Naturally, Li Mo couldn't walk. Before he could take two steps, his boss grabbed his arm. The smile on his face was like a flower blooming in spring. He said quickly: "Little brother, I see you are really filial. I am not a blind person either."

You are a man who loves money, you just said you only have 30,000 yuan, I will bleed a lot today to fulfill your filial piety, how about closing the deal with 30,000 yuan?"

"Xiao Mo, you promised to give me a gold bracelet before. I calculated that it's worth more than ten thousand. It's better not to buy the painting until you find the right one in the future."

Qin Sirui took Li Mo's other arm and said coquettishly.

The smile on the boss's face suddenly became a little ugly, but he still pulled Li Mo and said: "Little brother, tell me, what is the maximum you can bid, as long as it allows me to make a living, I will transfer it to you."

Li Mo seemed to have made up his mind at this moment, raised a finger and said: "It's only ten thousand, I don't want any more."

The boss suddenly grabbed his hand and said: "Little brother, it's a deal."

The subsequent transaction went smoothly. Li Mo left with the copybook satisfied, while the boss was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

The two quickly blended into the crowd.

"Xiao Mo, what's the significance of this calligraphy?"

"It's not clear yet, but it looks a bit unusual at first. Let's take a closer look when we get back. But you were so cooperative just now, and you immediately understood what I wanted to express."

Qin Sirui pursed his lips and smiled, pointed to a snack stall not far away and said, "I want to eat that green dumpling."

"I want to eat too, let's go buy one."

The two walked around the old street for an hour, had some snacks at noon, and then bought tickets to enter the Summer Palace. Around April, the willow trees in the Summer Palace began to grow buds, and the weeping willows moved with the wind. The lake breeze blew over and they smelled it.

The breath of spring.

"Xiao Mo, Grandpa Shi and Grandma Shi will have their birthdays in more than a month. I want to prepare a gift for them. Do you have any good suggestions?"

The two were walking slowly along the lake, looking like a couple chatting while walking.

"They have a birthday?"

Li Mo's voice was a little louder. He remembered Shibin saying that grandpa's birthday was in the twelfth lunar month, and grandma's birthday should be in the first lunar month. Why did they celebrate their birthdays in May?

Then a thought suddenly came to his mind and he asked: "Is that their daughter's birthday?"

"Well." Qin Sirui's voice was a little low and sad, "On that day every year, grandpa would call a few old comrades to spend time with grandpa Shi and the others. The main purpose was to chat with them to prevent them from being too sad."

"Si Rui, I have a good idea. I'll prepare that gift for you later."

"Okay." Qin Sirui didn't ask what the gift was, but just walked forward silently beside him.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Mo and Qin Sirui returned to the Qin family compound. Mr. Qin was listening to the southern Gusu Pingtan, and his Wu Nong accent sounded full of charm.

"Grandpa, isn't grandma here?"

"I went to the alley and old street for a walk, but I haven't come back yet." Mr. Qin sat up from the recliner and waved to Li Mo, "Drink tea here, the new Longjing."

"Can you understand Gusu Pingtan?" Li Mo sat on the leisure stool next to him and took the initiative to make tea.

"I don't understand, that's what I heard." Mr. Qin glanced at Li Mo and saw him casually placing a calligraphy and painting on the coffee table. He became interested and asked, "Did you just find it?"

"I found it at an old street stall near the Summer Palace. It's interesting. I haven't had time to appreciate it in detail yet."

"Let me consider."

Mr. Qin loves calligraphy, painting and porcelain the most, and the calligraphy and painting that catches his eye must be the calligraphy and painting with a great background. Carefully open the scroll, and what appears in his eyes is a copybook.

"Exquisite regular calligraphy."

Mr. Qin kept looking down, and when he saw the red clay seal at the end, he muttered: "Huang Ziyuan, where have you seen this name before?"

This is when Qin Sirui walked into the study with two small plates of snacks and said with a smile: "Even grandpa doesn't know who he is, which shows that he is not very famous in history."

But Li Mo almost lost his grip on the teapot in his hand. He put down the teapot and leaned over and said, "Is it really Huang Ziyuan's seal?"

"you know?"

Li Mo took the copybook from Mr. Qin's hand, and the content was Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteousness". It started with: There is righteousness in the heaven and earth, and they are mixed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars.

It's as if there's a mighty aura from heaven and earth rushing towards you. It's full of momentum and the font is even more beautiful.

Li Mo read it until the end, and at the end was "Huang Ziyuan" in small seal script.

"No wonder this hand's regular script is so perfect. It is the calligraphy treasure of the Qing Dynasty's 'Sage of Calligraphy'."

Mr. Qin thought deeply for a while and finally remembered and said: "That Huang Ziyuan who was awarded the 'Sage of Words' by Emperor Guangxu?"

"It's him. I didn't expect that the copybook I found on the old street was actually written by him."

"Li Mo, so Huang Ziyuan is famous?"

Qin Sirui asked from the side, then reached for the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, and then poured another cup for Mr. Qin.

"When we talk about practicing calligraphy and calligraphy, we usually think of starting with regular script or official script, but this seems to have a higher threshold. In fact, regular script is very difficult to write. Since Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan and Zhao Ziang,

Even if there are more regular script masters, they are far inferior to the four of them, and in the next few hundred years, it will be difficult to produce regular script masters again."

"It was not until the end of the Qing Dynasty that an influential regular script calligrapher emerged. He was Huang Ziyuan. Huang Ziyuan knew many calligraphy styles, but his regular script was the most influential. He first learned Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, and later copied Liu Gongquan's and Ouyang's calligraphy.

They are all based on their regular script, so we can see the shadow of "Yan Jin Liu Gu" in Huang Ziyuan's calligraphy fonts."

"You can see that his calligraphy is lifelike, with natural strokes, strong and relaxed, and full of flesh and blood. It is very comfortable to look at. Why is Huang Ziyuan's calligraphy called the best regular script in the Qing Dynasty? There is a story in this."

"When the mother of Emperor Guangxu died of illness, Huang Ziyuan was good at calligraphy and was highly recognized by everyone, including the current emperor. Sure enough, he was ordered by the emperor to write the sacred text. He knelt down and wrote it with his hand. It was neat and well-proportioned, and was highly praised by the emperor.

He praised him and gave him the title of "Zi Sheng". He was the first person in thousands of years to be given the honorary title of "Zi Sheng" by the emperor. It can be seen that at that time, even if his regular script was ranked second, no one dared to call him first.

"

After Li Mo said this, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"Xiao Mo, do you want to keep this calligraphy for yourself?" Mr. Qin was obviously interested. He wanted to keep it when he saw good calligraphy by famous artists.

"I'm going to put the calligraphy of 'Zi Sheng' in my Gu Yunxuan Museum. Don't worry about it, Mr. Qin. The only thing I can get now is the regular script work of Huang Ziyuan, one of the four great masters of the Ming Dynasty.

The cursive calligraphy works of Zhu Zhishan, one of the most talented people, still have a long way to go before I can enrich my collection of calligraphy works."

"What a wonderful calligraphy."
Chapter completed!