small farmer

Chapter 22 Painting (seeking recommendation for collection)

Everyone smoked a cigarette, watched TV for a while, and then left. Only cousin Zhang Yi was left here.

"Ah, the new 55-inch TV looks cool." Zhang Yi looked at the TV excitedly,

"Brother, you don't know that the broken TV in my house has been used for two centuries, and now it beeps when it is turned on, and I worry about whether it will explode every time." Zhang Yi said more and more excitedly.

"Two centuries? Aren't they all antiques?" Zhang Feng asked suspiciously.

"That is, I bought it in 99, what is it not two centuries?" Zhang Yi was very dissatisfied with the home TV.

After hearing Zhang Yi's words, Zhang Feng understood immediately, and then asked, "Don't you have a computer, and you usually watch TV?"

"The computer screen is too small, watching the show is a little uncomfortable!"

"Hehe, since it's too small, why don't you buy one yourself. Anyway, TVs are not expensive now. I bought this for 1888, which is less than two thousand." Zhang Feng said with a smile.

"Oh, forget it, if I want to buy it myself, I'll just watch the computer..." Zhang Yi shook his head reluctantly when he heard Zhang Feng's words, and went to the market with his father to do business by himself. He saved more than 1 yuan, and he would not want to spend [-] yuan to buy a TV.

"Hehe..." Zhang Feng smiled, he already knew what this kid was thinking.

After watching for a while, Zhang Yi was called back by his second aunt.
After turning off the TV, Zhang Feng lay on the recliner, feeling a little idle. Seeing the bare walls at home, Zhang Feng seemed to have thought of something, and immediately got up and got into his room.

Soon, Zhang Feng came out with a few sheets of rice paper, as well as old brushes and inkstones.These outfits were all used by Zhang Feng's grandfather before. The old man Xie and Fang went to a private school for two years before, so he can write beautiful calligraphy.

These things have been kept in the glove box before, until Zhang Feng went to middle school to learn calligraphy, and Zhang's father turned them out of the box.

Later, the two younger sisters also used it when they were learning calligraphy. It can be said that this set of brushes, ink, paper and inkstones has almost become a family heirloom of the Zhang family, and has been used by three generations of the family.

When he found the empty walls of his home just now, Zhang Feng suddenly remembered his elementary calligraphy and painting skills, so Zhang Feng thought, why not paint some paintings to decorate the home?

So Zhang Feng studied the ink, spread out the rice paper, and prepared to paint.

"What should I draw?" Suddenly Zhang Feng's eyes lit up as if he had found inspiration.

Suddenly, Zhang Feng pushed the ink pen horizontally, and the edge of the pen was pulled down, and the body and tail of a ox were clearly outlined. Zhang Feng seemed to have a plan in mind, with precise pen and ink, and he drew the main body in less than a quarter of an hour.

Soon, within a cup of tea, the painting on the rice paper took shape.

I saw a child wearing a bamboo hat, sitting on top of a yellow ox, singing loudly. Suddenly the child heard cicadas singing, followed the sound, and saw black cicadas hanging on the willow tree.

Looking at his first and maiden works, Zhang Feng smiled slightly and was quite satisfied, "Well, it seems that the basic calligraphy and painting skills are really good."

Zhang Feng couldn't help feeling that the system was amazing. A person like himself who had no foundation and no talent for calligraphy and painting could actually draw beautiful ink paintings after using basic calligraphy and painting skills.

Zhang Feng then filled the painting with a short poem by Qing Dynasty poet Yuan Mei:

The shepherd boy rides the yellow ox, and the singing vibrates Lin Yue.Wanting to catch the cicada, he suddenly shut up and stood up.

Hanging such paintings at home not only has a simple rural charm, but also is full of rural fun.

