small farmer

Chapter 367 The 15 Root Carving
"Ah, what a surprise, thank you Xiaofeng, I really like this painting!"

After a while, my sister-in-law calmed down, looking at the painting on the table, she was very happy.

"It's okay, as long as you are satisfied!" Zhang Feng said with a slight smile.

The little aunt lay on the table, looking at her portrait with fiery eyes, feeling extremely satisfied in her heart, feeling that she was like a fairy in the painting, slim and elegant, and she looked like a fairy, which made people feel that they dare not be profane.

"Xiao Feng, you painted your sister-in-law like a fairy, but you can't make me ugly!" The aunt saw Zhang Feng's excellent painting skills, and said to Zhang Feng jokingly.

"Hee hee, don't worry, auntie, the madman will definitely paint you well, showing all your dignity and beauty." Yiyi interjected with a smile.

Zhang Feng nodded with a smile, spread the drawing paper again, adjusted the paint, and drew a portrait of the aunt again according to the pattern just now.

While Zhang Feng was concentrating on painting, some old friends of the old man also came back from a walk. They were all amazed when they saw Zhang Feng's paintings. It is extremely surprising that there are such outstanding masters of traditional Chinese painting in the village.

"Young man, your painting skills are really surprising!" Seeing Zhang Feng put down his brush, a white-haired old man said in disbelief.

"Xiaofeng, this is your Grandpa Wang. He has collected a lot of calligraphy and paintings of famous masters, including those of Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian!" At this moment, the old man introduced Zhang Feng with a smile.

"Really, I didn't expect Grandpa Wang to be a big collector." Zhang Feng said with a smile.

"Where, where, I'm just an amateur in calligraphy and painting. If the young man has the opportunity to go to the provincial capital, we can have a good exchange." Grandpa Wang said with a smile, such a young man can have master-level painting skills , is really impressive, so I invite you as an equal, hoping to exchange knowledge on calligraphy and painting.

"Thank you, Grandpa Wang. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely come to ask for advice." Zhang Feng smiled and said modestly.

"Okay, old Wang, stop talking about your paintings and calligraphy. You are making yourself look like a cultural scholar. In fact, you haven't even graduated from junior high school!"

"Good old Yang, you have no culture, why don't you allow others to pursue you!" Mr. Wang said angrily.

"What is your pursuit? You have spent hundreds of millions of dollars on those collections, why don't you see a slight improvement in your calligraphy and painting skills? I think you are just pretending to be a cultural person." Grandpa Yang was blunt and sharp. Grandpa was in bad shape.

"I...I don't have the same knowledge as you, a big bastard!" Mr. Wang couldn't quarrel with Grandpa Yang, turned his livid face, and stopped talking angrily.

"Okay, okay, Lao Yang, please stop saying a few words. Last time, didn't you say that you like the root carving coffee table? There is a golden nanmu tea table at Xiaofeng's place. Let him take you to have a look!" The old man hurried over to smooth things over.

When Mr. Yang heard that Zhang Feng had a coffee table made of nanmu wood, he stood up in surprise, and pulled Zhang Feng away. His movements were so fast that he didn't look like a rare old man at all.

"Hmph, this old thing!" Seeing that Grandpa Yang was gone, Mr. Wang turned around.

The two are old enemies, they have known each other for decades, when they responded to the call of the country, went to the mountains and went to the countryside, and worked as a youth in a remote mountain village in the city,

It was there that the two formed a deep friendship. If the two of them didn't quarrel every day, they would feel uncomfortable all over their bodies. But when they woke up the next day, they talked and laughed again, completely forgetting what happened yesterday. unhappy.

And the hometown of the old man is not far from where they were recruited, and they are all in the same brigade, so they became good friends. As time goes by, it becomes more profound, just like fine wine, it lasts for a long time.

But on the other side, Grandpa Yang was completely stunned after seeing the golden silk root carvings in the courtyard.

The Jinshen coffee table in front of me is extremely beautiful, brilliant and changeable, as bright as gold.

It is said that under the light of different colors and different strengths, Jinshen will have different visual aesthetics.Even if the light source is fixed, viewing from different angles will have a completely different look and feel.

The old man watched very intently. Although he kept walking, he remained silent, appreciating Jinsinan's beauty from different positions and angles.

In the eyes of Mr. Yang, the beauty of Jinsinan is flowing, changing scenery with steps, flickering light and shadow, and golden waves like illusions, which make people ecstatic.

"Okay, that's great!" In the eyes of Mr. Yang, Jin Sinan is like a beauty with ever-changing transformations.

"Xiaofeng, you must sell this coffee table to me!" Mr. Yang said excitedly, he was very satisfied with this coffee table and determined to get it.

"It's okay, as long as you like it all the time!" Zhang Feng himself still has one, and he has no particular preference for Jinsinan, so he readily agreed.

"Haha, thank you Xiaofeng, how about 15?" Grandpa Yang was very pleasantly surprised when he heard that Zhang Feng agreed to sell it to him. He immediately took out his mobile phone and prepared to transfer the money.

"No, you can just give me 15, old man!" Now that Jinsinan's market has collapsed, the market price is like this. The price of [-] is already too high, and Zhang Feng doesn't want to take advantage of the old man.

"How can this be, Xiaofeng, you have such a good craftsmanship, not only is it worth 15, but [-] I think it's a bargain!"

Mr. Yang shook his head. He also likes to drink tea. He has seen all kinds of expensive root carving coffee tables, but the craftsmanship and materials are not comparable to the one in front of him. Money is hard to buy. The old man is very fond of the tea table carved by Zhang Feng. satisfy.

"Haha, Xiaofeng, Lao Yang is a big local tyrant, you must not be polite to him." Right here, Grandpa Yiyi and the others also followed curiously. Hearing the conversation between the two, the old man said with a smile .

"Yes, old man Yang is a nouveau riche, if Xiaofeng wants me to be you, I will kill him hard!" Grandpa Wang encouraged with a smile.

"Old man Wang, you have the nerve to call me a nouveau riche, a coal digger, are you still shameless?" Grandpa Yang refused to suffer at all, and immediately turned back.

"Why are you shameless, you are a fake medicine seller!" The two old men pinched each other again, their faces were red and their ears were red, and it was very lively.

"Well, you two are so old, you are still noisy here, and you are not afraid of the jokes of the younger generation." The old man knew that the two were not really angry and quarreled, and knew that this was the fixed plot of the two of them. , There will be sparks.

"Ignore this old thing, Xiaofeng, give me your account number, and I'll transfer the money to you..." Grandpa Yang shook his head, and then said to Zhang Feng.

Soon, 15 oceans were transferred to Zhang Feng's account. After the transaction was completed, Mr. Yang was so happy that he immediately invited Mr. Wang and Mr. Wang to drink tea together. The two talked and laughed, and Zhang Feng was stunned.

(End of this chapter)