I Had a Home In 1982

   Chapter 94 93. The Origin of Yin Yang Zhen (4K Medium Cup)

   When Wang Yi arrived, the old carpenter and his younger son Wang Modou were having dinner together.

  I eat cornmeal and sorghum flour pancakes with salted hairtail.

Hairtail, especially Wengzhou hairtail, is definitely the best seafood in China. When it is fresh, it is delicious when fried and steamed. There is even a local delicacy called hairtail rice: steamed hairtail and rice together, not only is not fishy, ​​but has a delicious taste and is very popular. .

   But salty hairtail will not work!

  This thing has no oil and water but only salt, which Wang Yi couldn't accept.

  Wang Yi knocked on the door and came in with a smile: "Old Uncle Gao, where are you eating?"

  The old carpenter's house is quite big, and there are various pieces of wood and semi-finished tables and chairs scattered in it. There are old hens pecking in the sawdust. They are not afraid of living. When they saw Wang Yi coming, they glanced at the corns and continued to lower their heads to eat.

  Old Huang followed behind Wang Yi. He was very disciplined. He didn't follow him into the door, he just sat down at the door and yawned.

Wang Xianggao put down his chopsticks and greeted him with a smile on his face: "Mr. Wang is here? I said that magpies are calling in the morning, and it turns out that the nobles came to the door! But I have no brains, I haven't prepared a meal for you, have you eaten? Didn't you come over to join in? Live?"

   He turned around and took out a bottle, which was wrapped in a plastic bag with wine in it.

  Wang Yi hurriedly stopped him and said, "I did eat, you sit down, don't be busy and don't have to greet me, we are all family."

  Wang Modou smiled and said, "Yes, they are all one family."

  Wang Yi put down the bowl: "I know you guys have just eaten, so hurry up and deliver some. It's okay, I won't miss your meal."

  Wang Modou subconsciously swallowed his saliva when he saw the shiny sticky rice inside.

   There are dried bamboo shoots and dried radishes, no matter how dry they were before, they are all shiny and delicious!

  Wang Xianggao is not pretentious. In the village, people deliver meals to the door and never push it out.

   He said cheerfully: "Oh, Mr. Wang, steamed rice with lard, no wonder the party secretary wants to criticize you for eating too much. You use a lot of lard. The oil in this bowl of rice is enough to cook for three days!"

  Wang Modou gave his father a bowl and another for himself, and left half of it in the bowl for Wang Yi.

  Wang Yi waved his hand: "I did eat it, you two ate it, this time I came here to ask about the gavel you gave me, Uncle Gao, what happened to the gavel?"

Wang Xianggao said: "Just because of this, you brought me a bowl of good food? Hey, why are you so polite! You ask someone to tell me and I will go to the school to tell you about it, and it will cost you a trip. leg!"

He continued: "That piece of wood is a good thing, it's actually two pieces, one is red sandalwood and the other is sea chenwood. I went to Shanghai to work in the city more than ten years ago. You know the situation at that time. A troupe is about to be disbanded, the troupe leader and several famous actors have already left, and some helpers, apprentices, etc. are left to split up."

"That scene was messy. In order to avoid trouble, the troupe threw away some things and burned them. Wouldn't they need wood to ignite? So this piece of wood will also be burned - it should be the gavel used by the troupe to sing. "

   "I know the goods. When I saw it was a good piece of wood, I thought it was the whole rosewood. I quickly found a reason to keep it secretly and bring it back to us."

   "When I came back, I took a closer look. It turned out that it was two pieces of wood with a tenon-and-mortise structure, a piece of red sandalwood and a piece of sea-sink wood. It's just that the tenon-and-mortise is good and it has been coated with pulp over time. If you don't look closely, you think they are a whole."

  Wang Yi nodded, Hai Shen wood is also a kind of gloomy wood.

In some places, it is also called water-soaked wood, ancient sinking wood, and ebony. It is known as the essence of the tree and the soul of the wood. It is made of wood that has been buried in the bottom of the seabed lake through natural disasters. There is a saying that "even if there is a box full of gold, it is not as good as ebony".

Wang Xianggao continued: "I secretly inquired about it later. This gavel is not just a prop for the troupe to sing in a play, it is indeed a good thing they received from a yamen. It was when the yamen was defeated by the revolutionary army in the Republic of China. The things from the yamen have been left to the people.”

   "Then I looked pretty good, quite heavy, so I thought of saving it as a paperweight for my children to write in large letters, but these children in my family didn't have any prospects, and they have been useless!"

Wang Modou devoured his job while holding his rice bowl, chewing on dried bamboo shoots and radishes: "What's the use? If you want me to say that this is a scourge, Dad, the words written on the sea wood are burial, bad luck, I should say it if you want me to. Burn it out..."

  Wang Yi looked at him in surprise.

  Ning is a prodigal?

   He was also surprised by another thing: "Do you still recognize the words on the wood of the sea as a funeral?"

