Just one day later, Yi Shuyuan's status in the Yi family has obviously improved substantially. As soon as his sister-in-law Zhao saw him coming back, she immediately smiled and became polite at the door of the courtyard.

"Uncle, where have you been so early in the morning? You haven't had breakfast yet?"

"I told Baokang before I left that I would go to Beishan for a walk."

Yi Shuyuan was holding a bamboo pot and holding rocks. As he answered, he quickly walked past the Zhao family and walked into the courtyard, heading straight towards the house.

Zhao followed Yi Shuyuan's figure with his eyes and did not stop showing his courtesy.

"Oh, he didn't tell me. By the way, there are still a few steamed buns hot in the pot. Uncle, would you like some?"

"Thank you for your work. Oh, by the way, there are a lot of stone crabs in this bamboo pot. We will keep them until tomorrow. After cleaning them, they will be stewed with the porridge. Sprinkle some salt and it will be delicious."

Mrs. Zhao took the bamboo jar and opened the lid and took a look. There were indeed many crabs inside, so she replied with a smile.

"Then I'll get you some steamed buns first."

Yi Shuyuan nodded, then went to the main room and laid out the study utensils.

The same old table, the same pen, ink and paper, but today the damaged old inkstone was replaced with a light yellow stone. Yi Shuyuan placed the stone on the table. He thought he needed something to smooth it, but he didn't expect it.

After putting it on, the stone did not shake.

"Tsk, tsk, this is fate."

Yi Shuyuan took an ink stick and ground it with clean water. The ink slowly melted into the yellow stone, like dark clouds smearing the sky layer by layer, and finally turned into a delicate and pitch black.

Compared to the first time he practiced at home, today's Yi Shuyuan has entered the state in an instant.

Dab the ink lightly, the pen strokes will be white, and the wolf hair will draw beautiful arcs on the paper. Since I could write such good words yesterday, I can do it even better with today's state of mind.

I was so impressed that I could write anything when I practiced calligraphy, but with an open mind, when Yi Shuyuan continued to write in one breath, the ink on the rice paper was the "Change of the Universe", which was what caused Yi Shuyuan that year.

The six people in Shuyuan's dormitory were handed critical remarks.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan is no longer the boring self. The feeling of traveling around the world and showing his longing seems to be magnifying every word, extending the artistic conception of "I am the only one in the world".

Yi Shuyuan wrote and read faster and faster as he wrote, as if using the pen as a sword, depicting a myriad of heroic emotions, especially his ambition to be in the world of mortals, and his happy mood!

"Know the yin and yang, participate in the five elements, respond to the stars in the Big Dipper, number the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and echo the four seasons, swallow the sun and moon, shake the universe, wander around in thousands of ways, look at the sky and the earth, understand the destiny, and dream alone in the six directions of the eight directions.

Tiangang method, earth changes, and smiles and dreams accompany you, but you can't sigh but be infatuated..."

"Click~" Yi Shuyuan's heart skipped a beat, but he failed to write the last stroke, and the article ended from then on.

As the writing utensils slid down at an angle, the pen tip made a long mark on the paper, and one corner of the old wooden table collapsed.

"Bang" "bang"...

Paperweights, ink sticks, rocks, and rice paper all fell to the ground as the table tipped over. Yi Shuyuan stood there holding the pen, but subconsciously stretched out his left hand to grab the pottery bowl filled with water.

"Hey, uncle, what's wrong with you——"

Mrs. Zhao came in with a bowl of steamed buns, happened to see the table overturned, and immediately ran over screaming, but her subconscious aggressive look quickly calmed down in front of Yi Shuyuan, and became gentle and calm.

"Uncle, how come this table is so good that it falls over?"

Yi Shuyuan ignored her. He put the pottery bowl on the ground and walked to the table that was on its side. He looked at the cracked table corner. It turned out that the foot had been eaten by insects. It was not obvious from the outside. The upper part

The inner side is only connected to a little outer skin.

Nowadays, the moths are long gone, but the table that has managed to survive for so long will also break down.

"Hey."

Yi Shuyuan laughed and pointed at the corner of the table.

"This table has been hollowed out for a long time. It may break today or tomorrow. Fortunately, no one was hurt."

