Just as Jiang He happily took the "huge money" of one hundred wen he earned and ate the hot meal in the store, the county magistrate Chen Youzhi was a little worried. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lord Zhongzhou Thorn Shi has recently returned to his hometown and province, this is a major event, and he must be grandly entertained to receive the wind and wash the dust. And this thorn history has nothing else to do, only likes to taste fine wine and appreciate beautiful paintings. This wine is easy to do, there are more than a dozen cans of high-quality daughter red in the cellar of their old house, this painting was also prepared, Chen Youzhi two years ago he worked hard to get the big painter in Kyoto City, Master Ning and the master personally painted a picture of pine longevity.

But I never expected that a few days ago, the house was noisy, and the painting was gnawed away, and it was no big deal, but this thorn history must not lack a corner and a few edges, and then it is a beautiful work If it is incomplete, he can't raise half of the interest.

Of course, there are still some works of predecessors in his family, but this adult does not like the old works of his predecessors, and only likes some contemporary ones.

In desperation, a few days ago, Chen Youzhi convened a painting tasting meeting with the county gentry, hoping to use this to read a few high-quality paintings, and then prepare to borrow one or two satisfactory works to fill the number. Although Chen Youzhi doesn't know how to paint, he knows how to appreciate paintings, otherwise he wouldn't be deeply appreciated by the history of assassination.

But Chen Youzhi finally saw the paintings hidden by those gentry, either some old masterpieces bumped or the pen power was immature and did not enter the eyes of the law, so there is still no satisfactory work.

"Ah, sir. Otherwise, I said you can just borrow a picture and show it to Lord Thorn. Seeing Chen Youzhi's house pacing, the county magistrate was bleak, so she couldn't bear to persuade her.

"No, no, in my last correspondence with Master Li, I mentioned that I have a fine painting, and it will surely satisfy him. Chen Youzhi waved his hand, even more annoyed.

"This time he came with great anticipation, and he must not be fooled. ”

Chen Youzhi walked to the table and poured a cup of tea, and the housekeeper asked outside the door.

"Old butler, you're back. Chen Youzhi hurriedly went to the door to greet him.

The old butler hurriedly came with some scrolls of paintings, and before he had time to salute, he handed them all to Chen Youzhi. Chen Youzhi took it, walked to the study, and spread out the paintings one by one. These paintings have just been made by some talented painters in the county, and Chen Youzhi looked at them one by one, shaking his head again and again in disappointment.

"They are all top-grade, but they don't have everyone's demeanor, alas, they have lost their way by taking the road of their predecessors. ”

Chen Youzhi came out of the study, staring at the picture of pine life extension that he hung on the wall, and sighed again.

"If there is no good work, it can only be replenished with this. Hmph, this time it must have been stolen by those old opponents. Chen Youzhi thought of this, and the tea in his mouth was tasteless, like drinking white water.

The housekeeper and the county lady didn't dare to speak when they saw him like this, so they quietly withdrew from the room and walked out of the courtyard.

"Alas, Chen Youzhi is really crazy. Mrs. County Ling walked in front and couldn't help sighing.

The housekeeper followed behind and whispered: "The county magistrate is also a person who loves painting, and it is rare to have such an elegant style, and it is no wonder that the adult is there." ”

Mrs. County Commander also acquiesced to the housekeeper's words, shook the splendid fan in her hand gently, and asked, "Have you invited all the painters in the city?"

"Yes, I invited all the slightly famous painters near the county this week. ”

I don't believe that this week is so huge that I can't even find an extraordinary painter. ”

The housekeeper was stunned, "When you say this, I think of someone, but this person is a little strange." ”

Mrs. Prefectural looked back at him.

"There was a Jianghu painter in the east of the city recently, and it was rumored that he painted a hundred pieces on the first day, and the next day he would have to pay a piece, and on the third day, it would rise to one or two. . . The neighborhood vendors thought he was crazy. ”

"Did he ever buy his paintings?"

"I heard that only one was sold on the first day. ”

Mrs. County Ling looked clear, turned her head and continued to walk outside the courtyard.

After walking more than ten steps, he stopped.

"You go see the painter and buy one. ”

The housekeeper looked at Mrs. County in surprise, and then put away his doubts and led the way out.

。

Jiang He has been reading books for the past few days, and no one cares about him in front of the stall, so he sits under the willow tree with a stool, from morning to night, for several days. But every day the banner in front of his booth will change, from one hundred pieces on the first day to ten or two now.

