This canvas is four feet high and one foot three feet long, and it has been coated with a layer of gelatin cloth before, and it is a very fine linen cloth for painting. This is also the first time I have seen this kind of cloth Hanjiang.

Han Jiang was beside him, holding a palette in one hand and a stick figure in the other: "Mr. Qinshan, there should be a corner tower here, and there should be an open space in front of the corner tower, and a sand pit for children to play with." ”

"No problem." Ma Yuan happily agreed, took a few steps back and observed, then picked up the pen and began to draw.

Ma Yuan has another name called Ma Yijiao.

The pavilion boundary is painted with fine workmanship, and the lining is dyed. He likes to make a small scene in the corner, and is known as "a corner of the horse".

As far as Ma Yuan's so-called Xinfang street scene is concerned, he will make renderings for the real estate in later generations, and there are no tons of small red pieces of paper, so you don't have to think about it. At this time, Ma Yuan only received a pen, and he also brought his own paint.

Han Jiang has already made up his mind that this painting will only be publicized for three days, a maximum of five days, and then just find a painter to copy a few pairs, and the original version is intended to be left to his thirty-eight generations of grandchildren.

Nameless Fang, now named Baiyufang.

Han Jiang's name has been prepared to report to Lin'an Mansion, and it can only be officially delivered after the New Year's holiday.

In a corner of the nameless square, a piece of land covering an area of about two acres has begun to be demolished.

A building is to be built here.

How to say it, Han Jiang called this building the exhibition area, in fact, it is the sales department of later generations. After the houses and shops in the workshop are sold out, they can be rented out as a restaurant.

The building department plans to build it in two months and complete the decoration in one month.

The construction of the entire square area is divided into nine phases, and the whole construction period is planned to be two years, and the longest is not more than two and a half years.

Of course, this is just Han Jiang's idea.

Han Jiang had a deep feeling. Just for now, it is obvious that someone wants to interfere, and Han Jiang is still completely vulnerable. The first one who wanted to meddle was Han Yanxuan, and the second one was Qian Haohuan.

Both of them revealed their intentions in this regard, and Han Jiang estimated that there would soon be a suppressive negotiation against him.

Because I can't afford to mess with myself.

One is an adoptive father and the other is a father-in-law.

Han Yanxuan was afraid that Han Jiang would not be able to hold up such a big thing, and Qian Haohuan was worried that the notorious Han family would be ghostly in the back.

The only thing Han Jiang could say was only one word that he could say in his heart, and he didn't dare to make a sound:!

Therefore, at the moment, Han Jiang is spending all his energy on drawing the idea map, on the one hand, he is delaying time to think of countermeasures, and on the other hand, he is waiting for news from Han Si's side.

The most critical news is whether the person in the nameless workshop believes in this matter a little more, or believes that the Qian family is more reliable.

Han Jiang's head was distracted, and he didn't stare at it, Ma Yuan began to make the painting more refined, and the small corner painting was vivid, and even the children's play sand pit was extremely exquisite.

Han Jiang hurriedly persuaded: "Mr. Qinshan, use splashing, splashing, this pen is not necessary, this is just to tell the people of the neighborhood what will become of this place in the future." ”

Ma Yuan took two steps back to observe the overall situation, and nodded slightly: "It makes sense, change the technique here." ”

Ma Yuan's craftsmanship is first-class, if he is allowed to paint carefully to ensure that he can draw another picture of the river during the Qingming Festival, then he will not be able to paint far at all in two or three months.

If you use freehand techniques, this piece of cloth can be painted in two hours.

Ma Yuan changed the pen, three or two strokes to outline a small river and stone road in the workshop, and then a few strokes of the trees beside the street have been formed, change the small pen, outline the pavilions on both sides of the road, fill in the color with a large brush and then use freehand techniques to draw the residential area behind the pavilion.

The people who entered the study only glanced at it, and no one bothered them, and they all went to the side hall.

In the study, Han Jiang was discussing with Ma Yuan about drawing renderings, while waiting for his adoptive father Han Yanxuan to come and talk to him.

But I waited until the evening.

The whole painting was completed, and neither Han Yanxuan nor Qian Haohuan came to find him.

Good drawing.

As soon as it was completed, a senior servant of the rich mansion stepped forward: "Brother Jiang'er, my lord asked the little one to take his brother to the upper wing room in the west courtyard." ”

"Please lead the way." Han Jiangxin said that it is finally here, and the elders want to snatch their absolute right to manage the city.

Ma Yuan touched his beard but smiled.

Soon, the person who led the way led Han Jiang into a small courtyard, and then invited him into the house.

As soon as Han Jiang entered the house, the people outside the door closed the door and locked it.

"You ......" Han Jiang was taken aback, this was to lock up his own small black house, and without waiting for Han Jiang to ask, the servant who led the way said: "There is a letter from the lord of my family on the table, Brother Jiang will know it at a glance." ”

There is indeed a letter.

Han Jiang opened it and said in his heart that he couldn't hide from it, let alone the first or fifteenth day of the new year.

Today is the second year of junior high school, and tomorrow is the third year of junior high school.

From now on, someone will bring food, Han Jiang is not allowed to leave this house, and there are high-ranking servants guarding the door. Han Jiang began to take the exam, and this exam has nothing to do with the three levels of choosing a son-in-law.

There is a bamboo tube on the table, this is the first question, and after completion, the next question will be changed to Han Jiang outside the door.

Han Jiang let out a sigh of relief.

Feng Le Lou escaped that day, and today he thought that he was worried about acne and the affairs of the nameless workshop, and he may have forgotten about it if he wanted to test himself, who thought that the Qian family had not forgotten at all.

I can't hide from it, I can't bear it.

Han Jiang opened the bamboo tube, and there was a rolled-up piece of paper inside, and three sentences were written on the paper.

The first sentence: Soma loses thinness, and Xiangshi loses poverty.

The second sentence: The speaker is not crazy, but the choice is unknown, the great trouble of the country, so it is here.

The third sentence: The people and the land are relocated, and they cannot be changed. It is easy to go forward and difficult to reverse.

Han Jiang collapsed instantly.

This is an exam question, so, if, maybe, maybe, what should I write about?

Could this be an ancient translation?

Han Jiang circled around the table twice and shook his head: "Not quite right, this is ancient times, what kind of ancient Chinese translation do you want." "Besides, the ancient Chinese translation of high school has long been returned to the teacher.

Han Jiang pressed his head against the pillar and gently hit the pillar again and again.

I don't have a clue at all, and I don't know what this is going to take?

A quarter of an hour passed, Han Jiang picked up the pen and wrote two words, then rolled up the paper and stuffed it out of the window, and there were people guarding the door, taking the bamboo tube and sending it to the small courtyard next to it.

In the courtyard next to it, there were only nine people in the original plan, and Han Yanxuan was definitely not among them.

These nine people are all friends or juniors of Qian Jingyi, all of them are celebrities without exception, Ma Yuan is also one of them, and everyone such as Yang Wanli is also there.

Now there are more people, more Han Yanxuan, Wang Lin, and Xie Shenfu.

The bamboo tube was sent in, and a servant took out the answer and held it in front of Qian Jingyi with both hands.

Qian Jingyi opened the paper, and there were only two words on it: No.

After all the people circulated this piece of paper, Han Yanxuan got up and saluted, and then walked out, he was going to beat people, beat Han Jiang.

Han Jiang threw his face to the Quanlin'an Mansion today.

The one present is not the great sage of the world.