Everyone smoked a cigarette, watched TV for a while, and then left, leaving only his cousin Zhang Yi to stay here.

"Ah, the new 55-inch TV looks cool. Zhang Yi looked at the TV excitedly,

"Big brother, you don't know that the broken TV in my house has been used for two centuries, and now when I turn on the TV, it makes a loud noise, and I am worried about whether it will explode every time. The more Zhang Yi spoke, the more excited he became.

"Two centuries, isn't that all an antique?" Zhang Feng asked suspiciously.

"That's, I bought it in 99, not two centuries what?" Zhang Yi was very dissatisfied with his home TV.

After listening to Zhang Yi's words, Zhang Feng suddenly understood, and then asked: "Don't you have a computer, and you usually watch TV?"

"The computer screen is too small, and it's a little uncomfortable to watch the show!"

"Hehe, since it's too small, why don't you buy one yourself. Anyway, TV is not expensive now, I bought this for only 1888, less than two thousand. Zhang Feng said with a smile.

"Alas, forget it, if I want to buy it myself, I still have to watch the computer......" Zhang Yi heard Zhang Feng's words, and immediately shook his head reluctantly, he got up early and went to the market with his father to do business, and he saved more than 10,000 yuan in three years, and he didn't want to spend 2,000 yuan to buy a TV.

"Hehe......" Zhang Feng smiled, he already knew what this kid thought.

After watching it for a while, Zhang Yi was called back by the second aunt,

Turning off the TV, Zhang Feng lay on the recliner, feeling a little idle, seeing the bare walls of the house, Zhang Feng seemed to think of something, and immediately got up and got into his room.

Soon, I saw Zhang Feng walking out with a few pieces of rice paper, as well as old brushes and inkstones. These lines were all used by Zhang Feng's grandfather before, and the old man went to private school for two years before he released and released, so he could write a beautiful calligraphy.

These things had been kept in the glove box before, until Zhang Feng went to middle school to learn calligraphy, and Zhang's father turned it out of the box.

Later, the two younger sisters also used it when they learned calligraphy, and it can be said that this set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone has almost become the heirloom of the Zhang family, and three generations of the family have used it.

When he found the empty walls of his house just now, Zhang Feng suddenly remembered his elementary calligraphy and painting skills, so Zhang Feng thought to himself, why don't you paint some paintings to decorate your home?

So Zhang Feng studied the ink, spread out the rice paper, and prepared to paint.

"What should I draw?" Suddenly, Zhang Feng's eyes lit up, as if he had found inspiration.

Suddenly, Zhang Feng's ink pen was pushed horizontally, the pen tip was pulled down, and the body and tail of a scalper were clearly outlined.

Soon, just a cup of tea, the painting on the rice paper has taken shape,

I saw a child wearing a hat, sitting on top of a ox, singing loudly, suddenly the child heard the cicada, followed the sound, only to see the willow tree hanging all the time black Zhili.

Looking at his debut and female works, Zhang Feng smiled slightly and was quite satisfied, "Well, it seems that the primary calligraphy and painting skills are really good." ”

Zhang Feng had to sigh that the system was really magical, a person like himself who had no foundation and no talent for calligraphy and painting, but after using primary calligraphy and painting skills, he was able to paint beautiful ink paintings.

Later, Zhang Feng filled in a small poem by the Qing Dynasty poet Yuan Mei for this painting:

The shepherd boy rode the ox, and the song vibrated the forest. Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Hanging at home, such paintings not only have a quaint rural charm, but also are full of rural fun.

Subsequently, Zhang Feng took advantage of the opportunity to make a few paintings, almost all of which were modeled on the paintings of the previous masters, one of which was modeled on the "Seven Donkeys" painted by the modern Chinese painting master Huang Zhou, but Zhang Feng strangely named it "The Donkey of Qian";

Then Zhang Feng painted several local paintings, one "Chicken Picture", one imitation of Zhang Daqian's "Lotus Picture", one based on Gao Ding's ancient poem "Village House" "Paper Kite", and finally a "Boating Moon Lake" describing the scenery of Moon Lake.

Because these are only Zhang Feng's trial works, the paintings are not so exquisite, and it only took Zhang Feng more than two hours to paint five paintings, and the average time for each painting is only half an hour.

Although these paintings are not Zhang Feng's masterpieces, the level of these five paintings is not bad, at least much better than most of the so-called brick houses.

"Oh, madman, are you drawing?"

"Is it your teacher's homework?"

At some point, the duckling ran in, saw the painting on the table, and asked in surprise.

"Isn't it ......" Zhang Feng shook his head amusedly, thinking that he had graduated for a few years, and he was still doing his homework?

"Oh, madman, how do I feel that this kid looks a little like me?" asked the little duckling, looking at the shepherd boy on the table, puzzled and surprised.

"Really? Maybe your face is more popular. In fact, Zhang Feng originally painted according to the image of a duckling, but Zhang Feng still teased the little guy.

"What is popularization?"

"It's just ordinary. ”

"Oh, then do you still have your cucumbers, brother madman?" The little guy's thinking jumped wide, and he soon kept thinking about Zhang Feng's cucumbers, as long as there was something to eat, and the child in the painting had been temporarily thrown out of the sky by him.

"In the backyard, you can pick ...... yourself"

"Haha, madman, I'm going!"

"Hey, by the way, don't break Guaten......" Seeing that the little guy couldn't wait, Zhang Feng told again.

"I see......" the little one quickly disappeared into the house.

The five paintings were fixed on the table with a paperweight, and then Zhang Feng went online to check if there was a store that sold framing materials, and soon Zhang Feng searched on the Internet, and sure enough, there was really everything on the Internet, and soon Zhang Feng found an online store with a good reputation, placed an order, and it was estimated that it would arrive in two or three days.

Because Qingshan County is too small, there are no special framing shops, there are some in the city, but Zhang Feng doesn't look down on their skills, because there are framing techniques in the primary calligraphy and painting skills, so Zhang Feng simply tried it himself, anyway, it is his own trial work, and if it is broken, he can paint another one.

"Well, madman, why are your cucumbers so delicious?" Zhang Feng finished placing the order, and the little duck also walked out with a few big cucumbers, biting the cucumbers as he walked.

"Don't you know? Zhang Feng laughed nonsense.

"It seems to be true, last time Da Mao and I went to the top of the East Mountain to steal cucumbers, and it tasted delicious. ”

"You guy, the top of the east mountain is the land of the third wife's house, you dare to steal her cucumbers, if she catches her, she won't tell your father, let your father beat you up......"

"Oh, don't tell her, madman......" The little duck seemed to have heard of the name of the third wife, and was suddenly frightened.

The third wife can be said to be the most fierce person in the village, very stingy, if any child steals her family's things, she will block the door, so she is very popular in the village.

When he was a child, Zhang Feng was also very naughty, knowing that the third wife was very fierce, and every time he herded cattle, he and Zhang Yi went to steal her family's corn cobs, and then secretly roasted them on the mountain to eat.

At the beginning, I was lucky, I didn't miss a time, but unfortunately I often walked by the river without wet shoes, once there was a lot of fog on the mountain, and the two of them plunged into the cornfield without reconnaissance, and the two just broke a corn, and the unlucky Zhang Yi was caught by the third wife.

Poor Zhang Feng and Zhang Yi were grabbed by the third wife and blocked the door, and finally Zhang's father and second uncle apologized in a low voice, and the family also lost ten yuan, and the old woman gave up, and finally Zhang Feng and Zhang Yi were beaten severely, and since then, Zhang Feng and Zhang Feng have never dared to steal her things.