C14 Wen Fang Four Treasures Pen Rack Mountain

Wang Qingtan came uninvited and accurately took the bowl of plain noodle soup from five different bowls of different flavors of "Nanxi plain noodles. "

After a series of snores and gurgling sounds, Wang Qingtan finished the plain noodle soup and drank all of it. He put down his chopsticks and touched his mouth. Then he said to Wang Nanyuan, "Didn't you want the ink, ink, and brush? Come with me!"

Wang Qingtan pulled Wang Nanyuan out of the kitchen and through the hall before taking another big step. He stepped out of the short courtyard wall. Seeing her father's vigorous movements, Wang Nanyuan paused behind him. He took a long step and jumped with his father. He took a step out of the courtyard wall. Xiao Xiaoyun clapped his hands behind him and said, "There's a door but you don't want to leave. Handsome!" He followed closely behind. The group behind him also followed.

The reason why Wang Qingtan was able to step out of the courtyard wall with a single step was because the walls of the Lian Rui Villagers' residence were not very high. Although it had been a thousand years since then, They were almost all descendants of the Southern Song survivors who had migrated from the south, but they almost no longer thought of their ancestors' high officials and generous remuneration. Thus, they no longer built their houses into high walls and courtyards. Instead, they were willing to open their hearts to the mountains, rivers, and the sun. Therefore, Wang Nanyuan returned to his hometown. In his eyes, the Nanxi River Ancient Residences were almost nothing like the tall horse-headed walls and deep courtyards in Huizhou or Shanghai. Although the people of the village with a buzz cut said that they had a wall, in fact, they had only used the huge Barbarian Rock Thunder from Nanxi River to form a symbolic circle of wall around the waist of an adult. The people of the South Stream Village had been open-minded and honest since ancient times. They worshipped the unity of heaven and earth. The ancestors chose the land to build the village. They paid great attention to merging with the natural landscape and environment, borrowing scenery and scenery, empathy and scenery. They cleverly made use of the natural terrain to build the village. The outline of the flatland village rose and fell, and the buildings of the mountainous village were of many levels. The combination of artificial beauty and natural beauty was one.

Outsiders walked into these ancient villages, and after a bit of understanding, They would be surprised to find that these ancient villages were almost all independent small societies. The houses, temples, pavilions, poolside pavilions and academies, as well as the Walls and Walls of the Walls of the Walls and Walls of the Walls of the Walls and Walls of the Walls of the Walls and Walls of the Walls of the Walls were all there. It could become a small society with a complete and closed cultural life, but the space that Tongtan opened up was much more humane than the castles in the Middle Ages in Europe.

Wang Qingtan walked quickly in front, and Wang Nanyuan followed closely behind.

After exiting "Hua Dali," Wang Nanyuan's feet stepped onto a straight ancient street. This was the main street of Lotus Rui Village, and the villagers called it Brush Street.

His father suddenly stopped in front of him and hurriedly pulled Wang Nanyuan to stand at the entrance of "Hua Dali" again. He said to Wang Nanyuan, "Starting from here to the other end of the village, Brush Street is 360 meters. "

Wang Nanyuan was confused. Beside him, Luye'er whispered to him, "360 meters, symbolizes 360 degrees of the Zhou Tian. What our ancestors meant was, 'The path of life is perfect'. "

As he followed his father on the pen street, Wang Qingtan suddenly stopped in front of a few large and long strips of stone by the roadside. He looked left and right before finally standing in front of a large strip of stone. He stared at it and said, "This large ink ingot hasn't been polished yet. It still needs several generations of people to grind it. "

Wang Nanyuan asked Weinier: "Why is one of these strips of stone slanted? It's not easy to sit on it. " Reed smiled. "This is not for you to sit on. This is the ink ingot from the four treasures of the Wen family. The ink ingot that has been grinded on the diagonal side is. "

Wang Nanyuan said in surprise: "Such a large ingot of ink is enough for many people to write. It can't be finished even after a few generations. " "So, our Lian Rui Village's thousand years of literary luck has not declined, and scholars can't be poor on behalf of others. This is the logic!"

As she spoke, Ashiya'er watched Wang Qingtan jump down and down on the inkstone like an old and mischievous child. She was careless and almost fell into the large pond by the side of the inkstone. At this moment, Wang Yisong came out of nowhere and pulled Wang Qingtan down from the rock. This pool was called Xichi. It was rectangular, and it was 80 meters long. It was 35 meters wide from north to south. It was long and squarish, shaped like an inkstone. Wang Nanyuan said, "I know, this is an inkstone. What about the paper?"