Except for the wild dog, who continued to crouch by the wall and watch him with interest, no one cared about the mad painter.

The book in Jiang He's hand is called "Notes on the Book of Hundred Books", which is probably a book like literary annotations, some of which are shabby, the first two **** borrowed from the bookstore to read, in addition to several painting appreciation and historical works, etc., he put them in the small bamboo basket behind him, and there were a few newly bought brushes in the bamboo basket.

Occasionally, when he was tired of reading, he took out the calligraphy to trace, Jiang He's learning ability is very strong, and in just half a month, he has roughly mastered the words and language here, and even the customs and customs are also understood. It's just that there is not much left for painting the young lady, Jiang He wondered if he should change the strip of cloth back, and the psychology of advertising seems to be not very applicable in this region where the material civilization is not very high.

Just as he was still reading the verse of his predecessor, the butler quietly came to his stall.

The butler knocked on his table and pulled him back from his fugue.

"Little painter, you only paint portraits?"

Jiang He looked up at him and shook his head.

The housekeeper looked at him with interest and said slowly: "Then I'll give you a tael of silver, and you can paint me a landscape painting." ”

Jiang He smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed to his banner.

The butler watched his movements, and suddenly burst out laughing, and the fat on his face trembled with his laughter.

"Hahaha, you dumb painter, you really don't know the height of the sky. ”

Then he turned around and smiled at the vendor across the street, "My housekeeper Liu is in Dushui City, but it's the first time someone hasn't bought my account, hahaha." ”

Those vendors all stared at Jiang He with some surprised expressions, and they all cast pity on this dumb man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, as the butler of the county magistrate, no one dared to say no to calling for wind and rain in the east of the city, just to take you a painting for free, and you have to pay a smile without complaining.

Jiang He was still unmoved, and the book in his hand gently turned the page and continued to read.

The housekeeper who followed the housekeeper was about to come forward and lift the stall of the river, but was stopped by the housekeeper.

"Boy, you're good. ”

The butler finally stopped smiling, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and grinned.

"Okay, good, good, I'll give you ten taels of silver, if you can't draw a famous painting." Tomorrow you may have to paint a portrait of yourself. ”

He took out ten taels of silver from his pocket, threw it on the painting table, and smashed one of Jiang He's drawing papers.

Jiang He frowned, but still took the money into his arms. Then take out the pen and paper from the basket and start mixing the ink.

The housekeeper kept two fierce and vicious servants in front of the river stall, and then walked to the market with his hands behind his back.

The ink was almost in tune, and Jiang He began to write.

He knew from the book that people in this world like landscape paintings. With strong ink and color as the main feature, and pay attention to the expression of meaning, pay attention to the details, with a concise style of painting but a unique aesthetic with profound meaning.

It's not that hard for the river.

。

It was past noon when the housekeeper came back to pick up the paintings, and Jiang He's paintings were quietly spread on the table waiting for the ink to dry. After the painting was finished, he continued to read the book on his own, regardless of the two family members in front of him.

The two families were illiterate and didn't know when to pick up the paintings, so they had to stand and wait for the housekeeper to come back.

The housekeeper is the old servant of the county commander, and he has been an adult's scholar since he was a child, although he doesn't know too many words, and he hasn't read a few books, but he still has three points of knowledge about the painting, and he knows that this is almost the time to hand it over when he looks at the painting on the table.

He looked at the painting on the table with some surprise, and then at the young man who was still looking down at the book. The butler muttered, the flesh on his face squeezed into a heap, his eyes narrowing into a line, he wanted to say something, but he still didn't. He walked over to the table, carefully checked that the ink was dry, and carefully rolled up the painting. Jiang He didn't look up at him the whole time.

"Let's go, go home. ”

The housekeeper led the family to the county mansion. After crossing the bridge, I couldn't help but look back, Jiang He was still looking down at the book. He carefully held the painting and couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

"When did such a monster come to Dushui City? ”

He looked at the banner that swayed gently in the wind: "Portrait, ten taels and one pieces." ”

I can't help but feel arrogant, and my heart is over.

Looking at the housekeeper and seeing it go away, Jiang He finally relaxed, and it was indeed a little tired to force his composure.

In fact, he wasn't sure if the painting just now could meet the aesthetic standards of the southerners, but fortunately, Jiang Hechang breathed a sigh of relief.

Ten taels of silver fell heavily in his pocket, bringing him a definite answer and a sincere feeling.