The excitement came and went quickly, and the joy will linger in Wenfu for a long time.
The servants who were greeted outside the door dispersed one after another, and someone shouted, "Go back to each hospital, I will give you some wedding money."
Then there was a roar of applause, and the crowd that slowly dispersed suddenly dispersed.
Some people wanted to clean up the firecrackers and rubbish, while others told them not to do it and to leave it alone for a day, saying it was a celebration to welcome the fifth young master back!
Wen's masters also returned to the main hall of the mansion chattering and laughing. Today's protagonist is naturally Wen Yan'an, who has returned home in fine clothes.
Even though Wen's family is rich and powerful, he only has the conditions to cultivate more scholars. For scientific examinations, it is not enough to have a foundation. It is more about personal talent and personal philosophy of life. Good living conditions do not mean better insights.
It is not easy to become a scholar in a court with great wealth and wealth. Things are rare and valuable, which is worthy of the Wen family's celebration.
But relatively speaking, the probability that a family can produce seventeen Jinshi is already very high. Being rich and powerful still has considerable advantages to some extent.
And this time the Jinshi comes from the same lineage as the head of the Wen family, which is highly regarded by other branches and is even more worthy of celebration.
Wen Yanan, who was wearing an eighth-grade official robe, had a handsome face. He and Wen Xin accompanied the patriarch Wen Miao, each holding an arm on the steps.
The patriarch's face glowed red when he heard Mian Na, and he smiled from ear to ear.
After entering the hall, the seats were arranged. Wen Yanan, who had returned from taking the exam, wanted to bow to the elders, and there were not many people here who were qualified to accept this bow as elders.
Wen Miao naturally sat high on the table.
The honest-looking uncle Wen Jiantang and the kind-faced wife Wen Rong are also Wen Yan'an's parents, so they are qualified to sit on the left hand side of Wen Yuan.
Behind them are the eldest son Wen Yanxing, their daughter Wen Shu, the second son Wen Yanhai, and their three children.
The stern-faced second master Wen Jianming, and his wife Wen Guo, who is still beautiful in her mid-teens, are sitting on the right hand side of Wen Qiang.
Standing behind them are their daughter Wen Hui, their eldest son Wen Yan Shang, their second son Wen Yan Ping, and their youngest son is also there.
Those who had wives and children came with them, and those who were married also came back with their husbands and children. The family was lively and prosperous.
Wen Yanan stepped back and stood still. Facing Wen Qiang, the servants quickly came over and put down the futon. Wen Yanan lifted up his official robe, knelt down and kowtowed, "My grandson heard that An An went to Beijing to take the exam and came back to pay homage to grandpa. ." Kowtowed three times in a row.
"Okay, okay, get up." Wen Qian nodded with a smile and raised his hand.
After hearing the words, An An stood up and the servants moved the futon position. After hearing the words An An knelt down again, kowtowed to his parents and said: "My son has returned from Beijing to take the exam and pays homage to his parents!"
"Get up, my son, get up quickly."
The uncle and his wife were overjoyed and helped him. Hearing that Mrs. Rong cried with joy, there were tears in her eyes.
Hearing that An An stood up, followed the futon that had moved away and knelt down again, kowtowed and said, "My nephew heard that An An went to Beijing to take the exam and came back to meet his uncle and aunt."
"Okay, get up."
"Get up, get up." Wen Guo actually stood up, looking either flattered or unable to bear it.
Hearing this, An stood up and bowed his hands to greet his brothers and sisters.
In front of the elders, especially in front of the patriarch and grandfather, most of the peers were reserved, but a group of boys and girls didn't care so much and swarmed around him.
"Uncle Fifth, did you bring us a gift?"
"Uncle, I want a gift."
With such a posture, he would have to pull off his official robe.
Wen Qian pointed and scolded with a smile, "A bunch of naughty kids, your uncle just came home, and you didn't even wait for him to take a breath." When each family was about to pull away their children, he waved his hand again, which meant that he was letting them go.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Wen Yanan turned around and greeted.
His book boy immediately ran out and soon brought a box.
Wen Yanan opened it in front of everyone. They were all gadgets from the capital city. "Take it yourself. Each person is only allowed to take two pieces."
There is no favoritism.
The little guys got started quickly, each picked up two items and ran away. The empty boxes were also moved away. There were no more noisy people in the hall and it became quiet.
At this time, Wen Xin, who was standing on the side of Wen Miao's chair and had been hesitating to speak, spoke up, "Fifth brother forgot, the letter said it had a gift for me."
Wen Qian looked at her granddaughter and then her grandson, stroking her beard and smiling, as if she knew something.
Among his grandchildren, only this grandson and granddaughter are not married, and they are the two most outstanding in his eyes.
Hearing this, An An smiled and said, "How dare I forget Xin'er's gift." She turned around and motioned to the bookboy to get it.
Everyone looked at each other, wondering what kind of gift it was that could make a quiet person like Wen Xin ask for it.
The second roommate Wen Hui couldn't help but ask, "Fifth brother, what gift can make Xin'er impatient?"
Wen Xin was a little embarrassed.
Wen Yanan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "This gift is simple and simple, it's just a picture of Chinese characters. But if it weren't for grandpa's support, I might not be able to bring it back to Xin'er."
Hearing this, the man in the first house said, "Whose words can still alarm grandpa? It can't be the one from Tan Hua Lang, right?"
