Zheng's good deeds.∈◆,

One of the seven sons of Chang'an.

The Zheng family in Xingyang is also a very ancient family, which can be traced back to the Zheng State enfeoffed by King Xuan of Zhou. After its royal family was destroyed, it still took Zheng as its surname, and the former place Xingyang was the county.

In comparison, the Qin family in Yangzhou is really not as good as the market.

Wang Xuandao asked Han Yi if he wanted to go and see it. Han Yi had the intention. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he wanted to take a look everywhere, so he agreed readily.

The two of them left Chang'an City from the north gate, and there was no need to ask, just follow these beggars.

After a meal, Han Yi and Wang Xuandao followed several beggars to the foot of a mountain. They saw that there were crowds of people and densely packed. There were about a hundred beggars alone. At the foot of the mountain, there were a row of long tables, and more than twenty servants stood behind the table, with some food and clothing placed on the long table. You should know that the cloth is money now, which can be said to be directly paying money, but these clothes are not adults, and they are all children's clothes.

Han Yi was a little surprised and said, "This situation is not small."

Wang Xuandao smiled and said, "Brother Zheng has loved to do good since he was a child and does good deeds several times a year."

Han Yi said: "But this is just a drop in the bucket."

Wang Xuandao glanced at Han Yi in a little surprised and said, "What do you say about Brother Han?"

Han Yi smiled and shook his head, without saying a word, swept away, and said, "I wonder if Mr. Zheng is in it?"

Wang Xuan said, "He will do good deeds by himself." As he spoke, his eyes swept through the crowd and suddenly said, "Look, the one wearing green clothes and a squid head is Brother Zheng."

"Yeah?"

Han Yi took a look and suddenly his eyes were fixed on a young man in his twenties. He looked a little longer than Wang Xuandao, his eyes were bright and his eyes were bright, his eyebrows were divided into eight characters, and his whiskers were slightly bearded under his chin. He was considered a handsome talent.

But his clothes were extremely simple, just like those servants. Han Yi couldn't help but look at Wang Xuan again and wondered: "Young Master. Do you all like to dress so simply?"

Wang Xuandao was stunned, then smiled bitterly, "Of course not. I don't like too complicated things, so I choose light and simple things and follow them. Brother Zheng and his family are thrifty. Brother Zheng rarely goes to restaurants. When you go to his house, you will always be simple. Whether it is his father's guest or his guest, over time, everyone will get used to it."

This is a big demeanor, and it should be like this for a real big family. Han Yi nodded in approvingly.

Suddenly, Wang Xuan said, "He is here too!"

Han Yi was stunned when he heard this, looked at Wang Xuandao, and then looked along his gaze. He saw a small group of people standing twenty steps to the left of the crowd, each of whom was not old, the same size as Han Yi, and there was also a long table in front of them. No, it should have been made of two long tables, with a piece of white cloth on it, and a young man about 18 years old was drawing something on it with a brush in his hand.

"Do you know that person?"

Han Yi said curiously.

Wang Xuan said: "Wang Yuntu."

Also named Wang? Han Yi said: "Your brother?"

Wang Xuandao hesitated a little and said, "It can be said that we are the same ancestors. But I am the Wang family in Taiyuan, and he is the Wang family in Langya."

"Langya Wang Family?"

Han Yi was stunned.

Wang Xuandao smiled and said, "Have you heard of Wang Xizhi?"

Wang Xizhi? Han Yi said: "Of course I have heard of this. It is said that Emperor Taizong likes Wang Xizhi's calligraphy very much."

Wang Xizhi, a master of calligraphy. The article "Preface to Lanting" attracted countless emperors to bow their backs.

Those who have never learned history are very clear.

Wang Xuan said, "This person is a descendant of Wang Xizhi."

"A descendant of Wang Xizhi?"

Han Yi was shocked. Chang'an is really hidden. Even if you can't meet historical celebrities, you can still meet the descendants of historical celebrities. He asked again: "I wonder if your ancestors have those famous heroes, your ancestors."

Wang Xuandao said: "The first emperor of the new dynasty is his ancestor."

"New Dynasty?"

There is such a dynasty in Chinese history? Han Yi had to think about it and suddenly said in surprise: "You are talking about Wang Mang, are you?"

Wang Xuandao nodded.

Han Yi asked again: "Well, who is your common ancestor?"

Wang Xuan said: "General Wang Jian, the general of the Qin Dynasty, is my common ancestor."

"Wang Jian?"

Han Yi's face was sweating. You are catching up with relatives, why not say that the king's surname is your ancestors? They are either emperors or generals. How can you do this if you want me, the son of a farmer?

The future is bleak, the future is bleak!

But if not, how could they be embarrassed to be a noble? Compared with the Guanzhong people, these Shandong gentry have hundreds of years of history. If only one person in the family shines and even becomes an emperor, they cannot be called a noble, and they will soon die. Several prime ministers or generals must be born, so that you can say that you are a noble, and such a family can stand firm.

Wang Xuandao didn't say much. These were actually some things that everyone knows about, so he walked over to Wang Yuntu.

Han Yi followed closely and came to the long table. Except for Wang Yuntu, the rest of the people found Wang Xuandao and were about to salute. Wang Xuandao raised his hand and signaled not to disturb Wang Yuntu's paintings. He saw that Wang Yuntu was sweating heavily and his subordinates kept paintings. The real masters were all done in one go and there would be no stops. This is a kind of control of the state. You must never rest. Once you rest, the state may be gone.

