Chapter 73: The original male lead (1)
A Blessed Daughter
Chapter 073: The original male lead (1)
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"Mother, wait a moment, I'll go and find out." Wei Yichen replied, and immediately got off his horse and walked into the crowd.
After waiting for a while, Wei Yichen returned with an excited expression.
“Mother, it's a newly opened store that is holding a competition.”
“What store, what competition?” Yun Shi's curiosity grew even stronger when she saw his son's enthusiasm.
It was rare to see her son so excited about something.
“It's Sibaozhai. They just opened a branch in Xingshan County and hold a calligraphy and writing competition. The winner can get the treasured calligraphy of a Tibetan Buddhist monk.”
“Sibaozhai? The paper your father brought back last time seems to have come from Sibaozhai.”
“Yes, it’s precisely the same Sibaozhai! "Wei Yichen said excitedly.
"And the Tibetan Buddhist monk, is he the prominent gentleman from Huzhou Prefecture? I heard your father mention him last time, and his writing is very good. He once served as an academician of the Imperial Academy.
After he retired, he lived in seclusion in Huzhou Prefecture, planted bamboo forests in front of his house, and regarded himself as a Tibetan Buddhist monk*."
That was why Wei Yichen is so excited right now.
Whether it was the paper from Sibaozhai or the treasured calligraphy from the Tibetan Buddhist monk, Wei Yichen was very interested in both of them.
Seeing her son's intention, Yun Shi said: "Then what are you still waiting for? In terms of calligraphy and writing, my son is one of the best in Xingshan County."
Hearing this, Wei Yichen looked at his father at the side.
Wei Mingting agreed: "Go, as a father, I also want to see my son's literary talent."
"Then this son will go."
Wei Yichen walked into the crowd excitedly.
Wei Mingting then said to the people in the carriage: "Everyone can get out of the carriage and take a walk."
After Wei Mingting had spoken, Yun Shi no longer held the three children back, asked Wei Qingwan and Wei Ruo to put on the veiled hats, and told their servants to follow them closely.
As for Wei Yilin, she personally watched over him, in case that boy went wild somewhere.
After getting out of the carriage, Wei Ruo and Xiumei squeezed into the crowd to watch the competition for the treasured calligraphy of the Tibetan Buddhist monk.
Both of them felt excited as well. Although they were not as good as Wei Yichen, they were obviously interested in this, especially Wei Ruo.
The content of the competition was very simple. The participants would create a short writing on the spot based on the given topic and write it on paper.
The final judgment was based on the content of the writing and the quality of the calligraphy.
The shopkeeper of Sibaozhai, who was holding this competition, was a middle-aged man with a beard and a chubby figure. He gave away a simple and honest smile.
He warmly greeted every scholar who was attracted, explained the rules of the competition to them, and invited them to participate.
The writing brushes, ink sticks, paper and inkstones used in the competition were all provided by Sibaozhai.
After Wei Yichen squeezed into the crowd, the shopkeeper explained the rules to him with a smile.
"Young master, you only need to write some thoughts according to the topic. We don't judge the content of the writing, only the calligraphy."
“Okay, I'll give it a try. Could the shopkeeper please give me a brush and paper?”
The shopkeeper hurriedly asked the shop assistant to prepare new paper and writing brush for Wei Yichen.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wei Yichen picked up his brush and wrote about a hundred words eloquently.
The vigorous and powerful writing style, with solid and elegant handwriting, immediately aroused a round of applause from the crowd.
After he finished writing, the shopkeeper did not make any comments, but only asked the shop assistant to carefully hang Wei Yichen's work.
At this time, there were already many pieces of work hanging on the shelf next to it, all written by the participants of today's competition. All of them were hung side by side so that people passing by could appreciate and judge them.
After waiting for a while, Wei Yichen returned with an excited expression.
“Mother, it's a newly opened store that is holding a competition.”
