Grandpa is not vegetarian

After eating, everyone dispersed. Shopkeeper Li went back to the small courtyard in the south of the city, while the four An Xiaobei were left to wait on Chen Hexuan. Only Mu Yunyi took the key and went back to the teahouse to sleep.

When he got up the next morning, the teahouse was deserted. Seeing that An Xiaobei and the others hadn't come back, Mu Yunyi went to the backyard to light a fire and cook, wash his face and brush his teeth, eat and drink enough, then moved the pen and paper into the lobby, and continued Compilation of anthologies of Tang poetry.

It wasn't until mid-sun that someone knocked on the door. After Mu Yunyi opened it, he found out that it was the boy from Zuixianlou: "The boss asked Master Guan to cook, and asked you to go over there and eat together."

"I've already eaten, so I won't go there. Please make a trip, and please go back and thank the host for me."

The boy looked at him unexpectedly, turned and left.

It took about half an hour before An Xiaobei and the others came back. Their walking postures were a bit weird, especially An Xiaobei, whose face was pale and sweating profusely. Mu Yunyi poured him a cup of tea and helped him to the side: "You four serve one, and you still make yourself like this?"

An Xiaobei blushed, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "My master got a set of jade shoots from Xiuyan. I rolled the dice last night. I always lost, so the biggest one will be offered."

Mu Yunyi opened his mouth wide and almost couldn't close it, thinking that Chen Hexuan was really perverted: "Why do you always lose?"

An Xiaobei looked back: "The boss likes me the most, every time he comes to sleep with his arms around me at night, the three of them didn't get angry, so they colluded and deliberately teased me, ouch!" He was afraid that others would hear, so he turned around. Kung Fu, sprained to the wound, and suddenly jumped up in pain, but after standing up, his legs were trembling, trembling, neither standing nor sitting, and finally just sat down on the chairs side by side.

Mu Yunyi sighed: "Why did you come here? Can't you just go?"

An Xiaobei looked at him, and then smiled miserably: "You don't know, the four of us used to be young men from the Changchun Courtyard on Qianjie Street. The boss took a fancy to him, redeemed us with money, and put him here as servants. Everything about us They all belong to the master, let alone our bodies, even if he wants our lives, he still has to give them. Being able to live here is a hundred times better than living in Changchun Courtyard. Here we only need to serve one person of the master, and every year He didn't come here three or five times, and he still had wages to pay. The boss also promised that when we reached the age, he would return us the contract of sale, and go to the government to help us get rid of our humble status and become good citizens. There is hope for starting a family and starting a business.”

Mu Yunyi felt a little uncomfortable, and his impression of Chen Hexuan also changed a little.

An Xiaobei took out another emerald jade ring finger from his bosom, and said with a happy face, "The master treats us very well, and every time he comes to Wangcheng County, he will bring us gifts. Go to the pawn shop, it’s worth two or three taels of silver.”

Mu Yunyi nodded and patted him on the shoulder: "It's fine if you think it's good."

As noon approached, the number of guests in the teahouse gradually increased. Fan Juren was the one who came first among a few acquainted customers. When he saw Mu Yunyi copying poems, he was immediately amazed, picked it up and looked at it repeatedly: "Yunyi, you The handwriting is amazing, I started reading at the age of five, and it has been more than fifty years this year, and I can't leave my hand every day, and when I write it compared with you, it's really a chicken scratch!"

Mu Yunyi was also a little proud: "Master Fan is too famous, the boy can read a few words, but he dare not compare with Master Juren."

"Oh, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed." He took the pages of the book written by Mu Yunyi and read them one by one, admiring each one.

Soon Zhao Yuanwai and the others also came, and Fan Juren showed them Mu Yunyi's handwriting, and these few were also shocked: "From the handwriting on the purse, we can see that Yunyi's handwriting is almost the same. , but I didn't expect it to be so good!"

Several people each held a few pages of paper, watching and admiring there, and Chen Hexuan came in with two young men outside the door: "What's the matter, it's so lively!"

Yuanwai Zhao and shopkeeper Qiu also recognized him, greeted each other, and then showed Mu Yunyi's handwriting to him: "Yunyi not only speaks well, but also writes with such good handwriting. It's really rare."

Chen Hexuan took it over and took a look, his peach blossom eyes were sparkling, he lowered his head and said something in Xitong's ear, Xitong nodded and went out, and came back after a while, holding a pair of folding fans in his hand, Chen Hexuan came to Muyun with the folding fan In front of Yi: "Yunyi, I didn't expect you to write such a good calligraphy! This fan was brought to me by my cousin from the capital. It is full of high-quality teeth. I asked a famous craftsman to carve a thousand-year-old tortoise and crane. I haven’t mentioned the characters for the pattern. I originally wanted to invite a famous calligrapher from Tieling to write it. Today I read your handwriting, which is ten times better than his! I also ask Yun Yi to inscribe a poem for me. Bar!"

