The excitement comes and goes 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 courtyard, I will give you some wedding money."
There was a roar of applause, and the crowd that slowly dispersed suddenly dispersed.
Some people want to clean up the firecrackers and rubbish, but some people tell them not to clean up, and to leave it alone for a day, saying that it is a celebration to welcome the return of the fifth young master!
Wen's masters also returned to the main hall of the mansion chattering and laughing happily. Today's protagonist is naturally Wen Yan'an, who has returned home in fine clothes.
Even though the Wen family is rich and powerful, it 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 that there are more scholars.
Good sentiment.
It is not easy to become a Jinshi in a court with great wealth and prosperity. Things are rare and valuable, which is worthy of the Wen family's celebration.
However, relatively speaking, the probability that a family can produce seventeen Jinshi is already very high. Being wealthy and powerful still has considerable advantages to some extent.
And this time the Jinshi comes from the lineage 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 Kuang, each holding an arm on the stairs.
The patriarch’s face lit up 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 Kuan naturally sat high on the throne.
The honest-looking uncle Wen Jiantang and the kind-faced wife Wen Rong are also the parents of Wen Yanan, so they are qualified to sit in the row on the lower left side of Wen Kuan.
Behind them are the eldest son Wen Yanxing, their daughter Wen Shu, the second son Wen Yanhai, and three other children.
The stern-faced second master Wen Jianming, and the middle-aged but still beautiful wife Wen Guo, sit 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 the younger ones of the three of them are 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 whole 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 An lifted 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 smiled and nodded repeatedly and raised his hand.
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, get up, my son, get up quickly.”
The uncle and his wife were overjoyed and helped him. Hearing that Mr. Rong was so happy, he cried with tears in his eyes.
Hearing this, An stood up, followed the futon that had moved away, knelt down again, and kowtowed: "My nephew, upon hearing this, came back from Beijing to take the exam and met his uncle and aunt."
“Okay, get up.”
"Get up, get up." Hearing that Mr. Guo actually stood up, he looked either flattered or unable to bear it.
Hearing this, An An stood up and bowed his hands to greet his brothers and sisters of the same generation.
In front of the elders, especially in front of the patriarch, the attitude of the ordinary people was mostly reserved, but a group of boys and girls didn't care so much, and swarmed around them.
“Fifth Uncle, did you bring us a gift?”
“Uncle, I want a gift.”
With such a posture, I would have to pull off my official robe.
Wen Qian pointed and scolded with a smile, "A bunch of brats, your uncle just came home and didn't even wait for them to take a breath." When each family was about to pull away their children, he waved his hand again, meaning, let them go.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Hearing this, An turned around and said hello.
His bookboy ran out immediately and soon brought a box.
Wen Yanan opened it in public. They were all trinkets from the capital city. "Take them for yourself. Each person is only allowed to take two."
There is no preference for one over another.
The little guys started quickly, each picked up two items and ran away. The empty boxes were also moved away. There were no 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 contained a gift for me."
Wen Qian looked at his granddaughter and then his grandson, stroking his beard and smiling, as if he knew something.
Among his grandchildren, this grandson is still unmarried and this granddaughter is still unmarried, 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." He 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 such a quiet person like Wen Xin take the initiative to ask for it.
Wen Hui, the second roommate, 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 to say the least. 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 from the big house said: "Whose words can still alarm grandpa? It can't be the one who is visiting Hua Lang, right?"
Wen Yanan said: "Third brother, that's right, he belongs to Tan Hualang."
“…” Hearing this, Haydn was stunned.
Wen Yanan stretched out his hand and gestured, "It cost a full 1.2 million taels of silver to buy it through bidding. This is because grandpa gave the news in time, otherwise the price might not be available to us. Grandpa also gave us the money."
嗯! Giving that girl a calligraphy and painting gift 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 a matter of money. One million taels of silver is not too much money for Mr. 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 while. 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, walked to Wen Xin, and presented it to Wen Xin 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, "Thank you, fifth brother."
When I got it, I held 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 his 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 been able to find her authentic handwriting for appreciation. Only then did I realize that it is extremely rare on the market, and you can't buy it even if you have money, but it 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 with her things in her arms. She couldn't wait to see the real work.
Wen Shu from the big room shouted: "Xin'er, don't leave. Open up 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 and thought it was inappropriate to enjoy such a valuable thing alone in silence, so she came back, opened the metal cylinder in front of everyone, and poured out something wrapped in moisture-proof oil paper.
As soon as you look at the packaging, you can tell that it is 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 won't be seen again."
Can’t find it.”
Wen Shu smiled and said, "I see you are not so fragile if I make you anxious."
While 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 being praised by Mr. Yu Wen as 'a man who can swim across the sea, and a son can be born every hundred years'. He is worthy of being a 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, "There are 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 these extra lines.
, 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 easy to make money, isn’t it? Yan An, you and he are both Jinshi in the same subject, how much is your handwriting worth?”
Mr. Wen Guo on the side couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.
Wen Rongshi immediately realized that he 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 word is no longer written.
So someone looked everywhere for his previous handwriting, but except for some that were already on the surface, they couldn't find any of them. Even the test papers he had taken in the county examination, rural examination, etc. were all gone, and it was unknown who had corrupted the ink.
Someone dug this out of his old house in the country. 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, but 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 items, obviously you don’t bother to do it!”