Seeing Zhong Yue in a dilemma, Huang Mingchuan behind him spoke, "Groupe Mayor Wang, didn't you agree that we came here to talk peacefully this time, why did you get angry again? Zhong Yue, don't worry, we have no malice in coming here. If you don't have your permission, you will never move this monument. But can you let us go in and take a look? I have also studied the Wei monument for a little, so it is no problem to determine the dynasty."

Zhong Yue thought to himself that his father had been studying for a lifetime but had never figured out any name. If he really spent his life on a stone tablet, it would be worth it. Let the old calligrapher see, and perhaps he could really see some name, so he agreed: "Okay."

"Yes, I can only know the general idea!" Wang Dashan's tense expression immediately sent him down. As long as Zhong Yue didn't believe in the truth, there was still a way.

Huang Mingchuan also smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll take the liberty to bother."

Several people stepped into the courtyard of the Zhong family. Gu Qin carried the leather bag on his shoulder and looked curiously at this strange Tibetan Monument House located in the ravine.

"Ayue, tell Mr. Huang, what is the name of this monument in your house? When Mr. Huang is dying later, he will have a clear idea in his heart."

Zhong Yue knew very little about the monument at home, only knowing that it was old. However, he really wanted him to say something, but he had no way to say it. He could only shake his head and said, "I'm not very clear."

"It's okay, I'll find out later." Huang Mingchuan's face couldn't help but feel excited. For calligraphy enthusiasts, an exquisite Wei stele has a huge attraction to them.

The calligraphy world respects the ancients and respects the ancients. The Wei steles can be used to see the old styles of the Han and Qin dynasties, and can observe the customs of the Sui and Tang dynasties. If it is a fine product, it is definitely a rare collection.

Zhong Yue and his men walked around his house and arrived at an ancient well behind the courtyard.

Wang Dashan was stunned and said, "Ayue, what are you taking us here to do? Where is the monument?"

Gu Qin, who was standing beside him, also looked around and did not see the so-called Wei stele.

Zhong Yue temporarily took off the white cloth on his head and said, "The monument is under the well."

"this……"

The director of the Women's Federation who followed the village was also stunned, "No wonder we came here, and we were lost several times. The monument of feelings was hidden under the well."

Huang Mingchuan reached the edge of the well, looked at it and frowned, "The stone tablet was not exposed, what should I think?"

"What else can I look at? Of course, I went down to the well to see it. The front of the inscription can only accommodate one person, so if this old man wants to see it, he can only go into the water himself."

Wang Dashan's face changed and he said, "How can this be done! Huang Lao Nian is already in a high position. How can we afford it if something goes wrong? I think it's better to ask someone to hang up the stone tablet under the well."

"No!" Zhong Yue immediately refused.

Wang Dashan frowned and said, "Why can't it?"

"The base of the stele is a Xuanwu. My father said that once Xuanwu is moved, the entire well will collapse, and the stele will be damaged by then. Uncle Wang and Mr. Huang, you don't want to see this scene."

Huang Mingchuan, who was sitting on the chair, stroked his beard and said, "This is not a force. I think this is the case. Dashan, there is always a water pump for irrigating rice fields in your village. Pump the well water first. Let me see the value of this Wei stele. If the stele above is not valuable, you can't bother others."

Wang Dashan's eyes lit up.

"Old Huang is still thoughtful. Ade, go and take the water pump and the water storage bucket from the village, and pump the well water first."

The security director behind him ran back immediately. When Huang Mingchuan saw that there were still a few words hanging behind the house, he immediately stood up and asked, "Zhong Yue, can the words here be appreciated by me? Don't worry, there is absolutely no greed."

"Old Huang, look at what you said. Who in Huizhou City doesn't know that your old character is worth a thousand gold, and will you still look down on these?"

Huang Mingchuan stopped repeatedly, "I dare not, experts are among the people."

Zhong Yue knew that most of the words in this room were written by his grandfather and his father. They were not enough these days and were generally unknown, so naturally they were not afraid of coveting them.

