"I can't see that you're still a scholar!" Cao Hu Chang was a little surprised.

It's no wonder that his reaction, since Taizu set the national policy of advocating literature and suppressing martial arts, the status of scholars has been improving day by day, and in this era, it has become another symbol of identity and status, and now half of the officials in the court are from the poor family, just like Fan Wenzhenggong at the beginning, maybe when he will be able to soar and soar, and his vision of Fan Ming has suddenly changed.

"It's just enough to entertain yourself, but not very proficient." Fan Ming replied with a smile.

Cao Huchang's eyes rolled, as if he suddenly thought of something, nodded, and waved his hand: "Come with me!" ”

After that, he led Fan Ming into the second door and came to a study in the east wing, where the wooden shelves next to him were neatly arranged with rows of various classics, estimated to be at least a hundred, he touched the bookshelf with his hand, which was covered with a thick layer of dust, and he must have not used it for a long time.

If you take a closer look at the cover, it is clear that there are some enlightenment classics, such as "Thousand Character Essay", "Analects", "Book of Songs" and so on.

This made Fan Ming's heart jump twice inexplicably, the word reading was very far away in his mind, but the traditional Chinese characters in front of him seemed to have an urge to cry at this moment.

For him, some "masterpieces" such as commentaries and scriptures that are rarely seen are not what he needs at the moment, but these basic classics meet his current needs, and the books here are exactly what he needs.

Cao Hu Chang walked to one of the corners, took out a pair of four treasures of the study, and dusted off it, "Little Wu, come and make a picture for me to see, to see if it is really as you said." ”

Fan Ming nodded, but he was quite apprehensive in his heart, although he had a solid foundation in Chinese painting, but after all, when he was a child, he had been abandoned for six years from college to society, and he couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart, maybe now he can't even hold the brush steadily.

Grinding the ink, laying out the rice paper, twisting the sheep on the tip of the pen, what appeared in his mind was a picture of pine out of the clouds, remembering that this was the first copy work after his enlightenment, and it was also a painting that consumed the most of his time, it took a year of effort, this is also the year when his grandfather was the strictest on him, as soon as he recalled this familiar scene, Fan Ming couldn't help but have a strong emotion in his heart.

He took a deep breath and lifted his wrist to hang in the air and fell gently.

At the moment when the tip of the pen fell on the paper, Fan Ming's hand trembled slightly, and the long-term sense of rustiness made him a little unable to grasp the strength of the tip and the direction of the force, so that the pen tip was a little out of shape.

After a slight pause, he secretly glanced at Cao Huchang, and saw that he was not unusual, and suddenly his heart was a little settled, and he simply let go of his courage, and gradually the familiar feeling seemed to return to his hand.

"Good, good, good!" When Fan Ming sprayed a mouthful of water in the air, a compliment from the head of the Cao family sounded beside him.

"Although I don't know much about painting, but I have seen a lot, this painting is suitable for movement and quiet, between the top and bottom looking forward to Shengxia, has quite a charm, without ten years of skills can not be painted, but this painting is afraid that it is not good to use porcelain art." Cao Hu Chang sighed softly, and there was a sigh in his tone.

Fan Ming understood what Cao Huchang meant, the artistic conception of splashed ink painting can only be vividly reflected on rice paper, but what is needed on porcelain is only gongbi painting, the principle between the two is the same, but the focus is different, and this is not a problem for him.

"Uncle Cao doesn't need to worry about it. Some time ago, I also consulted with the master master of the kiln, but it is not a problem to simply make a painting. ”

"Really?"

Fan Ming smiled and nodded.

At this time, the head of the Cao household saw that Fan Ming was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, and looked Fan Ming up and down, "Ming'er, you will go to work in the kiln, the salary is ......."

After a pause, he continued: "How about counting it according to eighty wen a day?" ”

Fan Ming suddenly couldn't suppress his excitement in his heart, maybe it was because he had been suffering for too long, although eighty wen was not a very high salary, but for a person who had lived in hardship for several months, it could be described as a life-saving livelihood, and he saluted at the moment: "Thank you Uncle Cao, Uncle Cao's kindness Fan Wu will always remember in my heart." ”

Cao Huchang smiled meaningfully, "However, I told you that the ugly words are ahead, after a while, the third lady will have to review the accounts, if she is not satisfied, your work will come to an end, you must know that there are many people staring at this shortage, Chen Er has said it many times." ”

Fan Ming frowned, figuring out the hidden meaning in Cao Hu's words, the Chen Er in Cao Hu's mouth is the elder Chen Suliang, he is a native of Qinghe Township, he has heard that the head of the household and the elder are not compatible, and he doesn't know if it is really something, and the painter can be regarded as a fat worker, in addition to a few masters from Ying Tianfu, there are only a dozen painters in the entire Qinghe Township, and there are many apprentices who can be qualified as junior painters, how can it make people not blush, this time he pushed himself to this position and didn't know what the intention was.

"How, but not sure?"

"No, I'm just afraid that I'll miss Uncle Cao!" Fan Ming suddenly felt weak for a while, and he didn't know if he had been discovered by Cao Huchang.

"It's okay, it's okay, he can't do anything to you with me, you just have to do your duty."

"It's better to be so respectful!" Fan Ming bowed.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey! This is a new word, do it well, and tell me if you have any difficulties in the future. Cao Huchang patted his shoulder and turned to leave.

Fan Ming rolled his eyes, "Uncle Cao, I have a request!" ”

Cao Hu Chang turned his head and glanced at it, "Say!" ”

"I want to come here to read!" Fan Ming pointed to the bookshelf on the side.

The expression on the face of the head of the Cao family froze for a moment, and the smile resurfaced again, and said: "It's okay, it's okay, you come to the porter in the future, borrow it and read it at home, the books here are also used to fund the village school, but I have forgotten this stubble these days." ”

Leaving Caofu, with the thoughts in his head, Fan Ming returned home in a trance, picked up a sweat towel and came to the sink to wipe off the sweat.

The sky is close to dusk, and his mind is still in the excitement of finding a new job, 80 Wen a day, which is nearly three times higher than the previous salary, this month is three times, this can be saved for a year to build a few blue brick houses, this happiness comes a little suddenly!

However, Chen Er, who was mentioned by the head of the Cao household earlier, cast a shadow on his heart, this Chen Suliang happened to be Hu San's maternal uncle, if Hu San took the opportunity to find trouble, it would be troublesome......