Wen Yanan: "Third brother, yes, he belongs to Tan Hualang."
"..." Hearing this, Haydn was stunned.
Wen Yanan stretched out his hand and gestured, "It took a full 1.2 million taels of silver to buy it through bidding. This is because grandpa gave the news in time. Otherwise, I am afraid that this price would not be available to us. Grandpa also gave us the money."
Oops! Giving that girl a gift of calligraphy and painting cost 1.2 million taels of silver. Some people began to murmur in their hearts that the old man was too partial.
Some things are not about money. One million taels of silver is not a big deal for Wen. The problem is partiality.
Wen Qian coughed and said at the right time: "It is said to be a gift for Xin'er, but it is only for Xin'er to enjoy temporarily for a period of time. After that, it will be deposited in the 'Wenshu Pavilion', and it will be left to the descendants of the Wen family. .”
As soon as these words came out, it was a definite fact, and everyone's abnormal expressions subsided.
But everyone became more and more curious about what kind of words could be worth so much money.
Soon, a metal cylinder less than two feet long was brought by the book boy.
Wen Yan'an took it with his own hands, then walked to Wen Xin and presented it to him with his own hands: "Xin'er, I brought you the original handwritten by Ash Heng intact."
Wen Xin bit her lip with silver teeth, and her hands trembling when she picked up the things said, "Thank you, fifth brother."
When I got it, I clenched it tightly in my hand and hugged it in front of me. I was so excited that I blushed a little with excitement.
Wen Yanan waved her hand, "Don't thank me, I'm just an errand boy. You should thank grandpa. Without grandpa's information and money, you can't get this thing."
Wen Qian stroked her white beard and said with a smile: "She, I have admired that flower hunter for a long time, but I have never found her original handwriting for appreciation. Only then did I realize that it is extremely rare on the market, and even if I have money, I can't buy it. She is always in my ear." She was mumbling, oh, it annoys an old man like me, but she still refused to say it openly. Girl, you finally got what you wanted this time, right?"
Wen Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She turned around and left holding the things. She couldn't wait to see the real work.
Wen Shu from the big room shouted: "Xin'er, don't leave. Open the good things and enjoy them together. When we all grow up, it won't be too late for you to take them away!"
As soon as Wen Xin said this, she thought about it. It was really inappropriate to keep such a valuable thing to herself in silence, so she came back, opened the metal cylinder in front of everyone, and poured out something wrapped in moisture-proof oil paper.
One look at the packaging and you can tell it was made with care.
Everyone gathered around and helped open the oil paper, revealing a roll of white paper rolled inside.
Wen Shu took it and pulled it away happily, "I want to see what is written that is so valuable."
Her cheerfulness as if she was not a treasure frightened Wen Xin. He quickly pressed her hand and said anxiously: "Second sister, be careful. It's really hard to find the original. If it's damaged, it will never be seen again." Can’t find it.”
Wen Shu smiled and said: "Look, you are so anxious, you are not so fragile."
While they were talking, the whole picture had been unfolded. The two women immediately took one end of it and brought it to Wen Miao first. The family taught that they should take care of their elders first at this time.
Wen Qian observed and nodded slightly, "Good calligraphy and good calligraphy. He is worthy of the saying that old Mr. Yuwen also praised, 'A man who can swim across the sea, only a child can come in a hundred years'. He is worthy of being the world-famous Tanhua Lang."
"Hey, this word seems to be a random practice." Changsun looked strange when he heard this, and pointed to the line of words at the end that was not within the length of the article, "Look."
Everyone stared, and Wen Shu muttered, "Three silly birds outside..." The words stopped abruptly.
This extremely discordant line of words feels like a curse.
Everyone looked at each other in shock and confusion. What's going on?
Hearing this, An said: "Maybe it's because when I was writing, there were three birds chirping outside the window or something. But the elder brother is right, this calligraphy is indeed a calligraphy practice. It is a work of practice, coupled with this line of extraneous words , which can be said to make this painting particularly interesting.”
When his mother heard about Rong, she leaned behind the old man's chair and looked at the array, "These are only a few words, only fifty or sixty. I am still a pen practitioner. How dare I sell this for 1.2 million taels of silver?" It’s so easy to make money, right? Yan An, you and he are both Jinshi in the same discipline, how much is your handwriting worth?”
Mrs. Wen Guo on the side couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.
Wen Rongshi immediately realized that she might have said the wrong thing and was a little embarrassed.
Her son heard this and hurriedly explained: "Mom, some accounts are not calculated like this by you. One is fame, and the other is scarcity. It was rumored that he gave up literature and joined martial arts, and it turned out to be true after that. Not to mention that I can't see his new works. , it seems that even the words are no longer written.
So someone looked everywhere for the handwriting he had written in the past, and except for some that were already on the surface, they could not find any of them. Even the test papers he had taken in the county examination, township examination, etc. were missing, and it was unknown who had corrupted the ink.
Someone dug this out of his old house in the countryside. Countryside people didn't know how valuable it was, so they just sold it for some money. This is where our authentic work comes from. "
Wen Rong sighed, "In this case, if that Tanhua Lang makes money by writing, he can also make a fortune. Talented people are different."
Wen Xin immediately argued in a soft voice, "Auntie, that's not the case. This flower hunter is really extraordinary. He is talented, has a noble character, and is proud of the world. His plum bones are fragrant. I have never heard of him making money by writing. There are no parts, obviously he doesn’t bother to do it!”
