Yongan arrived in the main room, he kept staring at the dry ink on the rice paper.

"The word "uncle" is really beautiful. It feels much prettier than last time!"

Yi Baokang smiled, somewhat proudly.

"That's natural. Your uncle was a well-known child prodigy from all over the country back then. The county school master was so close to him that he treated him like a son. No, a son can be taught a lesson at will. The master couldn't even bear to put a ruler in your uncle's hand. Up for auction! Hey, if I hadn’t been ill that year.”

Yi Baokang's voice dropped.

"Okay, don't be stunned. You turn the table over first, and I'll find a stick."

"Um."

Yi Yong'an agreed, but kept staring at the rice paper, thinking, last time he was in the city, there were so many calligraphy and paintings on the calligraphy and painting stalls, and I felt that none of them could compare to the uncle's one. Good guy, that stall owner dared If it sells for ten taels, wouldn’t it mean that the uncle can’t even sell it for a hundred taels?

Although he knew that the stall owners were asking for exorbitant prices, Yi Yongan really felt that the so-called calligraphy and paintings that could be sold for money were not as good as the ones on this piece of paper.

"Uncle - do you still want the paper with writing on it? Do you want me to burn it?"

Yi Yongan shouted towards Yi Shuyuan's house and asked. The door over there was ajar, and Yi Shuyuan's voice could be heard.

"No more."

"Oh, uncle, what are you writing?"

Yi Yongan shouted again.

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

"Qian~kun~change~"

Over in the main room, Yi Yongan hesitated after hearing this, but was still reluctant to actually take the paper to burn on the fire. Although it had been stained with ink, he finally carefully folded the paper and put it away.

Yi Baokang came over with a wooden stick, axe, and hemp rope. He measured the length, cut the wood at an angle, and connected it diagonally to the angle cut by the corner of the table. Then tied it with hemp rope, and it could be used for a while. .

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, still experiencing the artistic conception he had just written when he wrote the ink, and he didn't know where his mind was drifting.

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PS: It is indeed a little slow to enter the topic, but in fact, according to the title of the book, it is already in the topic, but I still ask for monthly votes, recommendation votes, and support!