Although everyone in Guanyin Village is sure that Wan Changsheng will definitely be able to do a good job in this art training class.

But this is still an unprecedented new thing for Guanyin Village, and they all come to watch the training class of Changsheng.

Fortunately, Wan Changsheng is also used to being watched.

Overnight in the paint workshop to make all kinds of preparations, Huanhuan took the more than ten children of his own family to busy him, and opened the door to receive students early the next morning.

The scale was much larger than expected, and fifty or sixty children from the surrounding villages were actually sent by their parents.

The reputation of Guanyin Temple, is indeed thunderous around, even if you have not seen anyone, you must have heard the name, many families are around the Guanyin Temple to make a living, even if the stall business around the temple must be monopolized by the two Jiasun families, do incense, cut yellow paper and various supporting activities also bring a lot of income to the surrounding villages.

So I heard that Wan family and children opened art training classes for free to teach crafts, and the enthusiasm was extraordinary, and this was the first day, and new children were stuffed every day.

Early in the morning, at the door of the 10,000 paint workshops, there is an endless stream of vehicles from all villages and families to send children!

Wan Changsheng stood at the door and nodded to the parents who sent their children to the training class and thanked them for their support.

The parents were more polite, like the villagers seeing the Red Army: "Changsheng teaches children, that is a great blessing, if you don't obey, you will be beaten!" Hit hard! ”

"That's right, after the winter vacation, these stinky boys are tossing around in the village, no matter what you teach, Changsheng is really grateful to you!"

"Come on! Kowtow to Brother Changsheng! ”

The children who were inexplicably sent by their parents to be beaten were silent, and they were even more afraid of the legendary Wan family brother, who was older, but a little unruly and impatient.

Wan Changsheng saw it in his eyes, and whispered to Huanhuan to analyze: "This is the result of discipline, people are like crops, if they don't take care of it, they will grow wildly, and they have to be taught from an early age." ”

Huanhuan nodded heavily: "Okay!" ”

As a result, there were more children than expected, and Wan Changsheng had to arrange to find some stools, but the class had no impact.

The windowsill and door of the paint workshop are crowded with villagers to watch the excitement, and the most annoying thing is that some parents still can't stop scolding their children at the window not to move, and they are directly smashed with the soles of their shoes if they have a big temper.

When Wan Changsheng stepped up to the front of the podium, he felt like a bully who oppressed the apprentices, and the parents forced their children to applaud and welcome him.

He really wants to drive these villagers away, and the Spring Festival is approaching, isn't the Guanyin Temple also thriving, what are they doing here.

But let's be yourself, he is already very skilled, go to the front, and draw a little boy in the front row on the pre-hung four-page white paper, it is better to sit quietly and not move.

Drawing a portrait similar to a sketch on the side of the body is now very familiar to Wan Changsheng.

The collar is just a few random strokes, focusing on the face, a bit similar to Dürer's sketches, the lines are very bright and concise, but the shape is very accurate.

The exclamation rose instantly.

The surrounding areas of the three villages and five townships have long known that the paintings in the Guanyin Temple were painted by Wan Changsheng, but it is the first time that I have seen the process of his painting.

When Wan Changsheng painted the portraits of his grandfather and mother a few days ago, he observed that everyone had never seen this kind of Western sketching method, and the vivid expression was the essence of this painting method, and he also said while painting: "Have you ever seen a foreign artist painting in a tourist attraction?" Painting such a picture is ten yuan, dozens of yuan, learn this craft, and in the future on the street outside the Guanyin Temple, I will open a shop dedicated to painting portraits for tourists, and you will be able to make money. ”

The children's eyes were instantly attracted.

The younger ones feel that the paintings are good-looking, and the older ones are already beginning to know the benefits of money.

It turns out that if you learn to draw this, you can make money!

With such a simple starting point, the villagers standing outside were amazed: "Changsheng is really Wenqu Xing, look how similar this painting is!" ”

"The boy of the Zhou family at the entrance of the village, it looks like it!"

"But it doesn't seem to be the same as the one painted in the temple?"

"You know what, this is Western painting......"

