Chapter 15 Calligraphy and Painting

Seeing that Ye Tian refused to admit it, Liao Haode was silent. After walking dozens of meters away, he suddenly said, "Ye Tian, don't you want to know what I found at the top of the village?"

Ye Tian has been guessing about this. After hearing Liao Haode's words, he blurted out, "What did you find?"

"Haha, why don't you admit that you said that?"

Liao Haode laughed loudly when he heard the words, but when he thought about his fifty or sixty years old, he was also blushing when he wanted to be moved by Yimao's child.

"How about that? The child's words should not be true in the first place..." Ye Tian curled his lips, and playing rogue was also the child's patent.

"Oh, you little guy, you don't want to eat at all..."

Liao Haode shook his head helplessly and said, "After listening to Xiaolong's words, I went home to ask the old man. Six hundred steps away from the village was originally the place where my ancestor's grave was surnamed Liao.

However, there was no monument after my mother's death, and the grave had long been flattened. Even if I knew that my mother was buried there, I couldn't find a specific location. Didn't I come to ask you, a little fairy for help?

After returning from the market, Liao Haode specially invited several elders in the village to check with him. An old man remembered on the spot that this long piece of land full of corn was the ancestral tomb of the Liao family in those years.

Because the direct line of the Liao family is no longer in China, the relatives of the side branch did not dare to come here to burn paper and graves in that turbulent era, so decades have passed, and they have been slowly forgotten.

When he found his ancestral grave, Liao Haode was excited for a while, but then he became distressed again. It was not enough to know this. You know, the ancestors of more than ten generations of the Liao family, even including Liao Haode's grandfather, were buried here.

Without his mother's exact burial place, Liao Haode did not dare to dig it rashly. This is for the joint burial of his parents. In case the bones of his ancestors were dug out, even his dead father could not think of his ancestors.

So after wandering around the land for two days, Liao Haode finally thought of Ye Tian. Since the little guy could know the purpose of his return to China and pointed out the location of the ancestral grave, it should not be difficult to find his mother's coffin, right?

After thinking about it, Liao Haode found Guo Xiaolong, but Guo Xiaolong did not know where Ye Tian lived, so he let the comrades of the United Front Work Department find Yu Haoran's house.

After figuring out the cause and effect, Ye Tian tilted his head and thought for a moment and said, "Grandpa Liao, I can only see so many things from your face. If you still can't find it, there's nothing I can do..."

"This... You can tell my intention just from my face. Now you don't even ask my mother's name and eight characters, just say that you can't find my mother's grave. Little guy, you're lying again..."

Liao Haode is not so easy to fool, and he doesn't think so because Ye Tian is young. There are many strange things in the world, and Ye Tian has shown his magical place.

"Grandpa Liao, I hurt my vitality yesterday. I really can't help you..."

Ye Tian shook his head. 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 the direct descendant of the contemporary Ma Yi lineage. Feng Shui is worthy of divination, and no one in China can beat him..."

"Really?" Liao Haode is refreshed, and the little ones are so powerful. Do you still need to ask the old ones?

"Of course, my master is more than 100 years old..."

"Let's go, let's go faster, let me visit the old immortals..." Although he was a little disapproved of what Ye Tian said in his hundred years old, Liao Haode still accelerated his pace and was full of expectations.

In summer, Maoshan Mountain was full of flowers, and the trees were lush, and the scenery was very charming. Several children stopped walking and stopping. The original half-hour mountain road did not arrive at the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain until noon.

The hair is white, and the skin color is like a young man, which did not disappoint Liao Haode. Although he has not talked about it in depth, just looking at the appearance, it is definitely like a Taoist.

"Bad boy, you haven't recovered yet. Why are you running around? Reach out your hand..."

Lao Dao suddenly ran to Ye Tian and felt a little surprised. Although he saw that the apprentice looked good, he still took Ye Tian's pulse and felt that the pulse was stable and powerful, so he was relieved.

"Master, this Grandpa Liao is looking for you. He came back from the United States and said he wanted to donate a donation to our Taoist temple..."

Ye Tian's words made Liao Haode laugh and cry, but he did not refute it. If the old man in front of him could really help him fulfill his father's wish, it would be nothing for his current family to donate 10,000 yuan.

"I've heard the name of the old immortal for a long time, and I'm here to visit you today. I hope it's no wonder..." Of course, Liao Haode will say beautiful words, but whether to donate charity depends on whether the other party has the ability to take it.

After meeting with Lao Dao, Liao Haode said to his cousin, "Feng Kuang, you guys go there to play, and Ye Tian's children stay first..."