  Wang Xiang smiled and said: "I know, our senior carpenters were going to be apprentices at that time, and then learn the "Lu Ban Jing", haha, haven't you heard of this?"

  Wang Yi said: "I heard that it is said that it is a strange book created by the carpenter's ancestor Lu Ban, which records the art of hating victory?"

   Now it was Wang Xianggao's turn to be surprised: "College students are highly educated. Now they say that this is a feudal superstition. I think young people don't know our "Lu Ban Jing"."

  Wang Yi smirked.

   It’s not that college students are highly knowledgeable, but that there are too many online novels in later generations. As long as the carpenter is mentioned in the spiritual text, the “Luban Book” or “Luban Classic” will definitely be mentioned.

   Wang Xianggao said: "The Luban Classic is divided into yin and yang. The yang meridian writes woodworking work, and the yin meridian writes the art of loathing victory. I still remember the beginning of the yin meridian."

   He went on to read: "Knock the most spiritual **** of the earth, reach the sky and the earth, enter and exit the secluded power, and play with me, do not stay, the land of Moma will go to greet you..."

   "Father, Teacher Ren Wang asked Yuwen, what are you doing with these feudal superstitions." Wang Modou put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, his hands suddenly glistening.

  Wang Xianggao has a good temper. He smiled and said: "Yes, people like to nag when they are old. The yin scriptures of the "Luban Jing" are written in the corpse, so I recognize it."

  Wang Yi asked: "Then what are the characters written on the sea wood?"

  Wang Xianggao said: "There are two characters that are Fuzhu. I saw them when I was studying the Luban Classic. I don't know the other two and have never seen them."

  Wang Yi nodded to show his understanding, and then he said, "Old Uncle Gao, you have to eat first. People are iron rice and steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be very hungry. This will not delay you."

   He already understood all the information he should know, so he got up and pushed out the wine barrel and toolbox around him:

"Old Uncle Gao, the gavel you gave me is a very good thing, I have nothing to repay you, I heard that you like to drink, this time I went to the city to give you some loose wine - not some famous brand wine. , after all, it is pure grain, is it smooth for you to drink..."

   "Grass, this barrel is full of wine?" Wang Modou subconsciously exclaimed.

  Wang Yi smiled and said, "Can't you smell it? The smell of wine has long been wafting out!"

   Wang Modou said with a smirk: "I heard it, but who would dare to believe that such a barrel is wine?"

  Wang Xianggao is also unbelievable.

  This barrel of wine is twelve bottles of Luzhou Laojiao. It is not an exaggeration to say that only if you have a mine at home in this day and age.

  Like the people on the outer islands, they are all blended wines with flavors and alcohol, and even their own sorghum wine and baogu wine are rare. After all, food is precious.

  The Luzhou Laojiao Six Years Kiln Touqu bought by Wang Yi is indeed not a good wine, but at least it is brewed from pure grain and fermented for many years. Only the rich and noble people can access it in the outer islands of this year.

  Wang Xianggao did not dare to accept such a generous gift anyway.

  Wang Yi waved his hand: "If you don't accept my things, then I have no face to accept yours, so I will send the gavel back?"

  Wang Xianggao said, "Send it back and let people know that I'll give you a piece of old wood that I picked up in exchange for such a large barrel of wine, and you shouldn't have people poking your spine?"

  Wang Yi did not expect the old man to be so rigid.

   But I don't want to give it back!

  He said helplessly: "Old Uncle Gao, you said the other day what kind of old official wood it is, not ordinary wood. It is indeed quite precious, and it is considered an antique."

   "Okay, please accept the wine and this set of tools, especially this set of tools. I asked the postman comrade to call my classmates in Shanghai to mail it."

"Fuck antiques are feudal things, and there are burial texts on them, so they are not good things." Wang Modou was very afraid of this, "I wanted to tell you about it when I went to deliver it to you that day, but you were talking about storytelling, I can't tell, I want to persuade you not to ask for it!"

   Wang Yi had some impressions about this, as if Wang Modou really wanted to talk but didn't.

Wang Modou also said: "My uncle came to my house two years ago and saw this wood. He also said that it was an antique and wanted to leave. I told him that it was unlucky to have a burial on it, and it took a lot of persuasion to persuade him to not want it. This wood!"

  Wang Yi was stunned when he heard this.

This……

   In the future, don’t contact relatives in the family anymore, just hide if you can.

Wang Xianggao didn't argue with his son, he smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, if the wood is really an antique, it would be good, and give it to someone who knows the goods. You don't know about me, the third kid, he thinks this wood is unlucky, and there is something wrong with the family. The good things will be pulled on this wood, and he will burn it for me when I am gone!"

   "I didn't marry a daughter-in-law because of this wood!" Wang Modou said unhappily.

  Wang Yi said: "I got it, it's just right, this wood belongs to me, let it go to harm me. You two continue to eat, this wine is just delivered, you two have a drink."

