Zhu Gantang is essentially a literati, so he naturally thinks about things from the standpoint of a literati.

But when he realized the other meaning of this matter, he immediately changed his mind and became cautious.

He rolled over from the bed and sat up, thought for a moment, and asked, "You mean, to spread the word?"

The middle-aged man nodded slowly.

"Furniture is first and foremost practical, and there is no disputing the practicality of this bed. What's more, it is done quickly, such a complex stepping bed can be made in just one day. What if it were simpler furniture?"

Zhu Gantang paced back and forth on the stone floor, his steps were fast, and his speech was also very fast, "The most important thing is that although it is led by mature craftsmen, the actual operation and production are a group of apprentices who have not been mastered. The apprentices who participated in the apprenticeship test this time are between thirteen and twenty-five years old, not very old, and they have not studied for a long time, which is very easy to cultivate!"

He turned around, looked at the middle-aged man with burning eyes, and asked, "Brother Qiu, what does this mean?"

"It's exactly what the emperor needs. The middle-aged man said slowly.

"Exactly! Talent for the emperor, this is exactly the talent that the emperor needs!" Zhu Gantang raised his voice, and he said excitedly, "Let's go, I'll continue to mark the papers." In the end, we will know the name of the candidate who led the matter!"

At the time, people attached great importance to literature, and the calligraphy and painting street also sold the four treasures of the study, and the style was completely different from other places.

There is a torii at the corner of the street, which is made of glazed tiles and shines in the sun.

Most of the people on the street were wearing long shirts and fashionable hats on their heads, much more than Xu Wen had seen on TV before.

Xu Wen looked at Xu Wen curiously, and the man looked at Xu Wen, snorted with disdain, and walked away.

Xu Wen looked at the clothes on his body, coarse linen clothes, typical craftsman dress.

Shinong craftsmen, it is normal for the first class to despise the third class, and if they change Xu San, they may feel that they can't even raise their heads, but Xu Wen is calm and calm, and he doesn't have an unnatural expression at all.

However, Xu Wen is not a person who will be bored with himself. Seeing this situation, he automatically missed the first few relatively large calligraphy and painting shops and walked deeper into the alley.

Walking across a small bridge, he saw a small shop next to the bridge, with four words written on the rickety signboard: "Calligraphy, Painting, Paper and Pencil". It's concise and clear, and you know what you're doing at a glance.

Xu Wen smiled, crossed the bridge, and walked in.

The store is very small, about less than 20 square meters in total, there are no people in the store, and the things inside are so full that even the counter is submerged inside, and it looks a little crowded.

However, through the store, you can see a small courtyard behind, the bamboo in the courtyard is swaying, and there are a few Taihu Lake stones under the bamboo, which is very quiet. Just looking at this small courtyard, you can feel that the owner is a person of great taste.

Xu Wen looked left and right, there were four walls on the storefront, and there was a sign hanging on the top of each wall, which read the words "calligraphy, painting, paper and pen". Obviously this is the classification of goods, very clearly understood.

The paper was in the innermost, and Xu Wen walked inside, bypassing the scrolls that were piled up as high as a hill, and almost kicked a person.

The man was crouching in the pile of scrolls, unfolding the paintings to look at. When he was kicked, he subconsciously turned sideways and used his body to protect the painting in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Xu Wen hurriedly apologized, looked down, and found that he knew this person and had only seen it in the morning - Lu Qingyuan!

"Master Lu, it's you, what a coincidence. Xu Wen said unexpectedly.

Lu Qingyuan raised his head slowly, his eyes were a little sloppy, as if he was still immersed in the world in the painting. It took him a while to recognize Xu Wen, and his expression suddenly changed: "It's you, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to buy some paper. Xu Wen answered honestly.

"Hmm. Lu Qingyuan stood up and looked at Xu Wen's expression a little subtle.

Xu Wen remembered what happened in the morning.

In the morning, when he was practicing fighting five birds, he was seen by Lu Qingyuan, Lu Qingyuan asked him a few questions in a row, and finally asked him what was most important in his calligraphy and painting works.

Xu Wen didn't know how to answer, thought for a while, and said seriously: "Everything is important. ”

Lu Qingyuan seemed to be stunned, he didn't continue to ask, and left thoughtfully.

At this time, Xu Wen was a little vigilant when he saw Lu Qingyuan, for fear that he would continue to ask these questions.

It's really hard to answer!

But he was afraid of something, Lu Qingyuan beckoned him to come over, opened a painting scroll with a snap, and said, "Look at this painting." What do you think is good about it?"

Xu Wen suddenly felt a little big. He's here to buy paper, why should he come to taste paintings for no reason!

The year is very short, although Lian Tianqing occasionally dabbles in some knowledge of calligraphy and painting when he lectures, but it is very little, Xu Wen spends most of his time studying and practicing carpentry.

He really doesn't know enough about calligraphy and painting.

He stared at the painting, racking his brains, and after a long time said, "The pen is light and the lines are soft......"

"Tell the truth. Lu Qingyuan interrupted him impatiently.

Xu Wen looked at it for a while and looked for a few adjectives, all of which were interrupted by Lu Qingyuan.

In the end, Xu Wen stared at the painting for a long time, and said honestly: "I can't see what's good." ”

"Originally, this kind of garbage dares to be taken out and sold!" Lu Qingyuan indiscriminately rolled up the scroll and threw it aside with disdain.

A head poked out of the pile of paper on the side, his hair and beard were messy, and he looked at Lu Qingyuan and said helplessly: "Old Lu, be polite, this is what I want to sell." ”

"This kind of thing is also sold, profiteers!" Lu Qingyuan was not polite at all.

He opened another scroll and unfolded it for Xu Wen: "What about this one?"

It is a statue of Guanyin, depicted in great detail, the lotus seat under the Guanyin seat, each petal is clearly drawn, overlapping, extremely complex.

In today's era of freehand, such detailed portraits are really rare.

"It's beautifully drawn. Xu asked.

"And then?" Lu Qingyuan asked.

"The face seems to be a little ......stiff," Xu Wen pondered for a while and said.

"What else?"

"The gestures are also a bit unnatural. ”

Lu Qingyuan nodded heavily, and said categorically: "That's right, it's also garbage!"

He threw the painting aside again, and the boss "fed" it again very helplessly, but did not stop it.

"What about this one?"

Lu Qingyuan showed the third painting.

As soon as Xu Wen's gaze touched the picture, he sighed softly.

This painting is very special.

It depicts a bamboo forest in the rain, and when he first saw it, Xu Wen seemed to hear the bleak sound of bamboo leaves and saw pieces of falling residual leaves. He even saw two small birds under the leaves, huddled together, shivering in the rain.

But after looking closely, Xu Wen found that there was actually no rain in the painting, the bamboo leaves were just ink marks, and the birds were just two ink balls, which looked very rough. But the shape of the leaves was about to come out, and the heavy rain seemed to envelop the entire bamboo forest!"This painting is good!" Xu Wen said without hesitation.

"What's so good?" Lu Qingyuan continued to ask.

"The technique of this painting is very ingenious...... "Xu Wen stopped in the middle of his words.

He looked at the two ink-like birds in the painting, and suddenly stretched out his hand, as if to block it from the top, to shelter it from the wind and rain! Xu Wen didn't speak again, but Lu Qingyuan looked at his movements, but smiled.

He solemnly rolled up the picture and said to the boss, "Check out." ”

Then he said to Xu, "Follow me." ”