"Wang Anshi is very grateful to you for helping him realize his wish. Now he will give you what he has learned throughout his life. Please confirm whether you accept it." The familiar voice of the system said.

"Accept!" Shen Long clicked the confirmation button. This reward was not beyond his expectation. For completing various tasks before, except for Sun Wukong who gave somersault clouds and Li Kuiyong who gave stamps, the rewards he received were almost the opponent's best. Ability that he is good at, such as Liao Jie's cooking skills, such as Lao Bai's chemistry ability.

The only thing about Wang Anshi that Shen Long envied was probably his knowledge. Wang Anshi was a master of Confucianism, and his attainments in Confucianism go without saying. As for his literary brilliance and writing, he could be ranked among the eight great masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

The poems he writes are subtle and profound, with a profound and unforced elegance. He is unique in the poetry circle of the Northern Song Dynasty with a style of rich, spiritual and far-reaching rhyme, which is called Wang Jing Gong style. He has left a famous line such as "Don't be afraid of the floating clouds to cover your eyes, and you are at the highest level."

In terms of lyrics, he is thin and elegant, and has washed away the old habits of the Five Dynasties. His "Cinnamon sticks are fragrant? Jinling nostalgic" is bold and melancholy, and Fan Zhongyan's "The fisherman is proud? The scenery under the fortress is different in autumn" is both bold and bold. The forerunner of poetry; it can be said that Wang Anshi was a first-class figure in the Tang and Song Dynasties regardless of his style of writing; his lifelong talent and learning are undoubtedly worth having.

After clicking the confirmation button, his mind was a little swollen, and he felt countless information pouring in. Shen Long fell into a dizzy sleep. When he woke up the next morning, he found those calligraphy and paintings and looked through them. He felt completely refreshed. It’s different.

In the past, when he looked at calligraphy and paintings by Li Gonglin, Huang Tingjian, Su Dongpo and others, he only vaguely felt that these were excellent works of art, but he could not tell what was so good about them.

Looking back now, I feel that these works are more exquisite than I imagined. The composition is completely natural, and every stroke is exquisite. Shen Long's hands were itchy for a moment, and he stretched out his fingers to make gestures in the air.

Ha, what's wrong with me? Shen Long stopped laughing after calming down. Writing and painting are a good way to cultivate one's sentiments. So, let's buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstones first.

As for designers, there is no need to hire them at all. Just set aside a room and decorate it according to the study rooms of scholar-bureaucrats in the Song Dynasty. Hide the calligraphy and paintings there, and then go in and write and paint when you have nothing to do. It would be quite beautiful; If he understands Chinese style decoration, can Wang Anshi understand what it means to be a scholar-bureaucrat?

The capital is the economic, cultural and political center of the country, and there is naturally no shortage of literati. Since these people are in demand, it is natural to provide them with high-quality shops with four treasures of study. I made a phone call and asked a few people who had been to my home. The guest asked about the place and drove directly there.

Entering this shop called Hanmoxuan, I saw that all the clerks inside were wearing long robes, and the customers were either in Tang suits or plain clothes and shoes. Shen Long came in wearing casual clothes, which was a bit out of place.

"Sir, what do you want to see?" The clerk was not surprised and greeted him politely, introducing him to the situation in his store, "We specialize in pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and we have all kinds of mid-to-high-end brands. You are writing. Whether it's painting or painting, you can find the right one here."

"Take me to see it first. Oh, by the way, I heard Mr. Ji from Peking University say that you still have old ink made by Wang Jie'an here?" Shen Long asked, using Wang Anshi's rest to give him ordinary pens, inks, paper and inkstones. It's such a pity.

There were four famous ink makers in the Qing Dynasty: Cao Sugong, Wang Jinsheng, Hu Kaiwen, and Wang Jie'an. The ink ingots they produced have always been sought after by literati. However, ink ingots are consumables. Nowadays, not many ink ingots made by them survive. .

"Oh, you are Ji Lao's friend!" The clerk looked at Shen Long quickly, "If others ask, I will definitely say no, but in front of Ji Lao's friends, I can only tell the truth. We do have a set of Wangjie'an system The imperial inscription is a poem on Ten Scenes of the West Lake in colorful ink, but this is the treasure of our store, and the boss is afraid that he will not give it away easily."

"It may be cliché to say this, but if it's about money, just ask." Shen Long said with a smile. Wang Jie'an was from the Daoguang period. At that time, his ink ingots were said to be worth every inch of ink. Gold worth the same volume has been more than a hundred decades now, so it is naturally more expensive.

Are ordinary people willing to spend such a high price to buy a piece of ink? Although this kind of famous ink ingot is also valuable for collection, it is far less popular than calligraphy and painting in terms of appreciation in value.

"You are out of touch when you say this. Our boss is an old Beijinger. He doesn't care about this. What matters is fate. If you really have a fate with this Mo, you can give it to us for free. If you don't have a fate, I'm afraid how much it will cost us. The boss is not willing to sell it." The clerk politely led Shen Long to the second floor. "The boss is upstairs. He will be happy to know that Ji Lao's friend is here. I will send you up to chat with the boss."

I understand, you who are in the cultural business all like to be pretentious, why don’t you go and hear what it means?

I followed the clerk in and saw the boss. He was also wearing a robe and holding a folding fan. He looked like a cultured person. He was in his forties or fifties and could be said to be somewhat elegant. After hearing the clerk's introduction, a flash of light flashed in the boss's eyes. A trace of surprise led Shen Long to sit down at the tea seat.

After the mutual introduction, the boss named Shi Pu poured a cup of tea for Shen Long and said, "Mr. Shen, I understand what you mean. As the saying goes, 'Swords are given to heroes, red powder is given to beauties.' This guy Ink should be given either to calligraphers and painters, or to masters of Chinese studies. Only in this way can we live up to Master Wang’s hard work, right?"

"Well, that's the truth." Shen Long nodded, and he was right. If you gave such good ink to a primary school student who just learned calligraphy, he would feel regretful. So what should we do next? You Do you want me to write a few words? Or do you want me to draw a picture for you?

Shi Pu didn't do that, because it was too direct and inconsistent with the temperament of men in the capital. So while drinking tea, the two of them chatted seemingly casually about the Four Books and Five Classics, Chu Ci and Han Fu, Tang poetry and Song Ci.

Shi Pu wanted to praise him first. If he said it well, then he would consider the next step. If he said it badly, he would be embarrassed. He wouldn't even need to write or draw. Although the ink on my desk is not as good as mine. If you use Wangjie'an's ink, it is also a good ink and should not be wasted on others.

As he said this, Shi Pu's eyes changed. The admiration in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Finally, he couldn't help but praise, "Mr. Shen, I didn't expect that you are so young and have such profound attainments in Chinese studies." , he can be called a master of Chinese studies!”
Chapter completed!