At this moment, Mrs. Zhao also followed Yi Shuyuan's gaze and saw the table leg, and understood that what he was telling the truth, she patted her chest and handed over the steamed bun.

"Oh, that's it. I was shocked just now. I'll ask the boss to find a wooden stick and repair it first. Come to my uncle and eat some steamed buns. I'll just leave it to me to take care of it."

Yi Shuyuan nodded, picked up the paperweight on the ground, some larger broken ink blocks, and the yellow stone used as an inkstone, and put them together with the langhao pen into the lacquered wooden box, then took the pottery bowl containing the steamed buns and placed them

On the box, he carried the box to the opposite room.

Mrs. Zhao said she would take care of it herself, but as soon as Yi Shuyuan left, she immediately called her daughter-in-law Ms. Li, while she went to do other things.

Of course Yi Shuyuan saw it, shook his head and sighed in his heart, no wonder there is a saying that a daughter-in-law is a mother-in-law. If it was difficult to understand in the previous life, it will be clear in this life.

Mrs. Li worked hard and took the broom to clean up the floor. As she started cleaning up, she was subconsciously attracted by the piece of rice paper on the floor.

At this moment, the surface of the rice paper was not only scratched by Yi Shuyuan's last stroke, but also splashed with ink. It was just as the yellow stone fell to the ground that the remaining ink spilled out.

"This word is really beautiful..."

Even though Mrs. Li couldn't read at all, she subconsciously felt that it would be a pity to just throw this piece of paper away as garbage. She put down the broom, picked up the rice paper, carefully patted the dust on it, and glanced at Yi Shuyuan's

room, and then hung the paper on the overturned table to dry the ink.

In the evening, Yi Baokang and Yi Yongan, who went out to help the villagers lay the foundation today, came back, and the child Abao who went to watch the fun and play with his friends also came back.

"Master, are you back? The table in the main room is damaged by insects. Find something to prop it up first!"

Mrs. Zhao shouted outside the kitchen.

"Ah? The table is broken?"

Yi Baokang was surprised and walked to the main room with his son to take a look. After checking, it turned out to be the case. The table legs were hollowed out by insects.

When Yi Yongan arrived in the main room, he kept staring at the dry ink on the rice paper.

"The word "uncle" is really beautiful. It feels much prettier than last time!"

Yi Baokang smiled, somewhat proudly.

"That's natural. Your uncle was a well-known child prodigy from all over the country back then. The county school master was so close to him that he treated him like a son. No, a son can be taught a lesson at will. The master couldn't even bear to put a ruler in your uncle's hand.

Up for auction! Hey, if I hadn’t been ill that year..."

Yi Baokang's voice dropped.

"Okay, don't be stunned. You turn the table over first, and I'll find a stick."

"Um."

Yi Yongkang agreed, but kept staring at the rice paper, thinking, the last time he was in the city, there were so many calligraphy and paintings on the calligraphy and painting stalls, and I felt that none of them could compare to the uncle's calligraphy. Good guy, that stall owner dared

If it sells for ten taels, wouldn’t it mean that the uncle can’t even sell it for one hundred taels?

Although he knew that the stall owners were asking for exorbitant prices, Yi Yongan really felt that the so-called calligraphy and paintings that could be sold for money were not as good as the ones on this piece of paper.

"Uncle - do you still want the paper with the writing on it? Do you want me to burn it?"

Yi Yong'an shouted towards Yi Shuyuan's house and asked. The door over there was ajar, and Yi Shuyuan's voice could be heard.

"No more."

"Oh, uncle, what are you writing?"

Yi Yongan shouted again.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was lying on the bed in the house, resting his head on his hands, and replied leisurely to the outside.

"Qian~kun~change~"

Over in the main room, Yi Yongan hesitated after hearing this, but was still reluctant to actually take the paper to burn on the fire. Although it had been stained with ink, he finally carefully folded the paper and put it away.

Yi Baokang came over with a wooden stick, axe, and hemp rope. He measured the length, cut the wood at an angle, and connected it diagonally to the angle cut by the corner of the table. Then he tied it with hemp rope, and it could be used for a while. .

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, still experiencing the artistic conception he had just written when he wrote the ink, and he didn't know where his mind was drifting.

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Chapter completed!