Chapter 15 Calligraphy and Painting
Seeing that Ye Tian refused to admit it, Liao Haode fell silent, and after walking dozens of meters away, he suddenly said: "Ye Tian, don't you want to know what I found six hundred steps from the first half of the village?"
Ye Tian had been speculating about this, and after hearing Liao Haode's words, he blurted out: "What did you find?"
"Haha, you still refuse to admit that you said that?"
Liao Haode laughed out loud when he heard this, but thinking about his fifties or sixties, he was also slightly red when he wanted to be tempted by a hairy child.
"How about that? Children speak, they can't really ......" Ye Tian curled his lips, playing a scoundrel is also a child's patent.
"Hey, you little guy, you don't want to eat at all......"
Liao Haode shook his head helplessly and said: "After I heard Xiaolong's words from you, I went home and asked the old man that 600 steps from the head of the village was originally where my ancestral grave surnamed Liao was located.
Even if I know that my mother is buried there, I can't find the specific location, so don't I ask you for help, little immortal?"
After returning from the market, Liao Haode specially invited several elders in the village to go to the village head with him to check, and an old man remembered on the spot that this long piece of land full of corn was where the ancestral tomb of the Liao family was located.
Since the direct descendants of the Liao family were no longer in China, the relatives of the collateral branch did not dare to come here to burn paper graves in that turbulent era, so decades passed and they were slowly forgotten.
Finding his ancestral grave, Liao Haode was excited for a while, but then he became distressed, just knowing this, it is not enough, you know, more than ten generations of ancestors of the Liao family are buried here, even Liao Haode's grandfather.
This is for the joint burial of his parents, if the bones of his ancestors are dug up, then even his dead father will not be able to think about the ancestors' explanation.
So after wandering around the land for two days, Liao Haode finally thought of Ye Tian again, since that little guy could know the purpose of his return to China and pointed out the location of his ancestral grave, then it should not be difficult to find his mother's coffin, right?
After thinking about it left and right, Liao Haode found Guo Xiaolong, but Guo Xiaolong didn't know where Ye Tian lived, so he asked the comrades of the United Front Work Department to find Yu Haoran to come to Ye Tian's house.
After figuring out the cause and effect, Ye Tian tilted his little head and thought for a while, and said: "Grandpa Liao, I can only see so many things from your face, if you can't find it yet, I can't help it......"
"This ...... You can get my intention just from my face, and now you don't even ask my mother's name and horoscope, just say that you can't find my mother's grave, little guy, are you lying again......"
Liao Haode is not so easy to fool, and he didn't take it seriously because Ye Tian is young, there are many strange people and strange things in this world, and Ye Tian has already shown his magical place.
"Grandpa Liao, I hurt my vitality yesterday, I really can't help you......"
Ye Tian shook his head, and after seeing the disappointed look on Liao Haode's face this time, he smiled secretly, and then said: "I can't help you, but my master can, he is a direct descendant of the contemporary lineage of lineage, feng shui is good at divination and physiognomy, and no one in China can surpass ......."
"Really?" Liao Haode cheered up, the little ones are so powerful, do the old ones still need to ask?
"Of course, my master is over a hundred years old......"
"Let's go, let's go faster, let me visit the old immortal ......" Although he was a little dissatisfied with Ye Tian's words about more than a hundred years old, Liao Haode still quickened his pace, his heart full of expectations.
In summer, Maoshan is full of flowers, trees and leaves, the scenery is very charming, a few children stop and go, the original half-hour mountain road, until noon, to the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.
And the old Taoist with white beard and hair, and his skin color is like that of a young man, and he did not disappoint Liao Haode, although he has not talked about it in depth, but just looking at his appearance, he definitely looks like a virtuous master.
"Stinky boy, why are you running around if you are not completely cured? Reach out your hand......"
Although he saw that the apprentice was looking good, he still took Ye Tian's pulse, and felt that the pulse was beating steadily and powerfully, so he felt relieved.
"Master, this Grandpa Liao is looking for you, he came back from the United States, and he said he wanted to donate a sum of money to our Taoist temple......"
Ye Tian's words made Liao Haode a little dumbfounded, but he didn't refute it, if the old Taoist in front of him could really help him fulfill his father's wish, then donating 10,000 and 8,000 would be nothing to his current net worth.
"I have heard the name of the old immortal for a long time, and I came to visit today, so I hope you don't ...... blame me" Of course Liao Haode will say beautiful words, but whether to donate money depends on whether the other party has the ability to take it.
