50,000 yuan, let alone an unknown calligraphy enthusiast, in addition to the fine works of contemporary top masters, some ordinary works are only priced. However, Huang Mingchuan paid 50,000 yuan at a price, which made Wang Dashan even more stunned.

Huang Mingchuan took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket in Zhongshan, put them on tremblingly, slowly picked up the letter, and said with some trembling words: "White Stele can be written to such a state, Huang is only sure that he has seen it in his life."

Gu Qin, who was standing beside him, picked up the camera, took photos of Grandpa Zhong Yue's works from different angles, picked up the pen, and started writing the manuscript again.

Wang Dashan swallowed and patted Zhong Yue with his hands.

"What are you waiting for? Sell it quickly!"

For the people in the poor mountain valley, fifty thousand yuan is simply a fortune from heaven, and even Wang Dashan is very moved.

Zhong Yue shook his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, these words are not sold."

Wang Dashan quickly pulled Zhong Yue aside and whispered: "Silly, your grandfather is not famous, and others will definitely not pay such a high price. Only these calligraphy masters are willing to pay for this injustice. Why are you still doing it with an air? 50,000 yuan, how many days will you take to work outside to earn back?"

"Haha, Mr. Huang, this child is ignorant. Since you want to, you must have given up love," he said.

"Not selling." Zhong Yue vetoed directly.

Even Gu Qin, who was still shooting, put down his camera and turned to look at it. The price should be very high. The old calligrapher from the City Calligraphy Association has only one or two thousand yuan for the pen. Such a two-foot work will be overwhelmed by 5,000 yuan. Isn’t it sold for 5,000 yuan?

"Mr. Huang, I'm sorry. These are the few remaining characters from my grandfather. When the four old ones were broken, a lot of them were burned. Now only these works from my later years are left, so I can't bear to sell them."

Huang Mingchuan looked at Zhong Yue with appreciation. It is rare to be so young and have such a heart.

"Well, if it weren't for the lack of age, I would have wanted to receive your grandfather's masterpiece in the cultural center."

Gu Qin on the side reminded, "Old Huang, isn't the Cultural Center planning an exhibition of works by modern famous artists? Look at this..."

"Yes, Xiao Qin, I forgot if you don't say it. In this way, this old Mr. Zhong's masterpiece, Zhong Yue, can you borrow it from the market for a few months? This will not let the pearls be covered in dust? What do you think?"

Zhong Yue recalled how much he wanted to revive the calligraphy of the Zhong family when his father and grandfather were alive. However, he had no choice but to end up in this valley and ended up in seclusion. It was also a good thing that his grandfather's works could appear in front of everyone.

"This is feasible, but Mr. Huang has to keep these words for me and don't lose them."

Zhong Yue also knew that if the city beats each other's ball at that time, you don't care about me, and if he loses his thing, who can I ask for advice?

"Don't worry, this is absolutely fine. Your grandfather's calligraphy may not be that great. For famous calligraphy and paintings, it is second to look at the brushwork, mainly looking at the age, fame and the amount of existence. This exhibition of works came to some famous calligraphers in the province, so they are all experts, so they want to make your grandfather's works see the light of day again."

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "Then you can choose three of these six characters to display."

Huang Mingchuan smiled and said, "It's so extravagant to hang it like this! You, hurry up and find a camphor wood box, put a few bags of bamboo charcoal and mothballs in it, and collect the book. When the plum rain weather in Huizhou comes, it will greatly damage the quality of the work."

"Oh, that's it... Thank you Mr. Huang for your advice."

"The township chief, I've brought the water pump, why are you working now?"

Wang De's broken gong sound suddenly came outside the house.

Wang Dashan smiled and said, "Let's go out and have a look."

...

The water pump whimpered, and the water in the well was slowly pumped into the bucket. Soon, when shining with a flashlight, you could see a corner of the stone tablet.

"It's amazing, A Yue, your father used to sneak into the well to read the inscription?" Wang Dashan asked in disbelief.

Zhong Yue shook his head and said, "There are rubbings."

