Monument Yangmen

Chapter 3 Simple strokes
With the help of Wang Gui and Yang Hong, Yang Yansi settled down in the small building.

The interior decoration of the small building is very simple, with carved doors, babu beds, moon-shaped bookshelves, Arhat couch, sandalwood tables and chairs.

On the moon-shaped bookshelf, there are full of classics and strategies of war; on the desk, there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones, all kinds of necessities.

Yang Yansi didn't expect that the three generations of Yang Ye's ancestors were all born in the army, but they attached great importance to the cultural education of their offspring.

The furnishings and items in the room are all prepared according to the needs of literati, and there is no trace of the roughness of the military general's family, but a bit of the charm of a scholarly family.

In the early morning, the lazy girl Ah Qi unexpectedly got up early, and opened the window in front of the desk to ventilate.

Clean water and dry towels for washing were also ready, and Yang Yansi got out of bed shaking.

Yang Yansi is not disgusted with the way the ancients brushed their teeth, but rather likes it.

The tender willow branches are dipped in green salt, and the astringent taste of willow branches is accompanied by the salty taste of green salt, which is very interesting.He hates the feeling of toothpaste in later generations making his mouth foamy.

After a simple wash, he frowned and ate the breakfast made by Ah Qi.

"Ah Qi, the food you cook is too unpalatable."

"Is it unpalatable?" Ah Qi tilted his head and blinked his eyes, took a sip of his own breakfast, and threw up.

"It's really unpalatable."

"Shichiro! Shichiro!"

Just as the master and servant were having headaches over the unpalatable breakfast, there was a burst of shouting from the small downstairs.

Pushing open the window, I saw the eldest son of Wang Gui's family, carrying a lunch box downstairs, laughing cheerfully and giggling.

Wang Jin carried the lunch box up the small building, raised the lunch box in his hand, "My father told me to bring you breakfast."

Yang Yansi took the lunch box from Wang Jin's hand, opened it, and found white steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and egg custard, all of which were simple but rich in nutrition.

"Thank you Uncle Wang for me."

Wang Jin smiled stupidly, "Qilang, you are welcome. My father said that we are all one family. One family does not talk about two different languages. My father knows that you did not bring a cook when you came, and Ah Qi is not a good cook. .So I will bring you and Ah Qi’s food every day.”

Thanked Wang Jin, and sent Wang Jin out of the door.

Back in the house, Ah Qi obediently sat at the dining table.

Yang Yansi glanced at it, then shook his head secretly and smiled.

She doesn't even know how to steal food, what a silly girl.

A bowl of white egg custard has a spoon mark on it, the evidence is too obvious.

Yang Yansi pretended not to notice, and tasted the pickled vegetables, which were not bad.

After eating a little, Ah Qi was sent to clean up the dishes.Yang Yansi sat alone at the desk in a daze.

He was waiting for the eunuch who brought fresh melons and fruits to arrive.

Looking around, Yang Yansi suddenly noticed that on the west side of his own courtyard, there was also another courtyard. The decoration in the other courtyard was very luxurious, with small bridges and flowing water, pavilions, pavilions, golden lacquer around the beams and painted pillars.

In the garden of the other courtyard, there is a pear wood desk with a piece of rice paper on it, and an old man is splashing ink with a brush.

The painting on rice paper has a somewhat realistic feeling, but it uses the technique of ink painting.It feels like the drawing is nondescript.

Yang Yansi had some mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. Seeing the old man's clumsy skills, he felt uncomfortable and frowned frequently.

"Young man, the old man is painting, but you are frowning frequently. Do you think the old man's painting is not good?"

Across the wall, Yang Yansi was in a conspicuous place on the second floor. The old man in the other courtyard had noticed Yang Yansi long ago. Seeing Yang Yansi staring at his painting with disgust on his face, a little anger rose in his heart.

Across the courtyard wall, the old man's voice sounded like a bell, reaching Yang Yansi's ears.

Hearing the old man's question, Yang Yansi nodded sincerely, "It's really not good. And it's very clumsy, it feels like a child with a disheveled hair is painting."

In the past few days, the old man was used to being complimented by others, and suddenly he heard harsh words, and he couldn't accept it in his heart.

"Zhuzi is talking nonsense! The old man's drawing skills are like a child with a disheveled head, and your painting skills are probably not as good as a child with a disheveled head."

Yang Yansi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled calmly: "Although it is not as good as a shaggy boy, it is worse than you. I guess you are drawing portraits, and you want to draw them realistically, but you can't draw them well. You are not talented, but you can draw them. A painting better than yours."

"Teach the others!" The old man blew his beard and stared.

Yang Yansi didn't pretend, he went down the small building, got on the ladder, and climbed over the wall.

As soon as he jumped off the wall, he bumped into the servant who rushed to serve the old man in another courtyard.

"Bold and lunatic, in broad daylight, climbed over the wall and entered the room, begging for a beating... Someone! Protect the master."

The old man frowned, and raised his hand to stop the old butler from expressing his loyalty, "What are you talking about, I invited you here. You all go down."

The guards who rushed in retreated after being reprimanded by the old man.

The loyal old housekeeper followed closely beside the old man.

Yang Yansi walked up to the old man, looked at the old man's paintings under the old man's fire-breathing gaze, and shook his head frequently.

"The old man invited you here to compete with you, not to look at your disgusted eyes."

The old man's tone was not kind, and the loyal old housekeeper stared at Yang Yansi like a vicious dog. Once the master spoke, he would jump up and bite the guy who made the master angry.

"Let's make a question!"

Yang Yansi said something calmly.

The old man looked around in the yard, finally cast his eyes on the old housekeeper, pointed out, "Let's take him as the topic."

"Okay!" Yang Yansi readily agreed, picked up the brush, and sketched a few strokes on the rice paper.

The old man leaned over to take a look, and a stick figure version of a naive old dog appeared on the paper.

The old butler also took a look, his eyes spit fire, "How dare you humiliate our family?"

When the old butler got angry, his voice became a little shrill.

Yang Yansi leaned in front of the old man, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Look, when he gets angry, doesn't he look very similar to the one on the painting?"

The old man took a closer look and found that they were somewhat similar.Just as he was about to nod, he saw the old servant who had served him for more than ten years looking at him resentfully.

"Cough cough..." The old man coughed dryly, "Boy, Anan has been with me for more than ten years. I don't allow you to humiliate him."

Yang Yansi smiled brightly, "Just kidding, you don't have to be so serious. Let me draw again."

Yang Yansi wrote again, and after a while, the stick figure version of the old housekeeper appeared on the paper.

"A few strokes, but it outlines a person's demeanor..." The old man stared at the painting on the rice paper, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Yang Yansi made the last stroke, dropped the brush, and looked reminiscent.In the past, he used this skill to catch up with his girlfriend.

"Although this painting technique is simple, it can accurately outline a person's fat and thin body, appearance characteristics, and even a person's characteristics."

The old man pondered Yang Yansi's painting, stroking his white beard, "It looks simple, but there is some truth in it. It's just that this kind of painting may not be elegant."

Yang Yansi agreed with the old man. Although stick figures are simple and clear, and the characters and animals depicted are very imaginative, it is difficult to give them as gifts or put them in the hall for people to watch.

"That's right! So, there is another painting technique that can reach the Hall of Elegance."

"What is it?" the old man asked.

Yang Yansi gave the old man a bright smile.

"I will not tell you!"

"Forehead……"

(End of this chapter)