In Juxian Fang, a picture of watching the tide on a moonlit night on the wall has attracted many literati to observe.

Since it is a moonlit night to watch the tide, as the name suggests, there must be a moon, a night, and a tide in the painting, and of course, there are also people, when the current genius paints the waves or uses a rolled up line table, such a picture from top to bottom, only with black, white, blue three colors of the large rendering, such an immersive picture, enough to surprise these literati and scholars.

"How is this drawn? There are no mountains, no forests, and no reference things, you can draw water, when it is really unheard of, Brother Li has ever seen it? A white-robed scholar asked the person next to him without taking his eyes off the painting.

"It's also lonely and unheard of in the next place, and it's the first time I've seen such painting skills." The man next to him was ashamed and said,

"I know that there are more than a dozen ways to draw the silk drawing, the string drawing, and the flowing water drawing, but I have never seen such an immersive brushwork painting technique, which is really amazing." I am already proficient in the drawing of various lines, and the depiction of ever-changing lines, but now I can't see which one is used, and it seems that none of them are used.

"If this painting is said to be a fine brush, only a few characters, if it is freehand, but it is different from the painting method of others, the picture is more colorful and less line, deep and tense, there is a painting in the eyes, there is a tide in the ears, such a stunning and moving painting technique, I am afraid it is also unique, or the painting method created by the owner of the peach blossom house."

There were bursts of admiration from several people.

The six-foot horizontal painting scroll in front of them uses only black, blue and white, all of which are dark or light, alternating between dark and light colors, and the changes of the three colors are infinitely different in one picture, which is used to the extreme, rendering a cold and moving view of the sea tide on a moonlit night.

In the painting, layers of unpredictable clouds, a round of silver disk and bright moon hang high in it, and the frost-like light from the gaps in the clouds scatters on the surface of the sea, reflecting a sparkling tide sea.

In the distance, a man stood on a rock with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, looking up at the moon.

People who look at the painting have substituted themselves into the figure in the painting, and experienced the shocking feeling of a person facing the sea, such a shocking feeling in their hearts, like in the dark night, smelling the boundless tide, guarding a heart lamp alone, gazing at the desolate and boundless moonlight above, and tasting the loneliness of the empty and distant alone.

After a long time, someone finally saw the clue, "Such an immersive painting method may be related to the moonlight on the sea!" ”

Everyone looked closely, and sure enough, it was the light of the bright moon sprinkled on the surface of the sea that made the picture longer and the sea deeper.

"The way in which we draw light is wonderful, just as we are when we combine it with the shadows of our people and the earth." Painting people with shadows on the ground does have a sense of realism.

"Not only that, Brother Lin, look at it, in this painting, the sea surface becomes lifelike because of the reflection of the moonlight, as if the whole sea surface moves, and then look at its details, all of them are the painting of people and shadows, not only the sea, but also the whole painting, and a few strokes of the characters' robes, with the beauty of people and shadows everywhere.

This is just a simple picture of people, moon, and tide, but it is not simple everywhere! The foolish brother thinks that such a delicate and vivid technique should belong to the Gongbi painting method, but it also participates in the freehand charm......"

"What does Brother Lin mean?"

"I'm afraid that the painting skills of the owner of the peach blossom house have long been perfected and unpredictable, but I think that the brush is not the last painting skills, and it can't be on the table.

Aware of the beauty of this painting, several people have rushed to buy this painting and take it home to ponder it.

The price was fifty taels, but because of the competition between several people, the price was raised, and when it rose from fifty taels to eighty taels, the shopkeeper Xu's hand shook, and his beard almost didn't pull off a few of them.

Wait until someone really takes the scroll for eighty taels.

Shopkeeper Xu sent the distinguished guest out, and immediately recruited the two guys in the store, "How much did I spend on the painting I sold just now?" ”

The two guys couldn't touch their heads, and reminded: "The shopkeeper teased us, this is just yesterday's thing, the painting is obviously your old collector, and you handed over the girl eight taels of silver with your own hands......"