At this time, the children are still very obedient to adults. After hearing Liao Haode's words, they all followed the young man named Feng Kuang to see the craftsmen repair the Taoist temple.

"Master, what are your big boxes? Why have I never seen it before?"

Ye Tian found that there were three lacquered red wooden boxes next to him, each of which was more than half a meter high, but the color on it was slightly dim, and the paint color fell off in many places. It should be something that was some years old.

However, Ye Tian is curious and curious here. This Taoist view is not big. He has touched it all the time before and after, but he has never seen these boxes.

"You sleep on it every day, and you say you haven't seen it?"

The old man laughed when he heard the words. He put these boxes against the wall and built a layer of bricks outside, so that the objects in the box were completely preserved. If it hadn't been for the overhaul of the Taoist temple this time, he might not have taken them out.

"What is this?"

Ye Tian reached out and lifted a box. After seeing the objects inside, he couldn't help but be stunned, "Master, why did you put this roll of paper in it?"

The box opened by Ye Tian has a small cloth bag at the four corners, which is sewn with dry lime, which is used to prevent moisture. In the middle of the box, there are scrolls of different lengths and rolled together.

After picking up the top scroll and spreading it out, Ye Tian immediately shouted, "This...this is a painting..."

The size of this painting is not big, about 40 centimeters long and only 30 centimeters wide. On the banner of more than one foot, there is only one crab and two shrimp. It seems to be a few rough strokes, but it makes the crab and shrimp lifelike and vivid.

In the lower left corner of this painting, there is also a line of seal books with the words "give the good brother" written. Although there are only a few numbers, the strokes are vertical and horizontal, concise and spicy, solid and external, natural, majestic and powerful, but not lost, just like the crab in the painting, quite a pen and ink skills.

The signature of this small banner is written "White stone made in the nine years of the people", and there is also a bright red seal below, engraved with three small seals of "White Stone Weng".

"Master, who is this white stone? The painting is really good..."

Ye Tian is a little fascinated by it. He is very familiar with fish and shrimp. This painting is just like a photo, which fully shows the charm of crabs and shrimps, as if he saw a real thing.

After hearing Ye Tian's words, Lao Dao stretched out his head and looked at the painting, curled his lips and said, "Qi Baishi? It's just a down-and-out painter. This guy is not authentic. The old man calculated a gossip for him. The old man refused to pay the gossip money, so he took a few broken paintings as collateral..."

Although what Qi Baishi said was worthless, the old look was a little proud. Qi Baishi did leave a lot of paintings, but few of them were signed to me and I was still alive.

It's just that it's obvious that Lao Dao was wrong. Ye Tian didn't know who Qi Baishi was at all. After hearing his words, he casually rolled up the picture, put it into the box, and took out a gray cloth folded into four squares from the bottom.

"The iron mouth is straight, a gossip?! Zhang Daqian's book? Haha, Master, do you still keep the clothes that used to walk in the world?

Ye Tian unfolded this piece of cloth, but it was a mantle about one meter long and about sixty centimeters wide, with a few words written on it, but Ye Tian couldn't help laughing as soon as he saw the word.

Whether it is looking at each other or fortune-telling, there must always be a line when walking in the world. This kind of mantle supported by a wooden stick and held in the hand is called a fortune-telling flag, and some people call it "flat gold". It is an indispensable line for fortune tellers who walked the street in the early years.

The fortune teller Ye Tian saw at the market a few days ago also had such a line in front of his booth. It says Ma Yi Shen Calculation, which plays the same role as this object, but the words on it are not as good as this one.

"Bad boy, you know nothing. Take this thing out, and you can change your house in the county immediately. I'm so angry..."

Hearing Ye Tian's words, and seeing his proud appearance again, Lao Dao was so angry that he almost breathed out of breath. What he painstakingly saved was actually worthless in the eyes of his apprentice?

"Cut, Master, who are you confused about? I can also write calligraphy, not necessarily worse than these words..."

Ye Tian curled his lips when he heard the words. A house in the county costs thousands of yuan. Is it exchanged for such a foot wrap? A fool does this kind of thing.

"Old... old sir, you... your word is... written by Zhang Daqian?"

Before Ye Tian's words fell, the mantle in his hand was snatched by Liao Haode beside him and carefully checked it in his hand.

Liao Haode's father is a literati and can be regarded as a family source. The reputation of two modern celebrities, Baishi and Zhang Daqian, is like thunder.

When he saw Qi Baishi's painting just now, Liao Haode had not yet reacted. At this time, he saw Zhang Daqian's words again, but he even forgot his original intention to find the old way.

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