Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

At the door, Tang Yi and Huang Qunsheng started talking. The two of them seemed to be around a lot. After playing for two days, they finally enjoyed themselves. After accepting students, thinking about how he made troubles before, I wonder how he dared to be a real teacher.

Huang Qunsheng replied with a smile: Then you used to be cynical, but now you are also an official?

Both of them laughed loudly, and Huang Xuan laughed too. Ever since Huang Jindi fell ill, Huang Qunsheng rarely had such a happy time. Family struggles were not suitable for him. It's hard for him to accept.

Zhang Xinyi smiled at the two girls and went up to meet them. While preparing slippers for the two of them, she laughed softly, Xuan'er has brought two young guests, so don't scare them.

Tang Yi declined and took the slippers and said, I'm sorry, my brother and sister. Huang Qunsheng put on the shoes himself and asked, Huang Xuan's classmate?

Two girls. Zhang Xinyi said something mysterious on purpose, which caused Tang Yi to laugh again.

Only then did Huang Xuan walk over, and obediently called out: Uncle Tang. The two girls behind him also said timidly, Hello, Uncle Tang.

Tang Yi said oh, then took another look, and said, The two little babies are so beautiful, your family Huang Xuan has a good eye.

After exchanging such pleasantries for a while, Cai\u003e~impression, Huang Qunsheng didn't ask who it was, he just glanced at Huang Xuan, pulled Tang Yi and said, Go, Lao Tang, I've received a few pieces of old ink here, and you write a word for me.

Really? You said my handwriting was ugly when you were in school.

That's jealousy. Huang Qunsheng also said humorously in front of his classmates: You're a high-ranking official, and I can't ask for a copy?

You. Tang Yi pointed at Huang Qunsheng and said, Don't go to your study, too. There are too many things and the space is too small. Here it is, with natural light. Look at your ink first.

Huang Qunsheng smiled, and went upstairs to get ink. Tang Yi sat on the sofa by himself, and smiled at Huang Xuan: Go to class today? How do you feel? The friendship between classmates will only be understood when you grow up.

Huang Xuan promised, although Houzi and the others put all their energy on the two beautiful girls today, he did feel some happiness from his peers, and said, It's much better than talking about business with middle-aged people .”

Tang Yi laughed. Said: You are talking about me and your family members.

Huang Xuan smiled awkwardly and quickly apologized. Zhang Xinyi patted Huang Xuan on the head reproachfully. Said: I'm going to cook, you and Uncle Tang have a good chat and learn more useful things.

Diao Chan also quickly stood up and said, Sister Zhang, I'll accompany you.

Zhang Xinyi saw that the chef hadn't arrived yet. There were so many people today, so she nodded, while Cai Wenji didn't know what she was thinking, and watched TV by herself.

Tang Yi is a very interesting person, he seems to be able to talk to anyone, and his words are very interesting. Ridiculousness, humor, and a little self-deprecation always make people happy to talk to him. Compared with the negotiators that Huang Xuan has met, such a master of Chinese studies is actually easier to communicate with.

After another conversation, Huang Qunsheng came down with a yellow box in his hands, with his arms resting underneath. Stretching out his hands to hug back, Tang Yi saw his eyes lit up, got up and took it, touched the surface and said, Is it Shanghai-style Huimo?

As he spoke, he carefully placed it on the tea table, opened the cover and said, Last time I was in Beijing, I saw a piece of Yisuzhai ground ink, and the asking price was 32. I couldn't bear it after thinking about it all afternoon.

The inside of the ink cartridge was wrapped with a piece of yellow satin, and Tang Yi carefully opened it. Inside are four pieces of black ink with the length of the pen holder and the width of the knuckles. One of the edges has been mottled. Each ink has a name written on it. The last one is written with the words Jihexuan, Tang Yi He stroked it with his hands, scratched it lightly with his nails, wiped the saliva on the back of his hand, sighed, and said, Hu Gongshou's ink is so good.

Would you like to keep the calligraphy? Huang Qunsheng smiled. He was a science student, but students of that era always had a lot of interest in Chinese studies.

Tang Yi still shook his head and said, I can't afford it.

What is Shanghai-style Hui ink? It was Cai Wenji who asked the question.

Tang Yi glanced at her in surprise, shook his head and explained: Ink is for literati to use. Only when literati have money can they use ink well. Therefore, when Shanghai opened a port, a large number of literati, calligraphers and painters in the mainland were taken away. Shanghai is attractive, and now it is called Humanities. At that time, the most famous ink-makers were Cao Sugong and Hu Kaiwen. The sixth generation of Cao Sugong, a branch named Sun Yaoqian, moved to Shanghai. His ink shop is the Shanghai I just mentioned. Yisuzhai, and then the descendants of Zhan Dayou, who came from the source, lit cigarettes and made ink in Xiaodongmen, Shanghai, and Hu Kaiwen

Sun also opened Hu Kaiwen Mo Zhuang in Shanghai. This Hui ink has regained its glory, and Hui ink probably started from Guangxu. If the teacher gives you a lecture, you should add a sentence A square inch of land is full of atmosphere, which is the design of this ink.