The two looked down and saw that the scene in front of them was drawn on the canvas.

Han Yi can't draw, but he knows painting very well. After all, many of his previous business were related to painting, and he could also imitate fakes. He saw that this young man was not very old, but his pen and ink were sophisticated and upright, with a bold and masculine beauty.

It is already amazing to be able to do this at a young age.

Anyway, Han Yi never saw that he could use such painting skills in his later generations at such age. He couldn't help but secretly admire him, and he is worthy of being a descendant of Wang Xizhi.

Judging from the young man's paintings, Han Yi believes that they are not catching up with relatives.

The two of them looked at it for a while and left. After all, they were painting, so it was not good for you to stand by.

Walking aside, Wang Xuandao suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Han seems to be a person who knows painting too?"

Han Yi said aloud and said embarrassedly: "I know some fur, but I dare not compare myself with the prince."

Wang Xuandao shook his head and said, "I don't think so. I just saw you frowned slightly. It seemed that I was dissatisfied, but I couldn't see anything wrong with it."

Han Yi said angrily: "I wonder if Mr. Wang was looking at the painting just now or was looking at me!"

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "Aren't we also painters?" He paused. He said, "But I really want to hear Brother Han's opinion."

“There is no point in the opinion.”

Han Yi said: "Actually, Mr. Wang's painting skills are beyond his age, but some things cannot be surpassed."

Wang Xuandao said curiously: "What?"

"experience."

Han Yi said: "I personally think that if you want to become a painter, you must have rich experience. The beauty of this painting lies in the fact that it is a vulgarity and a deception of the world. In other words, any subject must be carefully observed and deeply understood to be able to vividly immerse yourself in the cloth. Otherwise, you can only express it and not be able to have the charm. In fact, with Wang Xiaogong's painting skills, if you draw landscape paintings, it must be very good, but painters, especially those who paint."

He said that he pointed at the beggars and shook his head and said, "That would be very forced, because he could not understand the psychology and expressions of these people at all. Just say that the old man, his knees were facing outward and his waist was hunched over. There is a reason why he became like this. If he just painted him, it would not be difficult. The difficulty lies in the viewer who appreciated the painting. When he saw the person in the painting, he could feel his experience and the sad temperament he exuded, and even reflected the background of the current people's lives from this person's expression. I think such a painting can be called a good painting, and this is also the most interesting thing about enjoying paintings.

Of course, I am not saying that Mr. Wang is going to be a beggar. He has to observe how these people live in normal times. He understands their unique emotions so that he can be confident when painting. The people in his writing can be between similar but not similar. However, this requires time, rich experience and self-consciousness to draw the person in his eyes. Why is it said that drawing a tiger and skin is difficult to draw bones? This is the truth."

After saying that, he glanced at Wang Xuandao, saw Wang Xuandao frowning slightly, and remained silent.

This is what you want me to say, but you are unhappy after you say it. Han Yi said embarrassedly: "Young Master, you are just showing off your skills. It's okay to listen, don't mind it."

Wang Xuandao was stunned and shook his head and said, "No, I think what you said is very reasonable. A good sentence is wonderful between similar and different. Too similar to vulgarity, not like to deceive the world. What he said is really incisive, wonderful, wonderful, haha, Brother Han, you are really a real person who doesn't show his appearance."

Han Yi said: "Young Master Wang, don't praise me. My biggest advantage is that I have unique self-knowledge and will be polite, otherwise I will not be a servant."

Just then, I suddenly heard a hearty laugh: "Haha, Xuan Dao, I didn't expect you to know how to go out, and I thought you had fallen into the Bagua Formation."

Wang Xuandao and Han Yi turned around and saw that the person coming was Zheng Shanxing.

Wang Xuandao smiled awkwardly and said, "I haven't seen you for many days, Brother Zheng is still so funny."

Their personalities have similarities and extremely opposites. Wang Xuandao is a person who doesn't like to go out. He usually reads books in the house and divination. He comes from an otaku. Zheng Shanxing is just the opposite. What he annoyed most is staying at home. He even likes to build a hammock there and lie in the arms of nature to read books.

Zheng Shanxing said: "I just say that you don't always stay at home to divine. What can you do if you know more? Go out more and go fishing with me on the riverside if you have nothing to do, or follow me to do good deeds. Changing a person's destiny is more interesting than calculating a person's destiny."

Wang Xuandao nodded repeatedly and said, "Xuandao should remember Brother Zheng's teachings in his heart."

"Okay, don't I know you yet? I've been so perfunctory since I was a child."

Zheng Shanxing shook his head and suddenly looked at Han Yi and said, "I wonder if this person is?"

In fact, Han Yi has been paying attention to it for a long time, because Wang Xuandao often brings people by his side. After all, he rarely goes out, so Han Yi will inevitably not attract attention when standing by his side.

Wang Xuandao hurriedly said, "This is my new friend."

"oh."

Zheng Shanxing was a little surprised. It was a big surprise for the otaku to make friends. He bowed to Han Yi and said, "I'm Zheng Shanxing."

Han Yi hurriedly replied, "I'm going to Han Yi."

"Han Yi?"

Zheng Shanxing was slightly stunned and said, "People from the Han family?"

Wang Xuandao shook his head and said, "No, Brother Han is a disciple of Guanguo Mansion."

Jung Shanxing was stunned again and hurriedly said to Han Yi: "Sorry, sorry."
Chapter completed!