Afterwards, Zhang Feng made a few more paintings on the spur of the moment, almost all of which were imitated by his predecessors. One of them was "The Picture of Seven Donkeys" painted by Huang Zhou, a master of modern Chinese painting, but Zhang Feng named it "Guizhou" in a funny way. The Donkey;
Then Zhang Feng painted several rural paintings, one "Flock of Chickens", one imitating Zhang Daqian's "Lotus Picture", one based on Gao Ding's ancient poem "Village Dwelling" and the last one "Rafting on Moon Lake" describes the scenery of Moon Lake.

Because these are just Zhang Feng's trial works, the paintings are not so delicate. The five paintings only took Zhang Feng more than two hours, and the average time for each painting was only half an hour.

Although these paintings are not Zhang Feng's masterpieces, the level of these five paintings is not bad, at least much better than most so-called brick artists.

"Oh! Crazy brother, are you drawing?"

"Is it the homework assigned by your teacher?"

I don't know when the little duck ran in, saw the painting on the table, and asked in surprise.

"No..." Zhang Feng thought it was funny and shook his head, thinking that he has graduated for a few years and still do homework?

"Oh, madman brother, why do I feel that this kid looks like me?" The little duck looked at the shepherd boy on the table and asked in confusion and surprise.

"Really? Maybe your face looks more popular." In fact, Zhang Feng originally drew it in the image of a duckling, but Zhang Feng still teased the little guy.

"What is popularization?"

"It just looks ordinary and common."

"Oh! So madman, do you still have cucumbers from your house?" The little guy's thoughts jumped, and he quickly kept thinking about Zhang Feng's cucumbers. As long as there is something to eat, the child in the painting has been temporarily abandoned by him. To cloud nine.

"It's in the backyard, you pick it yourself..."

"Haha, madman brother, I'm going!"

"Hey! By the way, don't break the melon..." Seeing the little guy's impatient look, Zhang Feng urged again.

"I see..." The little guy quickly disappeared into the room.

Fix the five paintings on the table with a paperweight, and then Zhang Feng checked online to see if there were any shops that sold mounting materials. Soon Zhang Feng searched the Internet, and sure enough, there were everything on the Internet. Soon Zhang Feng found one An online shop with a good reputation, I placed an order, and it is estimated that the goods will arrive in two or three days.

Because Qingshan County is too small, there are no special mounting shops, and there are some in the city, but Zhang Feng doesn't like their skills, because the basic calligraphy and painting skills include mounting skills, so Zhang Feng simply tried it himself, anyway My own trial work, if you break it, just draw another one.

"Well, madman, why are your cucumbers so delicious?" After Zhang Feng placed the order, the little duck also came out with a few big cucumbers in his arms, biting the cucumbers while walking.

"Don't you know? Someone else's is always the best." Zhang Feng made nonsense with a smile.

"It seems to be true. Last time, Da Mao and I went to the top of Dongshan to steal cucumbers, and they tasted delicious."

"You bastard, the top of Dongshan is the land of the third wife's family. You dare to steal cucumbers from her house. If she catches you, she won't tell your father and let your father beat you up..."

"Oh, madman brother, please don't tell her..." The little duck seemed to have heard the name of the third grandma, and was immediately at a loss for what to do.

The third grandma is the most vicious person in the village, she is very stingy, if any child steals from her house, she will definitely block the door, so she is not very popular in the village.

Zhang Feng was also very naughty when he was a child. He knew that the third wife was very fierce. Every time when the cattle were herding, Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi went to steal her family's corn cobs, and then secretly roasted them on the mountain.

At the beginning, I was lucky and never missed a single shot. Unfortunately, I often walked by the river without getting wet shoes. Once the mountain was very foggy, and the two of them plunged into the cornfield without investigating well. One corn, the unlucky Zhang Yi was caught by the third wife.

Poor Zhang Feng and Zhang Yi were caught and blocked by the third wife. In the end, Zhang’s father and second uncle apologized humbly, and the family paid ten yuan, so the old woman gave up. From then on, Zhang Feng and his wife never dared to steal anything from her house.

(End of this chapter)