Huang Mingchuan was stunned and immediately turned around and said, "I didn't say anything about rubbings earlier. We don't have to spend so much effort. Just show me the rubbings and you will know if they are valuable."

There are also many Wei steles existing, and there are many in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, but the quality is uneven. Some of the badly written ones are naturally of little value except for the cultural relics themselves. However, these fine Wei steles such as "The Epitaph of Sima Shao of the Northern Wei Dynasty" and "The Monument of Zhang Menglong", are enough to be called the treasure of the museum.

"If there was one, I would have taken it out before. My father told me before his death, all the rubbings would be cremated with him."

“…”

"This old clock is really. He has a stubborn temper and cannot be seen by the monument. This rubbing is not kept for others. Alas!"

Wang Dashan was panting and putting his hands on his hips. It seemed that the water had to be pumped.

Zhong Yue was also very curious about the fact that the Zhong family had hidden secrets. He had seen rubbings of the stone tablet before, but although they were exquisite, he could not see any clues. He had never seen the original work of the stone tablet, and even his father had never seen it.

His father said that his grandfather was the only one who felt that when his calligraphy was perfect, he went downstairs to see the monument, but after reading it, he was in a state of depressed spirit and died not long after.

This adds a sense of mystery to the Xuanwu Water Town Monument passed down from generation to generation by the Zhong family.

As the stone tablet gradually surfaced, Zhong Yue came to his senses and said, "Uncle Wang, Mr. Huang, I want to go down first and take a look. When it is safe, you will go down."

"Okay, Xiaoyue, remember, don't touch the stone tablet hard. It's been so long. Although the possibility of wind erosion at the bottom of the water is relatively small, it's better to be careful. If the monument is broken, it will be a big loss."

With his grandfather’s relationship with his grandfather, Huang Mingchuan became closer to Zhong Yue. He thought that this child was good and smiled. He thought in his heart that it was really valuable. If he wanted to move this monument, he could also take advantage of some favors.

When the water was about to be pumped, Huang Mingchuan immediately stopped and said, "It's almost done. I'm worried that if the water is drained, it will collapse. It's enough to expose half of the monument."

Zhong Yue, who was standing beside him, had a thick hemp rope tied around his waist. The security director in the village led a few big and thick men to pull the rope and tried the strength.

"Ayue, go down the well. There should be no big problem with us carrying ropes."

Zhong Yue tied his waist tightly, nodded nervously, and stepped into the well with one foot.

The villager A San and Mao Gou stood by the well happily and said with a smile: "A Yue, stick to the well, stand firm."

The weight on his body was tied to the hemp rope around his waist. Zhong Yue felt his whole stomach was panicked until he slowly lowered his feet and he felt relieved by relying on the buoyancy of the well water.

Wang Dashan came from the wellhead with an echoed shout.

"A Yue, is it deep enough?"

Zhong Yue looked down at the mossy-stained stone tablet and said, "Get down a little more."

"What about now?"

"Get down a little more."

When Zhong Yue's crunching nest was already stuck to the water, he finally felt something on his feet. He looked at the stone tablet with the search light and safety helmet that had been a miner before.

However, when his hand touched the stone tablet, his feet suddenly stepped on the air, and the stone tablet that surfaced suddenly broke in the waist and smashed it on his head!

...

The way of brushwork is: Cui Ai and daughter Cai Wenji, Wenji, Wenji, Zhong Yao, Zhong Yao, Mrs. Wei, Wang Xizhi, Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi, Xi Chao, Xie Zhuo, Wang Xianzhi, Wang Xianzhi, Wang Xin, Wang Sengqian, Yang Xin, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Wang Sengqian, Ji Yong, Yu Shinan, Shinan, and was taught to Ouyang Xun and Chu Suiliang.

It was then extinct.

Now I met the descendants of Zhong Yao and passed it on.

I hope it can be passed down forever!

...

Seeing such a thrilling scene in Inoue scared Wang Dashan's face turned pale!

"A Yue!"

"Zhong Yue!"
Chapter completed!