A shrewd wife learns 70 skills

  These things were brought by Yang Lan to Master Ming Hui. She originally wanted to bring some valuable gifts to the master, but really didn't know what a monk would need. After thinking about it, she decided to start with filial piety and had someone prepare some vegetarian dishes and seasonal fruits to send over together, as a token of her thoughts as a disciple.

  Yang Lan rode a horse-drawn carriage to Puzi Temple, bringing her three works to meet Master Minghui. These three works were the ones she thought were more controversial: one was a calligraphy copy she did last year, one was a seascape painting done in Guangdong, and another was a court lady painting she copied.

  She had just reached the door of her room when she heard Ming Hui's voice coming from inside, "Is that Jing An? Come on in!"

  Yang Lan herself took her work and turned back to Lin Niangniang and Biyun, saying: "You go to the garden to rest your feet!"

  "Yes."

  "Master, how have you been lately? I brought my work for you to take a look." Yang Lan sat on the cushion with great enthusiasm, pushed his paintings over and familiarly poured himself a cup of tea from the tea tray and drank it all in one gulp.

  Ming Hui just glanced at her, finding that this child was really not constrained at all, nor afraid of his own dignity and stiffness. There were a few more gentle colors in his eyes, and he picked up the work she brought with him to look through it carefully, nodding from time to time, occasionally shaking his head, with some critical meaning in his eyes.

  "What do you think, Master?"

  Master Ming Hui slowly picked up his teacup and took a sip before saying calmly, "Not bad!"

  Yang Lan pouted, but didn't say anything. Instead, Xing Zi asked enthusiastically: "What is Master going to teach me today?"

  She took down a slanting bag from her body, inside which there was a set of pen, ink and inkstone, and she had specially prepared a painting board made of wood, with several sizes, small ones can be used for recording notes in daily life, because there is no hard paper here, so she uses the wooden board to write conveniently. The larger one can be used as a temporary record for painting.

  Yang Lan took out the things one by one, staring at Master Ming Hui with wide eyes, waiting for her guidance.

  This makes Master Ming Hui's heart feel a few more points of fondness, looks like she is a serious and diligent child, it seems that the time spent on her training has not been in vain.

  Master Ming Hui brought out a painting he had prepared long ago, "This is my own work from years ago when I traveled through mountains and waters. This calligraphy is something I wrote myself. You take it to practice, when you can fake it well enough, then you'll be close to learning the real thing."

  Yang Lan held the painting and was stunned for half a day. Looking at Master Ming Hui's slow and leisurely tea-tasting appearance, she thought: Is that it? Shouldn't they be discussing some theoretical knowledge or evaluating the calligraphy and painting?

  Ming Hui obviously saw something from her stunned face and scolded without hesitation, "What? Do you have any opinion on this?"

  "No, no need, I'll just go back and practice!"

  Yang Lan carried something out of Master Ming Hui's Zen room and had Xiao Shami lead the way to the side house, which was very close to Master Ming Hui's quarters. From now on, she could come here often.

  Although she didn't quite understand the master's intention, she would still carefully copy it. Moreover, she felt that the master's painting had a certain atmosphere, and perhaps the master wanted her to find her own style through copying.

  It has to be said that she guessed half of it, Ming Hui had been studying hard in the field of calligraphy and painting for many years, extremely talented, and when she was favored, she invited famous calligraphers and painters who were renowned all over the world as her teachers. She studied for many years, and the older generation in Beijing knew that her words and paintings were sought after by many people.

  Nowadays, she often goes on pilgrimages to mountains and waters when worshiping Buddha, with a broad and peaceful mind, having more transparency and grandeur than before. Nowadays, it's extremely difficult to ask her to write a single character.

  Nangdemin Hui's one sentence has a bit of style, which means Yang Lan is quite good, but apparently she doesn't know herself and instead thinks that Master Minghui might look down on her qualifications and reluctantly accept her as a disciple. It seems that she should work harder, otherwise, who knows when Master Minghui will get tired of her and drive her away.

  Ming Hui didn't teach theoretical knowledge because she thought Yang Lan's theory was already learned well, the most important thing in calligraphy and painting is to find one's own style and characteristics, now that she has a preliminary framework, what needs to be done is to practice diligently and copy from others, finding her own flavor.

  Yang Lan didn't quite understand Ming Hui's painstaking efforts, but she was good at listening and willing to put in hard work. She wasn't anxious to copy paintings hastily, instead, she started learning with her master's calligraphy model book.

  She's not someone who hasn't seen famous calligraphy before, but she thinks Master Minghui's characters are especially good, excelling in being harmonious and transparent, broad-minded and magnanimous, making people feel calm and comfortable when viewing them, the characters also have a unique artistic conception.

  But her words didn't have that feeling, and only by comparing them did she realize that her own words really had no substance. She hadn't noticed it before, but now she finally understood that words could also convey a lot of meaning.

  The more Yang Lan looked at it, the more she loved it. She took out a piece of paper and began to copy it herself, not allowing anyone to disturb her. Quietly and carefully, she started to write, but at first, she couldn't calm down. However, as she slowly wrote on, smelling the faint scent of sandalwood from the tip of her nose, her heart gradually calmed down.

  Unconsciously, the sky had darkened, and it wasn't until Biyun and Lin Yiniang came knocking on the door that she suddenly woke up, realizing it was already afternoon. She had been copying for a whole day, and her stomach was getting a bit hungry.

  "Master, you must be starving! I saw that you had closed the door and didn't let anyone disturb you, so I didn't dare knock. Those waiting outside were getting anxious. Please have some vegetarian dishes first, they were sent by the novice monk from Puzi Temple." Biyun quickly cleaned up and arranged the food.

  Yang Lan washed her hands, with a look of excitement all over her face. "Missing one meal is nothing! I feel especially good today, Mother, take a look at my writing, has it improved?"

  Lin's nanny also studied for many years in the art of calligraphy, although she was a servant, but she could still tell that it was good. She walked over, picked up the paper and looked at it for half a day, couldn't help but nod her head, "Not bad! Today's characters look very calm and peaceful, with a soothing flavor to them, this Buddhist scripture is really well written!"

  Yang Lan also smiled, "Unfortunately, I didn't find the atmosphere I wanted, but I also touched some doors, today is really exciting, after all, it's a master's work, the level is not ordinary!" She was peeling rice while nodding excitedly.

  "Indeed! Look at Master's Buddhist scripture, it's written with such peace and tranquility, exuding a sense of Buddha's intention, making one's heart calm down upon reading it. This is the result of years of hard work!" Lin Yiniang couldn't help but praise.

  After finishing dinner, Yang Lan took her own calligraphy work to show Master Ming Hui. Unexpectedly, the master nodded after looking at it, "Good job, take it back and write more! The calligraphy can be used to copy Buddhist scriptures, which can calm your mind. As for painting, you can slowly imitate it. If you imitate well, I will give it to you!"

  Yang Lan's eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice, "Thank you, Master. The disciple will work hard."

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  Book Title: Rich and Noble Farmer

  Book Number: 3143718

  Synopsis: Ugly girl travels through time, five husbands gather treasures