Nongmen Xiaofu's Reborn Wife
Chapter 637 A bunch of crazy people, a,
Brother Cheng heard this and said, "This is the Zhan family in Jiangnan."
Brother Cheng knows this Zhan family in Jiangnan. Well, the third master of the Zhan family was also a famous madman, and his painting and architecture were the most praised.
Master Zhan San's painting was the same as his comrades' painting, they followed the wild wind, and most of the paintings were wild and messy mountain scenery.
While to build it.
Look, isn't this the sound of building construction going awry right now?
The Xia family servant replied: "Xiao Langjun is right, it is the Zhan family
in Jiangnan." In fact, the Zhan family was not south of the Yangtze River, but in the capital. In a chaotic place where kings and all kinds of heroes compete, the Zhan family moves south of the Yangtze River to avoid war.
After the founding of Dachu, the Zhan family initially wanted to move back to the capital, but the first emperor Dachu disliked aristocratic families, so he beheaded many aristocratic families.
Seeing this scene, the Zhan family did not dare to return to the capital.
Not only did they not dare to return to the capital, even when the first emperor Dachu asked the noble family to send their daughter to the palace as a concubine, the Zhan family did not refuse, and sent a princess.
Due to this incident, the Zhan family was scolded by a first-class family, saying that the Zhan family flattered and gave their daughter to a thief. But the Zhan family said that his family did this to preserve the family's blood and prevent Emperor Chu from killing the family again.
Brother Cheng felt that the Zhan family only wanted to please both parties, unfortunately the princess sent to the palace died after giving birth to only one princess, and did not give birth to a prince.
The Zhan family did not gain any benefits from either side, failed to curry favor with the royal family, and was rejected by the first-rate family.
In the past, Mr. Xia had also looked down on the Zhan family, but he had known Mr. Zhan San when he was young, and he had gone through joys and sorrows together, he said, that also gradually changed.
“Xiao Langjun is here.” The butler of the Xia family greeted him from the end of the road, bowed his hand to Cheng Ge'er and said: “Xiao Langjun, the master friend is here, and he is drinking in the water park , please invite Xiao Lang you will meet the guests."
Xiaotuan listened to him and said, "Housekeeper Xia, I've said many times, don't call our Cheng Geer Xiaolang Jun, just call Cheng Geer or the second child of the Gu family."
Xiaotuan Langjun was the name given to men by aristocratic families in previous dynasties. Cheng's older brother in his family wasn't from any aristocratic family, just a peasant boy who had to mow grass with a grass knife after school.
Housekeeper Xia did not even look at Xiao Master, he simply smiled and said to Cheng Ge'er: "Please, Mr. Xiaolang." Cheng Ge'er thought
, because Mr. Xia invited him, he couldn't help but leave, so he went to greet Bar.
He nodded and greeted the large and small group, and the three of them followed Servant Xia to Tingshui Park.
Tingshui Park was built after Mr. Xia came, he directly destroyed the Wanjia private school, dug ponds and creeks, put in running water, built a small waterfall with some big stones, and, and wait until the flow in the small waterfall is full. After that, the stream will fall from the small waterfall into the pond, and the sound of splashing water will be heard, making it a listening water park.
The first time Brother Cheng saw Tingshui Park, he felt that .. the husband was completely free, and spent a lot of time trying to get water to listen to his voice.
Not long after, Brother Cheng and the others arrived at Tingshui Park.
In the park listening to the water, the sounds of building construction, konghou, and gusheng mixed into one. Three of the four old men were playing musical instruments, and Mr. Xia tangled and danced to the music.
In terms of disheveled clothing, Chi Zhu was the number one. Not only was his robe open, but his hair was disheveled, and he shook his head while hitting the building.
Brother Cheng: "..."
I fear I will become a madman in the future, brother come and save me!
Brother Cheng: "..."
Uncle, thank you, be crazy or something, I just came here to study, and I'm not interested in your crazy behavior at all.
Mr. Xia was quite satisfied with Cheng Geer's disciple, and said proudly after hearing the words: "That's natural, Cheng Geer's handwriting is quite powerful now, and in ten years, it's been quite powerful, there will be success. You paint, let him write for you. "
Third master Zhan heard it with great interest: "Oh, then Zhan wants to see and see."
He said to Zhan Er who was playing the harp: "Xiaoer, take the plum fragrant rice paper we brought. Here, let this little guy write a picture."
"Yes, uncle." Zhan Er got up, went to the long pavilion, took out a piece of plum fragrant rice paper, placed it on a bamboo mat in the garden, and faced Brother Cheng gesturing for an invitation: "Please, Mr. Zhan."
Zhan Er was very handsome, handsome and beautiful, and he was in his early twenties. Kneeling posture has been practiced since he was a child. Paper, sit on your knees, and reach out to invite pleasing to the eye.
It's just...
can you not be bare-chested, this is late October, are you not cold? it will freeze you to death.
Brother Cheng's mind suddenly came up with a sentence from his second sister: Attitude, not warmth.
In fact, Zhan Er was also cold, but he admired his uncle since childhood, and he was determined to be a madman like his uncle. Shamelessly arrogant, sought after by others, roaming the mountains, forests and city walls, playing among famous women and oirans.
Cheng Geer untied the book bag to Xiao Tuan, gave an ancient salute to Zhan Er, walked to the bamboo mat, took off his shoes, knelt on the bamboo mat, picked up a brush as thick as a thumb, dip it in After ink, start writing .
His movements were smooth and smooth, and he wrote the lines without any effort, and he still maintained his elegance.
After the last vertical hook, he stopped writing, twisted his wrist, and twisted the brush in a circle, hung it in the place of the pen, turned around, and said to Master Xia and Mr. Zhan: "Master, sir, Mr. Zhan, please look." .
Mr. Zhan San was watching him not far away while he was writing. Now he came and saw that the words on the paper were like flying dragons and phoenixes, and they were like strong pines on Mount Cangshan. He was very surprised. A strong handwriting.
"You know martial arts?" Teacher Zhan San asked, if he didn't have any boxing skills, a child this age wouldn't have the strength to write such words.
Cheng Geer nodded obediently: "Yes, the Cheng Geer family has a rule that all family members should practice martial arts."
Master Zhan San said: "Oh, your family still has such rules."
But...
"Your handwriting is good. "Yes, but it's too regular, it should be more frantic to gain more momentum."
Brother Cheng: "..."
Is it so frantic that you can't even see what you're writing?
No, I don't write, so I don't want to be a crazy person like you.
But he replied with a smile: "Yes, Cheng Geer has been taught."
First answer, and wait for the Zhan family to leave.