Chapter 100 A strange place
Xiaojiu was stunned.
"Holy, holy decree!"
The village head knelt down and bowed his head to the ground, trembling all over.
Why are there so many imperial edicts on the table?
Who sent this imperial edict?
Is Heihe Village being targeted by someone again?
The village head was in tears and his heart was pounding.
Ye Yanping took a few steps forward, took a look and had the same reaction as the headman. He knelt down and kowtowed without saying a word.
It would have been fine if he just kowtowed, but he also pulled Little Tuanzi, "Xiao Jiuer, kneel down and kowtow!"
The little girl was completely confused by the two of them.
No, can Nimon see clearly?
This isn't an imperial decree, okay?
Here's the thing.
Today, seeing that the brothers were all writing on the sand, Xiaojiu went into the space to take a look and discovered the magic tool for modern children to practice calligraphy - water writing cloth.
This water writing cloth is in the shape of a scroll, with a checkered pattern on the front and brocade on the back.
You know what, when it's rolled up, it really does look like an imperial edict.
"No!"
Little Dumpling stood on tiptoe to get the water writing cloth, but his legs were too short to reach it, so he had to take out another one from the space.
After spreading it out, he pulled the village head and Ye Yanping up from the ground, "Nimon Kangkang!"
The two of them came closer to take a look and exclaimed in unison, "Why is there no words on this imperial edict?!"
“It’s just a grid!”
The little girl was so anxious that she kept waving her hands, "No! It's not tied at all!"
"Isn't it an imperial edict?" The village head bravely reached out and touched it.
"It's definitely not an imperial edict, it just looks like one." Ye Yanping took it in his hands and turned it over and over again. "I read in a book that imperial edicts are made of bright yellow silk, and this color is wrong. Also, imperial edicts must be stamped with the emperor's seal, which this one doesn't have."
"Yeah!" The little dumpling nodded his head in agreement.
The village head was puzzled, "But Xiao Jiuer, what is this thing that looks like an imperial edict used for?"
"Dededede!"
As the little dumpling spoke, he took out the brush from the scroll and made a writing gesture on the water writing cloth.
Ye Yanping had been educated, so he understood immediately, "I know, this is for writing calligraphy! It even has grids, so convenient!"
"Yes!" The little dumpling nodded continuously.
"Oh! This is a wonderful thing!" The village head held it in his hands and looked at it again and again. "But such fine cloth can only be used a few times to write on the children. It's such a waste!"
The little girl pointed at a particularly large roll and said, "Dah!"
The headman nodded and said, "Okay, let's do as Xiao Jiuer says! The big ones are for the teacher, and the small ones are for the children. I'll distribute them tomorrow."
The next day, little Tuanzi woke up early and found that his brothers had already left for school.
Oh my, I clearly planned to get up early last night, why did I get up late?
"Bad! Bad!"
Little Dumpling ran out in a hurry.
Seeing Ye Yanshun about to go out, she grabbed his hand and said, "Cao Cao, hold me!"
The drum for class sounded. Just as Master Zhao was about to start the class, the village head came up with a group of people carrying a water writing cloth.
Zhao Xingjian had seen imperial edicts before, so naturally he would not regard it as an imperial edict.
He took it in his hand and looked at it curiously, "Zhuang Lizheng, what is this?"
"This is for the children to write on!" the village head said cheerfully. "This big one is for you, Master!"
Zhao Xingjian was amazed at the exquisiteness of the object. After slowly unfolding it, his mouth opened wide: "Is this Xuan paper? It's actually Xuan paper?!"
In fact, it is not Xuan paper, but just an imitation of Xuan paper. Zhao Xingjian had never seen water-writing cloth, so he mistook it for Xuan paper at first glance.
"Lao Zhuang, do you know how expensive Xuan paper is? Did anyone dig up nugget gold in Heihe Village?"
The village head was completely confused, as he had no idea what Xuan paper was.
But that didn't stop him from pretending to be cool. He waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Since it's for the Master and the kids, what's the point of these?"
Zhao Xingjian sprained his waist due to the extravagant speech of the head of the village, and his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
What do you mean by "what the hell"?!
Brocade as the surface and rice paper as the lining, just to doodle on kids who have never held a brush?
This Heihe Village really opened his eyes!
The head of the village said loudly, "Children, the teacher said you study very hard. This is a reward for you. Do you want it?"
"I want it!" the dolls shouted so loudly that the earth shook.
"If you want it, sit down!"
The village head had the water writing cloths distributed. "Let's make a deal, each person gets one. If you lose or damage it, there's no one to blame. You'll just have to blame yourself, okay?"
"Got it!" the dolls answered in unison.
Soon, everyone was given a water writing cloth.
“So beautiful!”
"Don't get it dirty!"
The dolls spread it out lovingly on their laps and discovered the brush inside the scroll.
"Wow! There's a brush!"
The children's faces turned red with excitement.
However, someone soon noticed something was wrong, "Why is there no ink?"
"How can you write without ink?"
"Yes, Lao Zhuang, did you forget to buy ink?" Zhao Xingjian asked.
"This..." The village head was stunned. This question really stumped him.
These were all arranged by Xiaojiu, he knows nothing!
What should I do?
"I'm here!"
With a soft and cute cry, the little dumpling came running over.
Because he didn't have time to comb his hair, the little hair on his head swayed as he ran.
"Xiao Jiu'er is here!" The village head rushed over as if he had seen a savior, "Xiao Jiu'er, I think we forgot to prepare ink!"
"No, no!" The little dumpling kept waving his little hands.
The village head immediately calmed down and said, "Master Zhao, this doesn't require ink."
Zhao Xingjian couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Lao Zhuang, are you kidding me? Can you write a wordless heavenly book without ink?"
"Today's!"
The little dumpling's big eyes, like black grapes, flickered as he turned his head and called out, "Cao Cao!"
"I'm here." Ye Yanshun walked over with a small bowl of water in his hand.
Little Tuanzi picked up a brush, dipped it in water, and handed it to Ye Yanshun, "Roughly, write with mud!"
"Xiao Jiu'er? Write it with this?"
Ye Yanshun suspected that he had heard it wrong.
"Yes! Write roughly!" Little Dumpling pushed him in front of the water writing cloth.
"Okay, uncle will listen to Xiao Jiuer."
Ye Yanshun touched the little girl's head lovingly, picked up the brush dipped in water and began to write.
The moment the first stroke was made, something magical happened.
The originally colorless and transparent strokes suddenly turned into a rich ink color.
"How is that possible?!"
Zhao Xingjian thought he was dazzled and rubbed his eyes.
Ye Yanshun turned his head and saw the little girl grinning at him, revealing her white little teeth.
Ye Yanshun immediately understood that this was a new gadget made by Xiaojiu.
So, he bent down again and calmly wrote the three words "Ye Jiulin" on the paper.
The writing is iron-like and the ink-rich, like flowing clouds and running water, with clouds and smoke appearing wherever the pen is written.
Zhao Xingjian came over hurriedly. "What's your name? How did you write so well?"
As he spoke, he touched the writing with his hand.
There wasn't a single black mark on my hands.
"There's more!" Little Dumpling reminded everyone to keep watching.
After a while, the writing gradually faded and finally disappeared.
The canvas returned to its original state.
"So this is how you use this canvas," the village head said, looking at the stunned Master Zhao. "You don't need ink, you only use water. You can use it forever."
"You, how can you be so calm? I've never seen such a magical object!" Zhao Xingjian looked at the calm-looking village head and Ye Yanshun in amazement. "What kind of place is your Heihe Village? The people are weird, and the objects are weird too!"
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