He is the big boss, and it is also a valid reason. Mu Yunyi is not easy to refuse, and he is really confident in his own words. After several refusals, he agreed: "What does the boss want to write on it?"

Chen Hexuan said: "I don't care about the order of the poems and songs, Yunyi thinks what is good, just write any one."

Mu Yunyi thought for a while: "What topics does my boss like?"

Chen Hexuan smiled affectionately and said: "I am passionate, it would be great if Yun Yi could write a love poem."

Mu Yunyi made some calculations: "Okay, let's write a sentimental poem!" He opened the folding fan, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote Nalan Rongruo's "Mulan Ci" on it: See, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan?Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change!In the Lishan language, it is half past midnight, and the tears, rain and zero bells will not complain.How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will fly like a wing and wish that day!

After only writing the first two sentences, a large number of people around were startled. After writing the latter part, Chen Hexuan was already stunned, repeating those few sentences over and over in his mouth: "If life is just like the first time you saw it, why is Qiu Feng sad?" Painting a fan? Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is changeable. If life is only..." as if possessed by a demon.

"Good! Good!" Fan Juren was the first to clap his hands, "Yun Yi, your words are so wonderful!"

There is a line of small characters on Mu Yunyi's inscription: Mu Yunyi gave his owner Hexuan to Yueran Building in Wangcheng.Jiaxu month Jiachen day in the year of Jiazi.

Carefully dried the ink, and then held it to Chen Hexuan: "Master, how is it? Didn't you tarnish this precious fan of yours?"

Chen Hexuan sighed and said: "Compared with your poems and words, my fan has become a vulgar thing like chaff. I didn't expect Yunyi to have such a temperament and literary talent at such a young age. I was really ignorant yesterday. I've lost my heart, please don't hate me."

Mu Yunyi said in his heart that you are my boss, and if you don't hate me for giving me small shoes to wear, I will recite Amitabha Buddha in high spirits, and kept humbly expressing that I don't care.

Zhao Yuanwai looked at Mu Yunyi up and down, and always felt that he was too young to write such emotional poems: "Yunyi's calligraphy is good, and the poem is even better! I have also loved calligraphy and painting all my life. It is good to see him." No matter how much money you have, you have to get it, Yun Yi, maybe today I will have the cheek to ask you for a pair of calligraphy! Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep well today.”

Mu Yunyi smiled heartily: "What kind of calligraphy is this! If someone wants it, I just write it."

"Wait a minute! A good calligraphy must have a good pen, good ink, good paper, and good inkstone, otherwise it will tarnish talent!" Zhao Yuanwai called the young man over and let him run back to Zhao's mansion. After a while, he won a prize. The set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone came back, "This pen is the best Huzhou brush, and this ink is the best Huizhou lampblack ink. There are also inkstones and rice paper. Yunyi can use it to write."

Mu Yunyi picked up the big brush and weighed it in his hand: "I haven't written such a big character for a long time, I'm afraid I wasted good paper and ink."

Zhao Yuanwai only said that it was okay and asked him to write. Mu Yunyi asked him what topic he wanted. Zhao Yuanwai said: "The Three Kingdoms you talked about these days is good. How about writing a picture for me with the theme of Three Kingdoms."

Mu Yunyi thought for a while, Chen Hexuan had already polished the ink with his own hands, Mu Yunyi wrote the pen in one go, and wrote Yang Shen's "Lin Jiangxian": Rolling Yangtze River to the East, and the waves wiped out the heroes.Right and wrong success or failure turned around empty.Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Fan Juren screamed excitedly, as if insane, "It's really worth living to see such a wonderful poem today!"

Zhao Yuanwai was also very excited. He picked up the paper with trembling hands and read it over and over again: "I will have someone frame it when I go back and pass it on to future generations!"

Chen Hexuan was stunned again watching from the side, and thought to himself: I saw this person write such a sentence before, and said that he is the same as himself, a person with the most affection and nature, and he can be cited as a confidant in the future. , He is bold and magnificent, far surpassing the men and husbands in the world, but he is far inferior to this kind of heart.

Zhao Yuanwai got the calligraphy, and happily asked the two servants to take it home carefully. After he finished listening to the book, he framed it by himself, and said to Mu Yunyi: "If I give money for such a word, I will really rely on it." I've been tarnished in vain, I also know Yunyi's strength of character, I have sent someone home to get the set of four treasures of the study that I got the year before last, it cost me nearly a thousand taels of silver to get it, this time I will give it to Yunyi When Yunyi writes poems in the future, use good ink and brush, so that I can live up to your literary talent!"

I would rather you give me ten taels and twenty taels of silver!Mu Yunyi shouted in his heart, but he still had to put on a calm look on his face: "A gentleman doesn't take people's love. It's not easy for an outsider to get this thing. It must be very precious, and it's so Precious, how can I want"

Zhao Yuanwai waved his big hand: "The brushes and inks in my family are at least two rooms long, and they are just decorations in my hands. If I give them to you, they are just right for you. Don't say no to Yun Yi!"