“What store, what competition?” Yun Shi's curiosity grew even stronger when she saw his son's enthusiasm.
It was rare to see her son so excited about something.
“It's Sibaozhai. They just opened a branch in Xingshan County and hold a calligraphy and writing competition. The winner can get the treasured calligraphy of a Tibetan Buddhist monk.”
“Sibaozhai? The paper your father brought back last time seems to have come from Sibaozhai.”
“Yes, it’s precisely the same Sibaozhai! "Wei Yichen said excitedly.
"And the Tibetan Buddhist monk, is he the prominent gentleman from Huzhou Prefecture? I heard your father mention him last time, and his writing is very good. He once served as an academician of the Imperial Academy.
After he retired, he lived in seclusion in Huzhou Prefecture, planted bamboo forests in front of his house, and regarded himself as a Tibetan Buddhist monk*."
"He's exactly this person!"*Tibetan Buddhist monk here is just a title. It means monks that lead a simple and fairly peaceful life. By all means, they are dedicated to prayer and serving others and they will feel content and pleasure. They would never pursue the material comforts.
That was why Wei Yichen is so excited right now.
Whether it was the paper from Sibaozhai or the treasured calligraphy from the Tibetan Buddhist monk, Wei Yichen was very interested in both of them.
Seeing her son's intention, Yun Shi said: "Then what are you still waiting for? In terms of calligraphy and writing, my son is one of the best in Xingshan County."
Hearing this, Wei Yichen looked at his father at the side.
Wei Mingting agreed: "Go, as a father, I also want to see my son's literary talent."
"Then this son will go."
Wei Yichen walked into the crowd excitedly.
Wei Mingting then said to the people in the carriage: "Everyone can get out of the carriage and take a walk."
After Wei Mingting had spoken, Yun Shi no longer held the three children back, asked Wei Qingwan and Wei Ruo to put on the veiled hats, and told their servants to follow them closely.
As for Wei Yilin, she personally watched over him, in case that boy went wild somewhere.
After getting out of the carriage, Wei Ruo and Xiumei squeezed into the crowd to watch the competition for the treasured calligraphy of the Tibetan Buddhist monk.
Both of them felt excited as well. Although they were not as good as Wei Yichen, they were obviously interested in this, especially Wei Ruo.
The content of the competition was very simple. The participants would create a short writing on the spot based on the given topic and write it on paper.
The final judgment was based on the content of the writing and the quality of the calligraphy.
The shopkeeper of Sibaozhai, who was holding this competition, was a middle-aged man with a beard and a chubby figure. He gave away a simple and honest smile.
He warmly greeted every scholar who was attracted, explained the rules of the competition to them, and invited them to participate.
The writing brushes, ink sticks, paper and inkstones used in the competition were all provided by Sibaozhai.
After Wei Yichen squeezed into the crowd, the shopkeeper explained the rules to him with a smile.
"Young master, you only need to write some thoughts according to the topic. We don't judge the content of the writing, only the calligraphy."
“Okay, I'll give it a try. Could the shopkeeper please give me a brush and paper?”
The shopkeeper hurriedly asked the shop assistant to prepare new paper and writing brush for Wei Yichen.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wei Yichen picked up his brush and wrote about a hundred words eloquently.
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The vigorous and powerful writing style, with solid and elegant handwriting, immediately aroused a round of applause from the crowd.
After he finished writing, the shopkeeper did not make any comments, but only asked the shop assistant to carefully hang Wei Yichen's work.
At this time, there were already many pieces of work hanging on the shelf next to it, all written by the participants of today's competition. All of them were hung side by side so that people passing by could appreciate and judge them.
Comments (1)
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nopenopenope10/28/2023
Any chance you could check the ‘Tibetan buddhist monk’ term? The character for Tibet also means hidden and the raws look like it’s really the dweller hidden in the forest, I’d say forest hermit, but it’s a title rather than a description. Not someone from Tibet or a monk. Overall, excellent translation, thank you very much.