   "There is also this set of tools, if you stay, Uncle Gao, you will definitely use it."

   He waved his hand and quickly left.

   The two of them couldn't persuade them, so they chased to the door and finally came back.

   When I came back, I was really full when I saw this big barrel of wine.

   For Wang Xianggao, who is good at wine, the value of this thing is just like a warehouse of grain.

   He unscrewed the lid and smelled it, and the strong smell of wine came out.

  Wang Modou drank a lot with his father. He was half a connoisseur. After smelling the wine, he exclaimed, "Father, this wine is not bad, it's much stronger than yours!"

   "No?" Wang Xianggao sneered, "You don't know the goods, this is a serious wine! This is a serious grain wine!"

  Wang Modou said, "Where can Mr. Wang get such a big barrel of grain wine? And this barrel, what kind of barrel is this? It's as blue as sea water, so beautiful."

   The two were amazed around a barrel of wine, and then Wang Modou reacted: "Dad, see what Teacher Wang means, your gavel might be quite valuable?"

   Wang Xianggao said, "It's also valuable in other people's hands. In your hands, you always want to burn it. Did you not give the wood to Teacher Wang, and you will burn it when I'm gone?"

  Wang Modou giggled: "That's right, it's mainly because you're rare, then I'll let it go with you."

  He started pouring wine.

  Wang Xianggao slapped him: "Why do you drink such a good wine if you don't celebrate the New Year? Keep it. If you marry a daughter-in-law in the future, this wine will be your wedding wine!"

  Wang Modou snorted, "I don't know where my daughter-in-law is. Hey, there's a box here. What is the toolbox that Teacher Wang told you?"

The    toolbox has a buckle, he studied it before opening it.

   Then flat chisels, flat chisels, flat shovels, chisels, hand-carved knives…

   A set of brand-new and bright tools appeared in front of the two men.

  Wang Modou rubbed his eyes on the spot.

  I have never seen such neat and uniform woodworking tools!

   Don't talk about him, Wang Xianggao has worked as a carpenter for more than 40 years, and he has never seen him!

"This is a treasure," the old carpenter said subconsciously, "this is a set of guys that can be handed down to the family, and Lao Song showed me the set of guys passed down by his grandfather. His set is not comparable to other people's. Set, this is not an iron guy, it is steel!"

   He picked up the carving knife and tried it on his hand.

   A piece of calluses falls off lightly.

  Wang Modou picked up a claw hammer, he looked at the long handle of the hammer and said, "Dad, look, there is foreign writing on it - this is foreign writing, isn't it? It's not a burial, right? I haven't seen it before."

   "It's your mother's approval!" The old carpenter scolded, "Every day is written and written, don't be blind if you don't understand."

   He picked up the hammer and looked at it. After seeing the letters on it, he said, "You are really illiterate. If there is a literacy class in the future, you can go to me quickly. This is called Pinyin!"

   "m, a, d, e, in, ch, i, n, a—what the fuck?"

   Wang Modou was stunned: "What is this? Dad, it's not like a good word."

The old carpenter frowned slightly and said, "You don't understand, this seems to be a spell in our "Lu Ban Jing", and now the four olds are not allowed to do this trick, I guess the factory master will spell it in pinyin above."

  Wang Modou suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. Damn it? What does this mean?"

  The old carpenter ignored him.

  What do you have to say to an illiterate son?

   His attention was on this set of tools.

   A set of tools is dazzling, files, chisels and knives work together!

  The old carpenter cherished this set of tools and sighed: "Mr. Wang is too particular. How could I, a rural carpenter, use such a guy. In this life, the carpenter's life has not been in vain or in vain!"

   He turned his head to look at the house: "Is there anything else in our house that others can look at? Send it to Teacher Wang."

"That's probably gone, but Mr. Wang is rare in antiquities. I also heard from my uncle that the antiquities are not considered four old now, and there are still people in the city who collect them. Why don't we find Mr. Wang's antiquities." Wang Modou said .

   He pondered for a while and then asked: "By the way, Dad, didn't you say that the "Luban Classic" in your master's house is an antiquities? It was passed down from the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, right?"

  Wang Xianggao shook his head and said: "I guess I can't find it. These old objects have been burnt a few years ago. Even if they are left now, they can't be given to us. They are family heirlooms."

   "So, I'll pour you a pound of wine later, and you can bring it to your uncle. Isn't your uncle fiddling with these things? Go to him to see if there are any good things."

  Wang Modou said: "That's fine, Dad, this lard rice is quite greasy, I think you probably won't be able to talk about it, or I will eat it..."

   "You dare to move me another chopstick, and I will use this file to smash your nose down!" The old carpenter slapped the toolbox, and his anger suddenly surged.

   This kid just took advantage of himself to talk to Teacher Wang and kept eating with a rice bowl, but he was greedy.

   Oh, your kid has already eaten one, and now you want to eat it all by yourself?

no way!

   (end of this chapter)