"Eight taels ......" Shopkeeper Xu slapped his head, "Oh, why did I give eight taels?" ”

The two guys were even more puzzled when they heard this: "Eight taels of pairs, according to the price said, the painting only needs to be given five taels of silver, and the shopkeeper also gave an extra three taels." ”

"Idiots, two idiots!" Shopkeeper Xu pointed at them and said angrily: "Why don't you want to think about it, let me ask you, how many paintings did that girl sell to our shop?" How much did we sell again? ”

"First of all, you gave a total of eight taels of silver, and sold for sixty taels, the second time is a large five beautiful pictures and a small one, you counted the girl's seven taels of silver, and the large one should be given five taels according to the big one, a small one tael, you gave one tael more, and sold sixty-five taels, this third time, although it is only a medium one, but you only paid eight taels, and sold eighty ...... Two. ”

The two guys were talking and talking, but they were more and more quiet, although they were shop guys, they should have their hearts to the shopkeeper, but at this time, they all said in their hearts, "Black! It's so dark! The girl worked hard to paint four paintings, and the total amount of money she earned was not as much as the one sold by the shopkeeper......"

The shopkeeper said anxiously, "That's what I said, the first two pictures were sent, and then two pictures, but this time there was only one, why do you say this?" ”

"Why?"

"This is because the previous silver was missing!" Shopkeeper Xu walked back and forth anxiously, "No, you have to win over this God of Wealth if you say anything." He immediately turned around and solemnly instructed: "The next time that girl comes over, her paintings, no matter what they are, will be twenty taels ...... No, twenty-five taels! ”

……

Tan Wanqing picked up the finished pigeon feeding picture in her hand, looked at the light outside the window, looked at the color, and measured the room, Ruizhu came in from the outside, and then sat happily next to the young lady, and whispered: "Miss, I passed by Juxian Fang, went in to take a look, and the young lady's painting seemed to have been sold again, and the shopkeeper said......"

Seeing that Ruizhu stopped, Tan Wanqing glanced back at her, "What did you say?" ”

He said that if the young lady had another painting, she would send him one...... Twenty-five taels are charged, the price is negotiable, and the young lady will never suffer a loss. ”

Twenty-five taels? Tan Wanqing was stunned, she didn't expect it to rise so fast, two days ago, there were six taels of a piece, but in just a few days, it quadrupled, and the shopkeeper Xu raised the price so high all of a sudden, I was afraid that she was worried that she would sell the painting to someone else, and the few paintings sold before I thought about it made him make a lot of money.

Now.

Tan Wanqing unhurriedly rolled up the pigeon feeding picture in her hand and put it aside.

"Miss, but I have to take it and frame it."

"There's no hurry."

"How can you not be in a hurry, the shopkeeper Xu of Juxian Fang is very anxious, and he inquired about me several times." A piece of twenty-five taels.

"Just because he's in a hurry, so we're not in a hurry." Tan Wanqing said slowly, seeing that she didn't understand, she patiently explained: "You also said a few days ago that things are rare and expensive, and it is precisely because they are scarce and difficult to obtain that they will be precious and valuable, and I am also tired." After speaking, he began to put away the pen and ink paint on the table.

As soon as she said this, Rui Zhu understood, quickly snatched the pen in Tan Wanqing's hand, asked her to rest quickly, and cleaned up the table by herself, and carefully hoped that the unframed pigeon feeding picture would be sent to a high place like a fragile item in her hand, for fear of touching it.

In fact, there is no need to be so exaggerated, it is not a peerless painting, for Tan Wanqing, such a work is not difficult, do it casually, the difficulty is that the color is too little, the monotony is difficult to modulate, except for the red, the others are extremely light, and the ink and color can not be thick and heavy for the painter, it is a great limitation.

The painting will sell well, and she has long expected it, how can it not sell well? She has the experience of picture management that people here do not have, where the characters should be placed on the whole paper, which will be the focus of sight, where the blank space is most suitable, where to fill it, how the golden section picture will be beautiful, the distance and size of the picture, the shade of ink, the different brushwork trends, these are all things that others do not have, but she has come casually.

In the final analysis, it is not her paintings that the buyer likes, but the treasures of experience condensed in later generations.

I wanted to go out for a walk, but these days I was overdrawn and I felt tired, her body was really tired, so she still complied with lying down and resting, closed her eyes, and asked Ruizhu to inquire about Dongjie to see if there were any renters, thinking that the money from selling paintings in the past few days was more than 20 taels, and renting a simple small house should be enough.

On a winter morning, the sun was just right, the birds outside the window were crisp, and the ondol in the house was burning warm.

Tan Wanqing was already asleep, and woke up after only two sounds.