Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 180 Danqing Handbook
He Chang woke up early in the morning, went to the greenhouses alone, and found that all the vegetables in the 30 greenhouses had grown up, and there were green seedlings all over the ground, with a knowing smile on his face.

Call Wang Fugui and ask him to tell those people in the village who transferred the land to come and ask Cai Ying to sign up to take care of these lands.

"The first rain on the rose and the setting sun set, the moonlight embroidered on the water surface, the dream is long and the dream is short, the painting screen is pierced by thin smoke, the frosty leaf paper is full of love..."

He Changzai had nothing to do by himself, lit a cigarette, hummed a little tune, and went up the mountain.

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang, which was crisp and sweet, and extremely beautiful.

Painter Zeng Fan gave out red envelopes!

If you don't explain it, you just grab it!
Damn, I got it!

Danqing Handwriting, plus the Four Treasures of the Study!
The Danqing manuscript in He Chang's hand turned into a stream of light and jumped into his mind, and he immediately mastered the contents.

As for the four treasures of the study in my hand, the pen is a lake brush, the inkstone is a red silk inkstone, the ink is Hui ink, and the paper is rice paper. They are all old and priceless good things!
He Chang was looking at the things in his hands, thinking that this is the rhythm of making money!

Taking a puff of smoke, he walked straight towards the mountain.

Not far away, I saw some young men and women gathered around a silver-haired old man who was dressed in simple clothes, not tall but hale and hearty, and admired one of his paintings.

"Mr. Huang, this picture of your mountain dwelling is bold in writing and meticulous in dyeing, it is really vivid!"

"Mr. Huang, in the wooden house you drew, the woman in the red dress who just left the house is so beautiful, I can feel my heart beat!"

"Mr. Huang, your painting is criss-crossed with ink and colors. The composition is fresh and elegant. The picture is vivid and fascinating. There is nothing to choose. At least one can sell for three or four million yuan. It's not a problem!"

……

Huang Shi looked around at his disciples and said:

"You guys are not bad in aptitude and talent. When you reach my age, you will definitely surpass me and draw better works... Each of you draws a work here today. I will comment on it for you, so it can help You recognize your own shortcomings and grow faster!"

"Thank you teacher, I will start to conceive and prepare to draw!"

"Hey, I have an idea, I'm going to draw a picture of making clothes!"

"I want to paint those houses in the village!"

"I want to draw that peculiar white chicken on the mountain!"

……

He Changzai stood in place, stagnated for a while, walked to the edge of the mountain spring, on a flat bluestone, and squatted down.

Put the inkstone away, pour in the ink, and grind it with an ink stick.

Spread the rice paper flat on the ground, glance at the surrounding scenery, have some ideas in my heart, calm my mind, pick up a brush and dip it in ink, and start to draw.

Not long after, a picture of a idyllic landscape with a very early morning, desolate weather, clear smoke forests, deep mountains, and a thatched hut in the mountains, with flowers planted in front of the door and vegetables behind the hut, was presented.

He Changzai puts the brush on the inkstone and looks at the picture in the painting where the bed is half covered with a quilt, and a man hugs a plump, breasts half-exposed, eyes full of affection, a beautiful woman who wants to refuse and welcome.

The more I watched it, the more I liked it, and I couldn't help laughing loudly, "The fun here is so wonderful!"

At this time, some apprentices in Huangshi not far away who were painting were interrupted by He Changzai's laughter, and it became very difficult to write again.

A woman in a skirt with picturesque eyes looked at He Changzai, and snorted coldly, "It's all my fault, what a smirk, it disturbed me, and I couldn't draw it anymore!"

People around spoke one after another.

"This guy is really disgusting!"

"He looks like he's holding a piece of paper!"

"It's ridiculous that a mountain villager also deserves to paint!"

"As my old disciple Huang, this picture of making clothes can be sold for at least three or four thousand, and this kid ruined it!"

"Let's go and settle accounts with this kid!"

"I am coming too!"

……

Huang Shi stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, looked at the disciples, and said with a smile:

"You are able to be disturbed by others, which proves that you are not devoted enough to painting, and you are not focused enough...Since ancient times, there have been many strange people in the mountains and fields. Let's go, follow me to see the paintings drawn by that little friend!"

A group of disciples felt that what the teacher said made sense, so they nodded.

Looking at He Changzai, who was about the same age as them, each of them lost interest, and felt that it was impossible to draw a good work with the conditions of the other party.

But seeing Mr. Huang was very interested, and they all followed.

Not long after, a group of people came to He Changzai who was admiring the painting.

As soon as Huang Shi walked in, he noticed the pens, inks, and inkstones on the ground, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Judging from their appearance, these things are all old objects.

The lake brush is from the Southern Song Dynasty, the red silk inkstone is from the Tang Dynasty, and the Hui ink is from the Qing Dynasty.

A man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, seeing Mr. Huang's eager eyes looking at the things on the ground, couldn't help but ask:

"Teacher, are you interested in the kid's pen, inkstone and other things on the ground?"

Before Mr. Huang could open his mouth, the woman with picturesque eyebrows beside him had a contemptuous expression on his face, and said disdainfully:
"I'm just a villager in the mountains. If there are any good things, I think there are nine out of ten. These things on the ground are all bought from the second-hand market!"

The people around were disturbed by the creation just now, and they felt resentful, and they all echoed.

"I think so, these things look ordinary, no big deal!"

"A rough man from the mountains, who paints with some worthless gadgets, is not worthy of elegance!"

"Look at the rice paper in his hand. It's old and yellow. It's not too shabby to paint without money!"

……

Since ancient times, a good horse matches a good saddle, and a sword matches a hero.

For a painter, what he loves most in his heart is naturally a set of four treasures of the ancient study with collection value and historical traces.

Huang Shi was very fond of the pen, ink and inkstone on the ground, as well as the paper in He Chang's hand, and scolded the group of disciples around him:

"You guys know nothing, don't say anything else, if I read it right, the paper in this young man's hand is a tribute paper from the Tang Dynasty. Who said it was shabby just now? You despise shabbyness, so give me a piece of paper!"

During the Tang Dynasty, it was still royal tribute paper!
Hearing this, a group of young men and women were shocked.

They know that the older the rice paper is, the more valuable it becomes.

A piece of rice paper from the Tang Dynasty, as big as He Chang is in his hand, would cost at least tens of thousands to 10,000+ yuan in the circle.

If the royal tribute paper is added, the price will at least double, and it will be hundreds of thousands!

The man who just said that the paper was shabby turned red, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Compared with these papers, Huangshi valued He Changzai's paintings more, and asked him:
"Little friend, can you let me see your painting!"

"Why not!"

He Changzai looked at the expectant expression of the old man in front of him, said something indifferently, and slowly unfolded the painting in his hand, showing it in front of him.

Looking at this pastoral landscape painting, the group of people were all dumbfounded and stunned.

(End of this chapter)