After meeting with Lao Dao, Liao Haode said to his cousin: "Feng Situation, you guys go over there to play, Ye Tian's children stay first......"
After hearing Liao Haode's words, they all followed the young man named Feng Kuang to watch the craftsmen repair the Taoist temple.
"Master, what are you in these big boxes? Why have I never seen it before?"
Ye Tian found that there were three large red wooden boxes next to Lao Dao, each more than half a meter high, but the color on it was slightly dull, and the paint color fell off in many places, which should be something from some years.
But Ye Tian was curious and curious about being here, this Taoist temple was not big, he had already touched it before, back, and back, but he had never seen these boxes.
"You kid sleeps on it every day, and you say you haven't seen it?"
The old Taoist laughed when he heard this, he put these boxes together against the wall, and built a layer of bricks outside, so that the objects in the box were completely preserved.
"What is this?"
Ye Tian stretched out his hand and lifted a box, and after seeing the objects inside, he couldn't help but frown, "Master, why are you putting this roll of paper inside?"
The box opened by Ye Tian had a small cloth bag at the four corners, sewn with dry lime, which was used to prevent moisture, and in the middle of the box, there were scrolls of different lengths rolled together.
After picking up the top scroll and spreading it out, Ye Tian suddenly shouted: "This ...... This is a painting......"
The size of this painting is not large, it is about 40 centimeters long, only 30 centimeters wide, and there is only one crab and two shrimp on a banner of more than a foot.
In the lower left corner of this painting, there is also a line of seal script, which reads the words "Gift to the good old brother", although there are only a few numbers, but the strokes are vertical and horizontal, simple and spicy, the inside and outside are extended, the body is natural, majestic and thick but not agility, just like the crab in the painting, quite showing the pen and ink skills.
The inscription of this small banner reads "Baishi was made in the ninth year of the people", and there is also a bright red seal underneath, engraved with three small seals of "Baishi Weng".
"Master, who is this white stone? It's so well drawn......"
Ye Tian was a little fascinated by it, he was very familiar with fish and shrimp, this painting was like a photo, fully showing the charm of crabs and shrimp, as if he had seen the real thing.
After hearing Ye Tian's words, Lao Dao stretched out his head to look at the painting, curled his lips, and said: "Qi Baishi? This old boy refused to pay the hexagram, so he took a few broken paintings as collateral......"
Although Qi Baishi said that Qi Baishi was worthless, the old Taoist's expression was a little proud, Qi Baishi did leave a lot of paintings, but there were very few who signed for me and I was still alive.
After hearing his words, he casually rolled up the picture, went to the box, and copied a gray cloth folded into a square from the bottom.
"The iron mouth is straight, a hexagram of gold?! Zhang Daqianshu? Haha, Master, do you still keep the line you used to walk in the world?"
Ye Tian unfolded this piece of cloth, but it was a cloth curtain about 1.2 meters long and about 60 centimeters wide, and there were also a few words written on it, but as soon as Ye Tian saw this word, he couldn't help but laugh.
This kind of cloth curtain supported by wooden sticks and held in the hand is called a fortune-telling banner, and some people call it "Pingjin", which is an indispensable line for fortune-tellers who walked the streets and houses in the early years.
The fortune teller who set up a stall that Ye Tian saw at the market a few days ago also had such a line in front of his stall, which was written on it with the divine calculation of sackcloth, which played the same role as this object, but the words on it were not as good as this.
"Stinky boy, you know a fart, if you take this thing out, you can change houses in the county seat immediately, and you'll be so angry with me......"
Hearing Ye Tian's words, and seeing his proud appearance, the old Taoist was so angry that he almost didn't catch his breath, and the things he had painstakingly saved were actually worthless in the eyes of his apprentices?
"Cut, Master, who are you, I can also write brush words, not necessarily worse than these words......"
Ye Tian curled his lips when he heard this, a house in the county costs thousands of yuan, so use such a foot wrap to exchange? Only fools do such things.
"Old ...... Sir, ...... Your word is...... Did Zhang Daqian write it?"
Before Ye Tian finished speaking, the curtain in his hand was snatched by Liao Haode beside him, and he took it in his hand and examined it carefully.
Liao Haode's father was born as a literati, and it can be regarded as a family background, and the reputation of Baishi and Zhang Daqian, two modern celebrities, is thunderous.
When he saw Qi Baishi's painting just now, Liao Haode hadn't reacted yet, but when he saw Zhang Daqian's words again, he had even forgotten his original intention of coming to Lao Dao.
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