At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Hao led his parents to his girlfriend's house, accompanied by his eldest sister Zhang Jiahui.
Apart from my parents, my eldest sister is the one I worry about the most.
"Dongdongdong..."
It was Yang Huaqing who opened the door: "Uncle, aunt, eldest sister, please come in quickly."
Seeing the prospective in-laws arriving, Kuang Wenhui and Yang Dengbang immediately greeted them.
"Dad, Mom, let me introduce to you. This is Uncle Zhang, this is Aunt Li, and this is Zhang Hao's eldest sister, who also lives in our community."
Yang Huaqing quickly introduced.
Zhang Jiahui took the initiative to say hello: "Uncle Yang, Aunt Kuang, just call me Jiahui."
"Jiahui, please stop standing and sit down quickly."
Kuang Wenhui greeted warmly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao and others immediately put down the gifts in their hands and sat on the sofa.
Li Dajuan said politely: "It's my first time here, and I don't know what you like. I brought some home-grown fruits and bacon that I cured myself..."
"I don't dare to accept so many things."
Kuang Wenhui waved her hands repeatedly.
This was not a polite comment. The other party brought a lot of gifts, not only food and drink, but also many expensive supplements. If they were ordinary relatives, their family would never accept them.
"We're seeing each other, aren't we? A small courtesy would be disrespectful." Li Dajuan said with a smile on her face.
Soon, Yang Huaqing brought over several cups of tea:
"Everyone has tea."
Yang Haoxuan then brought out a plate of tea eggs.
"The tea eggs we just boiled last night, let's eat them while they are hot." Kuang Wenhui helped the guests each get a tea egg, and then said with emotion: "Speaking of which, these eggs were brought over by Zhang Hao last time."
"Auntie, it's been almost half a month, and you haven't finished eating yet?"
Zhang Hao echoed casually.
"These eggs are a good thing. You can't buy them in the market right now. Your uncle is not in good health. If he gets sick, he just needs to use them to replenish his health."
Li Dajuan heard this and said generously: "Mom Hua Qing, don't be reluctant. We raise more than fifty chickens at home, and we have more than twenty eggs every day. We can't finish them all.
Our two families live not far away, and it only takes ten minutes to walk there. If you finish eating here, you can go directly to my place to get it, or ask Zhang Hao to deliver it to you."
"I can't help it, why is this so embarrassing?"
Kuang Wenhui subconsciously shied away.
"What are you embarrassed about? To tell you the truth, I fell in love with Hua Qing the first time I saw her, and I have long recognized her as my daughter-in-law."
Yang Huaqing suddenly blushed: "Auntie..."
"Hey, the big girl is shy again. Auntie just doesn't say anything."
Li Dajuan couldn't help but joked.
Compared to her ex-daughter-in-law, she actually prefers him for his simple and honest character, who doesn't like to go out to play, can make clothes, cook, and is beautiful. She is simply the perfect daughter-in-law in her mind.
After some small talk, the girls went into the kitchen together and started preparing lunch.
Zhang Chongxin and Yang Dengbang finally chatted.
"Xiao Hao, quickly take out that copybook and ask your Uncle Yang to help me palm my eyes."
"Okay, Dad."
Zhang Hao immediately stood up, took out a long wooden box from the bag on the side, and then gently placed it on the table in front of him.
"This is?" Yang Dengbang asked curiously.
"Uncle, my dad was bored and opened a literary and toy store in the city. Recently he just received a pair of Dong Qichang's calligraphy..."
Zhang Hao quickly replied.
"Dong Qichang?" Yang Dengbang's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to ask: "Can I appreciate it?"
"Of course, this calligraphy was originally given to you, uncle. I heard from Hua Qing that you are very knowledgeable about calligraphy." Zhang Hao smiled and nodded.
Yang Dengbang didn't care about anything else. He took away all the teacups and tea eggs on the table, wiped the tabletop carefully, and then carefully laid the copybook on the table, admiring it with joy.
"It's actually a silk version of "Ode to the Virtue of Wine". The first half of the line has grass in it. It's solid, the brushwork is precise, neither argumentative nor impetuous, and the layout is leisurely and natural.
In the second half, the brush moves smoothly and freely, like a dragon, a snake, and clouds. What is rare is that it is neither bumpy nor wild, and always maintains a straight edge without losing its roundness. It is worthy of everyone's work."
"Bah bang bang!" Zhang Chongxin applauded on the spot, "Brother Yang is indeed an expert in calligraphy. His evaluation is so accurate. He is much better than me, who comes from a wild background."
"Brother, it's just a hobby, not high or low."
Yang Dengbang said modestly.
"Uncle, according to your opinion, is this copybook authentic?" Zhang Hao asked casually.
Yang Dengbang shook his head: "I'm not a professional, so I can't give you an accurate answer. However, based on my many years of experience, I can tell that even if this copybook is not an original, it is still a forgery of the famous artist. It should be no different."
"As long as it's authentic, uncle, since you like this copybook, why don't you accept it?"
"No, no, it's too valuable, I can't accept it." Yang Dengbang shook his head.
"Haha..." Zhang Chongxin laughed loudly, "Brother Yang, don't be polite to us. The antique market is very miserable right now. This calligraphy work only cost less than 500,000 yuan in total, which is not as expensive as you think." "Fifty thousand? So cheap?"
Yang Dengbang's eyes widened instantly.
This copybook can be called Dong Qichang's pinnacle work. If it had been around this time last year, it would have been impossible to get it without tens of millions.
If their family didn't buy a house, he would have paid for it himself.
Zhang Chongxin nodded: "Brother, if you are free one day, you can come to my store. Now the prices of many artworks have plummeted. I have a collection of works by famous artists."
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"Okay, I'll definitely come and visit you when I have time." Yang Dengbang carefully packed away the copybook, then shook his head: "But I still can't accept this copybook."
"Uncle, this is my wish..."
Yang Dengbang waved his hand: "Needless to say, I have never received such expensive gifts in my life. Even if you become my son-in-law, there will be no exception."
After speaking, prepare to return the copybook to the prospective son-in-law.
"This..."
Zhang Hao turned to look at his father.
Seeing this, Zhang Chongxin immediately grabbed Yang Dengbang's arm: "Brother Yang, why are you in such a hurry? This copybook will just eat dust if I leave it there. Why not leave it here with you so that you can appreciate it for a while longer."
"Okay then, I'll send it back in person later."
Yang Dengbang was indeed moved.
"That's right. As I said just now, I still have a lot of calligraphy works over there. When you return the copybooks, you can take a few more back and enjoy them slowly."
Zhang Chongming followed up with the suggestion.
"Okay, Brother Zhang is so kind, so I won't bother you anymore."
Yang Dengbang raised his hand towards the other party.
"You're welcome. From today on, our two families are relatives. One family will not speak the same language as the other."