"Follow me!" Luye'er pulled Wang Nanyuan up to the tall stage to the south of Fang Chi. Looking at the stage, he saw that the houses in the northern residential area of Pen Street were neatly arranged. Outside the houses, there was a short Fangzheng wall, and outside the wall, there were streets and alleys. They were clearly differentiated, and their levels were clearly defined. They were like a large square piece of paper.

Wang Nanyuan suddenly realized what was happening. So my ancestors were great planners and architects. How could they use the "Four Treasures of Culture" to plan and build their own homes? [This is amazing!]

Going from the stage to the pen street, he pointed towards the distance along the reeds. The end of the pen street was directly facing the northern peak of one of the five peaks - the pen-shaped mountain peak on the top of the island. Wang Nanyuan's heart shook: This was the "Pen Platform Peak" that her step-father often talked about?!

Wang Qingtan turned around and saw a group of young people following behind him. He said excitedly, "Wow, there are so many people. He had never had a good time with Craftsmen Xiao Wu. Today, let's have a good time! Come, come, come, climb the mountain. There's Huang Jun on the brush holder mountain. Let's catch Huang Jun! "

" Father, we can't catch Huang Jun now. The country is protecting him! " Wang Yisong coaxed Wang Qingtan like he was coaxing a child. Wang Qingtan didn't listen and said, "We'll protect him even if we catch him. We'll protect him for the country!"

In just a few words, Wang Qingtan had already rushed out of Pen Street. He went straight to Lanshan's Pen stand Peak. Asparagus looked and pulled Xiao Xiaoyun up, saying, "Everyone, follow me!" Wang Yisong picked up a woodcutter from the woodshed in front of Pen Street. He followed. Bertel gave Juliet and Zhen Haochi a look and followed closely behind Craftsman Xin Wu. Together, they went straight to the peak of Lanshan.

Wang Qingtan was like a tunnel-like leopard. However, what surprised Wang Lansong and Lu-er was that Wang Qingtan walked on an ancient mountain path that even the two of them found strange.

The ancient paths of Nanxi River were complex and complex, but this one made all the craftsmen feel different. The rare herbs and famous trees on both sides of the ancient path made Barter and Juliet use their cameras to take pictures along the way. Zhen Haochi let out a sigh of surprise along the way. Suddenly, Wang Qingtan stopped in front of them and pressed his index finger against his lips. He turned around and told everyone not to make a sound. Following the direction pointed by his other hand, everyone saw a four-legged animal that looked like a deer but not a deer. It was the famous "Divine Beast" of Nanxi Mountain - Huang Jun.

Nanxi River called Huang Jun the "Four Images," not like a deer, not like a horse, not like a donkey, and not like a donkey. However, he combined the characteristics of the four animals. Huang Jun was the largest type of suede. They were animals that lived alone and had very little courage. They were very cautious. Huang Jun's range of activity was very fixed, when he was being chased and ran away, No matter how far he ran, he would eventually return to his original area of activity.

Lu-er felt very puzzled. Normally, Huang Jun would only appear at night, early in the morning, and at dusk when he was looking for food. Why did he appear at the side of the ancient path in broad daylight?

"Wow! There's also a small one!" Zhen Haochi was still unable to control himself and cried out. In the blink of an eye, his mother suddenly ran away. However, it did not run far. Instead, it stood not far away and looked back nervously. It turned out that its child, the little yellow monkey, had its tail wrapped by the wild boar magazine and was unable to escape.

"Heaven Bestowing Me, Yellow Succubus Meat!" Wang Qingtan was like a child who saw a big toy as he jumped up and down happily towards Little Yellow. However, Zhen Haochi blocked in front of him and said, "You can't eat it, it's protected!"

Wang Yusong and Xiao Yunzhi took a step forward and attacked together. They tried their best to remove the wild boar bullet from the pine tree root. The moment they pulled the wild boar bullet out from the grass, a ray of light flashed out from the soil. In an instant, Everyone's heads leaned towards the shiny piece of land. At the same time, the little yellow suede with the wild boar bullet in its tail quickly jumped up. It ran towards its mother, who was waiting for it not far away. The mother and son were like a gust of wind. They instantly disappeared into the pine forest. . .