Cai Wenji nodded her head, and asked again: Since this ink is so good, why don't you try it?

It's wasted. Tang Yi sighed again.

Huang Xuan peeked at it, and asked Lorraine in a low voice, Did there be calligraphy in the Han Dynasty?

The most famous one is called Zhangcao.

Before he could ask again, Huang Qunsheng said with a smile: Okay, don't be too polite, I bought this specially for you, you leave me a piece of calligraphy, and take the rest home to study, if you don't want to, Then just stay with me.

Tang Yi laughed heartily again, and said, That's right here, the living room is big, and I'll write big characters for you too.

Huang Qunsheng had prepared a pen and paper a long time ago, and asked Li Qing to lay it out. Tang Yi picked up his arm-thick wolf hair, thought for a while, and wrote with a brush: If you can drink a glass of water, the name is light; Yingxin village tea is more fragrant than wine.

It is the couplet of Mr. Qi Gong.

Cai Wenji's eyelashes flickered, and she carefully looked at the ink stains on the ground. Huang Xuan quietly approached them and asked, Did you have any ink at that time?

Of course. Cai Wenji glared at Huang Xuan, then looked again. She was obviously interested in Tang Yi's calligraphy. According to Huang Xuan's thinking, in the past few days, she didn't have time to read these miscellaneous studies.

This couplet was completed in one go, and a majestic aura was hidden in it. Tang Yi looked at it with satisfaction, and said, Old Huang, are you here to make a fortune for us?

No, you write an inscription, and I'm going to leave it to my son. Huang Qunsheng said and laughed.

Tang Yi glanced at Huang Xuan with a smile, noticed Cai Wenji's gaze, and asked curiously, The little girl can also calligraphy?

Cai Wenji didn't hear clearly, she pointed to herself and said, You want me to write?.

Huang Xuan's smile froze immediately, while Tang Yi laughed loudly and said, Okay, not many young people dare to write now.

Cai\u003e At that time, she had the heart of a 17-year-old girl.

Carrying such a big brush, Cai Wenji got used to it very much. She tilted her head and thought about it, and then wrote it on the side of the paper with bean-sized characters.

Huang Qunsheng read it lightly, it was nothing more than what year and month, so-and-so view a certain word, but Tang Yi was serious and said: Gu Li, I don't know many people. The so-called ancient Li, probably the official script before Wang Mang, for the people of Cai Wenji's era, Zhangcao was beautiful, but the inscriptions used ancient Li to show humility.

Tang Yi squatted down, read it carefully, and said to Huang Qunsheng with a wry smile: This little girl is amazing. Once she mentions this word, this piece of paper is worth a hundred times. He said a little bookishly Said: It's wonderful to be sincere and elegant.

Huang Xuan couldn't recognize this character, but even if he really didn't know, just looking at the brush with the thickness of his arm, the handwriting was the size of a fingertip. The lively little crush is really an expert in ancient books.

Cai Wenji smiled modestly, and after a while, the two of them talked about official script. Huang Xuan finally closed his eyes, and someone talked about official script with Cai Wenji again...

The more Tang Yi talked, the happier he said, You go to school here? Who are your parents?

My family is in Nanyang, and I will live in China for a while. This was a long-prepared statement. Huang Xuan, who has rich experience in lying since he was a child, is also an expert.

Are you in high school yet?

No. Cai shook his head, while Huang Xuan had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Tang Yi asked a few more questions, and then asked Cai \u003e: I have any doubts, but within three or two minutes, Tang Yi said: I will lead a graduate student to Renmin University to study history and ancient Chinese, and the direction is ancient pre-Qin Literature, with some poems from the Han and Sui Dynasties and family research, are you interested in joining my graduate school? Anyway, you are also an overseas Chinese, as long as you apply to study.

Huang Xuan absolutely believes that this Uncle Tang is capable of solving the quota problem for Cai Wenji. The three people from Dahan all have complete identification documents, which were completed by Lorraine after running for an afternoon. With his background in the State Council, he himself Can graduate students be restricted?

Cai Wenji's eyes moved, as if thinking of something, she glanced at Huang Xuan coquettishly, Huang Xuan almost closed his eyes and shook his head, and after a long time, Wenji Meimei said: I still can't, I may not be able to stay in the country for long this time, Moreover, I just started class at Shicheng Middle School here, so I always have to lay a good foundation.

Tang Yi's disappointment was palpable, and Zhang Xinyi, who was serving the dishes, looked at Huang Qunsheng twice, and the latter stared at Huang Xuan wrongly. .