Wan Changsheng was happy, happy from the bottom of his heart, looking at these children from seven or eight to fifteen or sixteen years old, looking up at himself with eager eyes, he was in a good mood, and he couldn't wait to teach him: "In the future, the temple will also recruit people to follow me to paint the paintings on the wall, and those who really paint well can follow me to college...... That's it! ”

The wide-eyed baby on the snow-white painting paper, the vivid appearance, is indeed very different from the techniques of traditional Chinese painting, and ordinary people can also see at a glance whether it looks like it or not.

Wan Changsheng's relaxed and simple appearance obviously gave everyone a psychological hint, this matter is very simple.

I couldn't help but follow.

Attracting attention first, feeling where the benefits of learning are, Wan Changsheng put on the still life fruit again, and it seemed logical to start teaching sketching.

This is really a little bit of a teaching from how to hold a pen.

Jia Huanhuan took the bamboo strips, supported his waist in the back, and saw who was naughty, and pia's would be pumped over!

What a hit!

He still hated that iron could not become steel: "Brother Changsheng finally persuaded the family to do good deeds, do you dare to waste it?!" Chen Family Xiaoer, if you touch Ji Duoduo's clothes again, I will break your hands! ”

That really can't tolerate the hard work of Brother Changsheng in vain, dare not listen to the class, toast and not eat and drink!

I cried four babies on the first day!

But even if they went back to cry, they were still sent by Thanksgiving Dade the next day!

Compared to Lao Cao's training class in the city, he didn't dare to offend anything carefully, and it was completely handed over to Master Wan to fight casually!

But think about it, after the winter vacation, these boys are tossing around at home, whistling all kinds of skins up and down the mountains and down the sea, and now they can be sent to Wanjia, which is known for their learning and craftsmanship, even if they can't learn things, they can worry about it at home.

Full support!

And there were even more children who came the next day, and even a few children who went to the city for the Spring Festival were called back.

In three or five days, more than 120 children sat inside and outside the paint factory, and it is said that all the school-age children in the surrounding four or five villages were stuffed over!

Including the Wan family and the Jia family, these elders still underestimated the influence of the Guanyin Temple in the surrounding area, and also underestimated the idea that the farmers now want their children to learn well.

Grandpa and Uncle Jia both heard the news and came to watch the grand occasion.

Compared with the Guanyin Temple before the Spring Festival, which was full of pilgrims, this paint workshop was crowded, and the door was full of scenes of watching the lively villagers at any time, and anyone praised Wan Changsheng.

Everyone can see that Wan Changsheng is really working hard to teach the child seriously.

The polite Sven is gentle, and in just a few days of teaching, it was quickly divided into twenty or thirty children who obviously like to draw, and their progress in painting is also obvious, and they are put together in a group.

Other honest kids who are serious about class, but slow progress, another group.

Don't disturb the order, but have no choice but to follow the painting and play a small half, this kind of just get together to draw and play.

There are only seven or eight stubborn guys, Wan Changsheng scolded first, scolded and didn't listen to Jia Huanhuan's beating, and dared to hang Erlang It doesn't matter, then just get out of the door and drive out.

Even if a few of their parents came over the next day with their children who were beaten and bruised and swollen, Wan Changsheng didn't accept it: "If you can't read it, then go to work early, I only teach the children who can teach." ”

No one dared to scold Wan Changsheng, so he had to turn around and beat his own baby again, and these guys who took him away, regardless of the surrounding villages, Guanyin Village, and even the four major families.

Wan Changsheng has always been this attitude, the Buddha is still only destined for people, those who can't pull and can't pull away will not bother to pull at all, save some effort to pay to the people who are eager to cherish, that is the most effective.

This kind of fair attitude made the surrounding villagers have nothing to say, and even many adults, in their thirties and forties, listen to the window every day with a shy face, and then bring paper and pen to follow the drawing.

Wan Changsheng let them in and formed a circle next to them.

Grandpa was very surprised, and after the sixth aunt also came to see it, he paid for it without saying a word, and let the lunch arrangement for the class here be regarded as an all-inclusive package.

Including Uncle Jia, they nodded thoughtfully.

This is called the Buddha of ten thousand families!