Chapter 506: Master of Chinese Studies

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

"Accept!" Shen Long clicked the confirmation button. This reward did not exceed his expectations. Before completing various tasks, except for Sun Wukong who gave somersault clouds and Li Kuyong who gave stamps, the rewards he got were almost all the other party's best rewards. Good abilities, such as Liao Jie's cooking skills, such as Lao Bai's chemistry ability.

The only thing Shen Long envied about Wang Anshi was probably his knowledge. Wang Anshi was a master of Confucianism. It goes without saying that his attainments in Confucianism are self-evident, and his thesis and writing can be ranked among the eight great masters of Tang and Song Dynasties.

He writes poems with subtlety, profoundness and unobtrusiveness, and his style of abundant spirit and far-reaching rhyme is unique in the Northern Song Dynasty poetry circle.

In terms of Ci, he is thin and elegant, and has washed away the old habits of the five generations. His "Osmanthus Fragrance? Jinling Nostalgia" is bold and melancholy, and it is bold and unrestrained with Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride? The Scenery in the Next Autumn". It can be said that Wang Anshi is a first-class figure in Tang and Song Dynasties regardless of his style of writing; his lifelong talent and learning are undoubtedly worth having.

After clicking the confirm button, his mind was a little swollen. He felt countless information pouring in. Shen Long fell asleep dizzily. When he woke up the next morning, he found those calligraphy and paintings and looked through them. It's different.

When he looked at the calligraphy and paintings of Li Gonglin, Huang Tingjian, Su Dongpo and others before, he just vaguely felt that these were excellent works of art, but he couldn't tell what was so good about them.

Looking at it now, Fang feels that these works are more exquisite than he imagined. The composition is natural, and every stroke is perfect. Shen Long's hands itch for a while, and he stretches out his fingers to gesture in the air.

Ha, what the hell is wrong with me? After calming down, Shen Long couldn't help laughing. Writing and painting are also a good way to cultivate one's sentiments, so let's go buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstones first.

As for the designer, there is no need to hire a designer at all. Just set aside a room specially arranged according to the study of the scholar-officials in the Song Dynasty. Knowing Chinese-style decoration, how can Wang Anshi understand what is the background of a scholar-bureaucrat?

The capital city is the economic, cultural and political center of the country, and there is no shortage of literati. Since these people have needs, they naturally provide them with shops with the four treasures of the study. I made a phone call and asked a few people who have been to my home The guest asked about the place, and drove directly there.

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

"Sir, what do you want to see?" The clerk greeted him politely and introduced the situation in his store, "We specialize in pens, inks, papers and inkstones here, and there are all kinds of high-end brands. Are you writing?" It doesn’t matter whether it’s painting or painting, we can find suitable ones here.”

"Show me first, oh, yes, I heard from Mr. Ji of Peking University that you still have old ink made by Wang Jie'an himself?" Shen Long asked, and given Wang Anshi's recuperation, he used ordinary pens, inks, paper and inkstones. What a pity.

In the Qing Dynasty, there were four famous ink makers, Cao Sugong, Wang Jinsheng, Hu Kaiwen, and Wang Jie’an. The ink ingots they made have always been sought after by literati and inkmen. However, ink ingots are consumables. Nowadays, there are not many ink ingots made by them in the world. up.

"Oh, you are Ji Lao's friend!" The clerk quickly took a look at Shen Long, "If someone asks, 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 Wang Jie'an system The Royal Inscription Ten Scenes of the West Lake Poetry Color Ink, but this is the treasure of our store, the boss probably won't sell it easily."

"It may be cliché to say this, but if it's about money, you can open it." Shen Long said with a smile. Wang Jie'an was born in the Daoguang period. At that time, his ink ingots were said to be worth every inch of ink.

That is to say, a piece of ink is worth the same volume of gold, and it has been more than a hundred years, so it is naturally more expensive.

Ordinary people are willing to spend such a big price to buy a piece of ink? Although this kind of famous ink ingots is also valuable for collection, in front of the audience, it is not as fast as the appreciation of calligraphy and painting.

"You're offended when you say that. Our boss is an old Beijinger. He doesn't care about these things. What he cares about is fate. If you really have a relationship with this Mo, you can give it for free. If you don't have a relationship, I'm afraid it will cost us a lot. The boss is also unwilling to sell it." The clerk politely led Shen Long to the second floor, "The boss is upstairs, he must be happy to know that Ji Lao's friend is here, I will take you up to have a chat with the boss."

I understand, all of you in the cultural business are hypocritical, let’s go and hear what it means?

Followed the clerk in, and saw the boss, who was also wearing a long robe, holding a folding fan, and looked like a cultured person. He was in his forties or fifties, but he was a bit refined. After hearing the clerk's introduction, the boss's eyes flashed A trace of surprise led Shen Long to sit down at the teahouse.

After introducing each other, the boss named Shi Pu poured a cup of tea for Shen Long, and said, "Mr. Mo, you can either give it to the calligraphy and painting masters, or to the masters of Chinese studies, so that you can live up to Master Wang’s hard work, right?"

"Well, that's the reason." 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 sorry for himself, so what shall we do next? Do you want me to write a few words? Or draw a picture for you?

Shi Pu didn't do that either, this way of dealing with it was too straightforward and didn't suit the manners of men in the capital, so the two of them chatted about the Four Books and Five Classics, Chu Ci and Han Fu, Tang Poetry and Song Ci in a seemingly casual manner while drinking tea.

Shi Pu wants to weigh him first, if he speaks well, then he will think about the next step, if he speaks badly, then he will be embarrassed, he doesn’t even need to write and paint, although the ink on my desk is not as good as The ink of Shangwang Jiean is also the best ink, and it should not be wasted for others.

As he said this, Shi Pu's eyes were different, and the admiration in his eyes became more and more intense, and finally he couldn't help but praise, "Mr. Shen, I didn't expect you to have such profound knowledge in Chinese studies at such a young age." , can be called a master of Chinese studies!"

"I'm laughing!" Shen Long thanked with a smile, but he was muttering in his heart, Master of Chinese Studies? Why does it sound like a curse?

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