Mao Jiren didn't care about it at first, but in the dim environment, Chu Junlan's painting table was glowing, and fine sand flowed down her fingers, forming a vivid picture.

As soon as the old man on it took shape, Maoji people's eyes were wide open, and she didn't need to see it clearly, when she saw her fingers twisted casually, and the picture changed in an instant, from an old man sitting cross-legged to a wrinkled old man's face, stubbornly curled beard, sparse hair, and bright eyes.

That's exactly the face of the Maoji people!

Chu Junlan's movements were fast and steady, using the sparseness and density of fine sand to outline the light and dark tones, and a vivid head "sketch" was completed with fine sand.

The Maoji people and a dozen of his disciples were stunned for a moment, and they all gathered around, each of them craned their necks and couldn't see more clearly.

Chu Junlan grabbed a handful of fine sand again, played with it at will, and depicted it carefully, the yin and yang characters were converted, the Maoji people on the painting frowned, and the expressions of opening their mouths and scolding people were simply lifelike, and it was a realistic style of face portrayed by using light and dark tones, which was completely different from the freehand style that Maoji people were familiar with.

Chu Junlan finished painting the stinky face of the Maoji people when they were scolding, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that everyone was addicted, he chuckled, and casually pushed the fine sand aside. A good painting was ruined like that.

Chu Junlan smiled and said, "Can Mr. Mao give me the words ordered by the emperor?" ”

Mao Jiren suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes were brighter than the lamp under the sand painting table, and he took two steps to get closer and said anxiously: "What is this painting method called?" Did you come up with it? Why did you just draw me as if I was looking in the mirror? Why does it look like a real person? ”

Chu Junlan smiled: "Mr. Mao, do you think I painted it?" ”

Mao Jiren suddenly calmed down, remembering what he said when he was disturbed three days ago and was unhappy and deliberately making things difficult, he couldn't help but blush: "Like ......"

"Then ask Mr. Mao to write the words ordered by the emperor to the little girl."

Mao Jiren nodded, coughed and said: "This, this is natural, you have to fulfill your promise, or you will worship the girl as a teacher first." "As he spoke, he took off his clothes and bowed down.

Chu Junlan was taken aback, where could she stand it if everyone knelt down to worship her like this? Hurriedly grabbed the Maoji man's arm to prevent him from kneeling.

"This can't be helped!"

Mao Ji people are very anxious about Chu Junlan's painting method, if they can't master this painting method, I'm afraid they will leave regrets in this life.

Not only the Maoji people, but even the dozen or so disciples of the Maoji people were all burning, and they only hated themselves for not being able to speak.

Chu Junlan held the Maoji people strongly, but he didn't let the old man kneel.

"It was just a joke that day, I can't do it seriously, the little girl is only a shallow learner, how dare she set up a drum and thunder gate? The reason why I came up with this trick is only because I really use pen and paper to paint, and I can't be the opponent of your old man's master, so this is ingenious and purely bluffing. ”

"No, no." Maoji people said eagerly, "You just used fine sand, more or less, dense or sparse, just sprinkled like that, my face is like a real one, not flat, just like a real person's face, I really have never seen you draw like this." You can say as many words as you want me to write, and you can write whatever you say, but let's also say okay, I will worship you as a teacher, and you will teach me that way of drawing! ”

Chu Junlan really couldn't imagine that the Maoji people would be so persistent, and he couldn't be helped, so he had to say: "I really don't dare to be an apprentice, my painting tools are left here, you old people can use them at will, I will also come to the door to disturb and paint with the old people, so I can learn from you, I don't know what you think?" ”

Maoji's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

At this time, looking at Chu Junlan again, it was pleasing to the eye everywhere, thinking of how difficult he was, he had no face for the little girl in public, but they still gave him face, didn't want him to apprentice, and was willing to teach him a new way of painting. The Maoji people really regretted that they shouldn't have been at the beginning for a while, and they felt quite embarrassed.

He also ignored his dozen disciples, ordered people to prepare pen and ink, personally rewrote the plaque of the immortal brew, and wrote four more bucket squares. Even the guise outside the brewery was rewritten.

Blowing dry the ink, the Maoji people smiled and said: "You don't have to rush to take these away, I ordered someone to make a plaque and a wine banner, and then frame the bucket square, and ask someone to send it to you, which can also save you a lot of effort." ”

Three days ago, the rainstorm and thunder, today has changed its appearance, Mao Guoshou is priceless words, and now he casually mentioned a plaque and a bucket for her winery, as long as there is a Maoji person's money on it, Chu Junlan believes that there will be many more people in his winery to watch.

Chu Junlan told the Maoji people about the painting method of sand painting and the light and dark tones when sketching for a while, and saw that it was getting late and it was about to reach the curfew time, so he took his leave.

The Maoji people were reluctant, and they were quite embarrassed to discuss: "This painting table costs a lot of money, how about I give you silver?" ”

"I'll give it to my husband. Sir's words are hard to find, I took advantage of it for nothing today, and I earned it for giving you a sand painting table. ”

On weekdays, others would definitely disagree with the Maoji people with this kind of philistine tone, but today he laughed when he heard it, and he only felt that Chu Junlan was a real person and had a true temperament.

Chu Junlan returned home smoothly, but within three days, the plaques, buckets and wine flags that the Maoji people ordered people to make overnight were all delivered.

Chu Junlan asked the guys in the store to change the plaque.

Many people on the lookers were discussing, and they were full of praise when they saw the words on it, and then they were more and more shocked when they saw the payment.

"I didn't expect Mr. Mao to carry a plaque for the immortals!"

"It's enough to prove how popular the fairy brew is."

"I heard that it was given by the emperor."

……

When Chu Huating came to the winery, he saw many people talking in front of the winery, and he saw his sister from a distance, so he squeezed to her.

"Lan Lan."

"Big brother?" Chu Junlan turned back with a smile, but saw that Chu Huating's face was a little wrong.

"But what happened? Let's go in and talk. Chu Junlan pulled Chu Huating away from the noisy crowd and walked all the way through the wine shop to the flower hall at the back.

Chu Junlan took the hot tea brought by Zi Yan and handed it to Chu Huating: "What's wrong with the eldest brother?" But what's unsatisfactory with Mr. Xie? ”

"No, the teacher is very good to me, I have really benefited a lot these days," Chu Huating held the white porcelain tea bowl, but did not take a sip of tea, looked at Chu Junlan, who was sitting next to him, and said with a complicated expression, "I know something today, and I think this matter should be known to you." ”

Chu Junlan saw that Chu Huating was so serious, so he also straightened his expression: "What's the matter?" ”

"Mr. Today told me that those who were in front of the brewery that day were all acting for him."

Chu Junlan sneered, "That's it?" I guessed it a long time ago. ”

"yes, I guessed that too. But I never knew why the teacher did this. Only today did I know that it was all because of the son. ”