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Chapter 12
Jiang Wanmu glanced at the most scribbled words, read them silently for a while, and before the middle-aged man was about to leave, she quickly pointed at those words and asked: "Sir, excuse me, I'd like to ask you what these characters mean?" The middle-aged man walked over, recited the characters to Jiang Wanmu. After listening, Jiang Wanmu secretly let out a sigh of relief, nodded slightly in her heart, smiled and said to the middle-aged man: "Thank you."
A middle-aged man passed by the open door for the first time, and he looked at Jiang Wanmu standing and writing. His expression was somewhat surprised. By the fifth time he passed by the door, Jiang Wanmu put down his pen, raised his head to look at him as he walked by, and called out: "Sir, I've finished writing." The middle-aged man's face was calm, but there was a clear look of disbelief in his eyes. After entering the room, he looked at the neat handwriting on the paper, and his head jerked up in surprise to look at Jiang Wanmu.
Jiang Wanru stood at the door, and strangely found that in the flower beds on both sides of the courtyard, there were tall and long plants like big grass, which looked different from the ordinary grass seen outside. They seemed to have thicker branches than those grasses. However, she immediately felt that she was overthinking, as the climate in Zhongnan and Beijing might be different, and perhaps others had planted flowers in their homes, but they just didn't bloom yet, so they looked like grass. She stood at the door and listened carefully to the faint sound of something being stirred coming from the depths of the courtyard.
Jiang Wanru slightly lowered her eyelids, listening to the middle-aged man's excited words: "Little girl, from last year to this year, Master has only seen three people who can write. The first two didn't pass Master's test, you are the third person. If you can pass, that recruitment notice outside won't need to be replaced again." Jiang Wanru heard the middle-aged man's words and her hands slightly clenched before relaxing immediately. It seemed this master had special requirements for writing.
The robust young man carefully sized up Jiang Wanru, and after a while, his eyebrows furrowed deeply. He nodded slightly towards her and said, "Little girl, come with me for a moment." Jiang Wanru looked at his furrowed eyebrows, knowing that others had not seen through her disguise, and was taken aback by his words. The middle-aged man saw the master's furrowed brows and also felt uneasy, but when he heard the master call the woman into the room, he immediately became happy. After the master turned around, he whispered to Jiang Wanru, "You'd better follow the master into the room and have a good talk, I'll go prepare some tea." The last sentence was spoken in a louder tone.
Jiang Wanmu heard this and straightened her posture, saying: "From the age of four or five until now, it should be fourteen years." The robust man nodded slightly after hearing this and continued to ask: "Are you a family heirloom, or did your family invite a famous teacher for you?" Jiang Wanmu fell silent upon hearing this, even if there was a famous teacher, it was just her past life's grandfather who had invited one. The robust man waited for her response, she lightly shook her head and said: "I just liked writing on my own, I practiced every day when I had nothing to do."
Jiang Wanru only felt that his gaze saw through many things, but he didn't mention it, so she wouldn't say much. The middle-aged man pointed to the table and said to Jiang Wanru: "I am a doctor, I see that your complexion is not right, put your hands up, I will help you take your pulse." Jiang Wanru only felt tired from the journey, day after day wanting to sleep more. She listened to the middle-aged man's words, put her hand on the table and asked: "Doctor, what is your surname?" The middle-aged man pressed his hand on her wrist and said lightly: "My surname is Shang."
He looked at Jiang Wan with a cautious expression and said, "In the past year or so, I have chosen many people to write words, but only your writing has made me feel satisfied after reading it. It has bones and joints, and each word is clear and distinct, with small font size, all of which are exactly the same." Jiang Wan was writing in the style of Song Dynasty, which was widely known in her previous life. She thought that people who wrote sloppy characters might have a fresh feeling when they saw the upright and dignified Song Dynasty characters, but she didn't expect that it was the kind of font others wanted.
Shang Daifu nodded slightly after listening to her, then shook his head and said: "I'm just looking for someone who can write, to help me put down the knowledge of medicinal herbs that I've organized. Can you paint or not?" Jiang Wanyu thought about her painting skills and nodded: "I can paint, but the things I paint always seem to lack a bit of spirit." Shang Daifu looked at the middle-aged man who was bringing over tea and said: "Mingzi, bring over brush, ink, paper, and inkstone." The middle-aged man smiled as he took in Jiang Wanyu's appearance, put down the tea, poured two cups, and then happily rushed out of the room.
Jiang Wanru's eyes quietly gazed at Shang Dafu, shaking her head and saying: "Shang Dafu, it seems that my body has some extremely unsuitable places. You can speak directly to me, people have birth, aging, illness, and death, this is the normal state of the world. If I could know early on, my heart would also be prepared early." Jiang Wanru spoke calmly, but her hands clenched into fists with force. Shang Dafu saw her hands and shook his head saying: "Don't scare yourself, your body has some unsuitability, but it hasn't reached that step yet. There are just some minor matters that need to be asked of your family's elders."
Jiang Wanru listened and only nodded silently. Sometimes she would think 'what's the joy of life', but she still had some fear when facing unknown things, so after listening to Shang Dafu's words, she couldn't remain calm. She looked at Shang Dafu and said lightly: "I don't have any blood relatives now, and the elders around me are not always with me. Shang Dafu, you can speak directly to me, I can take it."
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