Huang Mingchuan walked to a framed pair of characters, stopped and leaned over, "I am learning European style."

Wang Dashan made a joke: "Euro style? Impossible! Lao Zhong has been living in the mountains all his life and has never even stepped out of Huizhou. How could he have been to Europe? Mr. Huang, have you read it wrong?"

As soon as Wang Dashan said this, Zhong Yue and Gu Qin on the side laughed, and even Huang Mingchuan shook his head and said with a smile: "Dashan, the Ou style I am talking about is a regular script font created by Ouyang Xun of the Tang Dynasty, not something that is not European or European."

Wang Dashan suddenly felt embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and laughed: "I'm showing off my skills, but I'm showing off my skills."

Huang Mingchuan's attention returned to the calligraphy. After reading it for a long time, he slowly said, "Looking at the signature, is it written by your father?"

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "It was written by my father."

"Yes, even in our city's calligraphy association, there is only Lao Wei's Ou physical fitness comparison."

Wang Dashan was shocked and said with a stuttering stutter: "No...no, I think it's very ordinary, this...is unlikely, right?"

"Ou style seems simple and easy to learn, but it is not easy to write in a real way. Since Ouyang Xun's death, there have been many people who imitate Ou style in all dynasties, and there are very few people who can compare with it. Most of them can only get the shape but not the charm. Especially in the era when the brushwork is missing, there are very few people who can imitate the shape and be sophisticated. This Mr. Zhong Hu not only has the similar shape, but also has the flavor of Ouyang Xun in the charm. If I practice it for another ten years, I want to get it to the provincial calligraphy association, but no one dares to pat my chest and say that it is better than him."

Wang Dashan was sweating wildly on his forehead. The Zhong family had come more than once or twice. In the past, when he saw Lao Zhong, he could not help but say a few words, "What a farmer's life is that he has to do something about writing. If Huang Mingchuan said this, wouldn't he lose a talent from the Municipal Calligraphy Association? Oh, this was a mess. I had known that Lao Zhong would have reported it to me!"

Huang Mingchuan looked at it one by one, nodded repeatedly, and kept sayings of praise.

"It's really steep and steadily, neat and dull. By the way, Zhong Yue, has your father ever told you any experience in calligraphy?"

Zhong Yue, who was standing beside him, nodded and said, "I practiced a lot when I was a child, but later I didn't practice for a few years for the college entrance examination. My father said that if I can practice the Wei stele on the Ou style before I was forty, I can copy the inscription under the well."

"Your father is talking nonsense, do you believe it?"

"No, this ancient Mr. Zhong said it well. It seems that he has lost his master." Huang Mingchuan sighed, "Ouyang Xun is closer to Weibei and is closer to the style of Weibei calligraphy in terms of time. Liu Gongquan has reached the late Tang Dynasty. Tang Kai rules are very strict, and it will inevitably lead to restraint to a certain extent. However, it is very difficult to practice from Ou style to Weibei. It seems that Mr. Zhong has great ambitions."

Wang Dashan next to him was shocked. Is it true? Is there so many things to pay attention to when practicing words?

The so-called laymen watch the excitement, while the insiders watch the tricks. The calligraphy world is inherited in an orderly manner. There are many calligraphy and paintings in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but few people copy them. Most of them learn from calligraphy masters from the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang and Five Dynasties.

Ouyang Xun is a master of regular script who escaped from the legacy of the Six Dynasties, and many people copy it.

Huang Mingchuan turned around and looked at the work on the other side.

"Old Huang, stop reading. Zhong Yue's grandfather is a left-handed man, and the words are definitely not as good as his father."

Huang Mingchuan, who was arching his back, was stunned and suddenly spoke out, "Zhong Yue, I paid 50,000 yuan. Can you give me a picture of your grandfather's masterpiece?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the notebook in Wang Dashan's hand slid to the ground.
Chapter completed!