Infrastructure: I survive in troubled times

Chapter 169 Contrast (four more)
Hong Lianshuo carried his son up the steps and went to the imperial study.

Standing outside the hall, the mother and son took off their straw sandals, their gray feet lifted up on the trouser legs and rubbed against each other, and the two pushed open the thick hall door with a creaking sound.

The books drying in the imperial study have been put away, and the wooden floor is so polished that it can shake out the shadows of people.

The cool floor is very comfortable to step on.

"Mother, how do you want to paint?" Hong Wangyue asked impatiently with his face raised.

"Draw on the ground." Hong Lianshuo found the white silk yarn and spread them directly on the ground.

I found a pen and inkstone again, and the ink had to be ground out first.

Unlike paper, the silk is a little soft. Hong Lianshuo instructed Hong Wangyue while grinding the ink, "Go get the paperweight on the table and press the silk on the silk so that it doesn't run away."

"Hey!" Hong Wang Yue Dian Dian Er ran to the desk and looked at the things on the desk, "Uh..." looked back at Hong Lianshuo and said, "Mother, what is a paperweight."

Hong Lianshuo straightened up and looked at the Kirin Zijin paperweight on the table and said, "Just the yellow-orange-orange thing on it."

"Hey!" Hong Wangyue stretched out his hand to hold the paperweight and said, "Yeah! It's so heavy!" He folded his arms in his arms, "So this is called a paperweight!"

"That's right! Press the edge, and the yarn will not run away." Hong Lianshuo stretched out his hand and held a paperweight to press the corner of the yarn.

"This can't be done! Run anywhere else." Hong Wangyue looked at the yarn silk blown by the breeze and said.

"Take the bamboo slips and press them down." Hong Lianshuo searched around, his eyes fixed on the bamboo slips.

"Hey!" Hong Wangyue's short legs were running back and forth, pressing the four sides of the two-meter wide and four-meter long gauze with a bamboo slip.

"Are you tired?" Hong Lianshuo asked, looking at Hong Wangyue, who was panting and sweating.

"I'm not tired." Hong Wangyue sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, his little hands grabbed his sleeves and wiped the dense sweat on his forehead!
"I really should let Sanya come over." Hong Lianshuo said while looking at the tired Hong Wangyue.

"I can do it! Brother Mo doesn't need to come." Hong Wangyue said anxiously after hearing the words.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Hong Lianshuo roared in a hurry, he laughed, "I've worked hard, son, are you thirsty?" He unfastened the water bladder on his waist and said, "Give me some water."

Hong Wangyue climbed over, took the water bag, opened the cork, and poured a few mouthfuls.

"My mother is so old, how do you draw it?" Hong Wangyue said, looking at the big silk yarn with big eyes like black grapes.

"Just draw like this!" Hong Lianshuo saw that the ink was almost finished, took a brush and dipped it in the ink, knelt in front of the silk and began to draw.

The lines flowed with the tip of the pen, and Hong Wangyue's eyes opened wider and wider, and he recognized it at a glance, "This is not the place we just passed by."

"Yes!" Hong Lianshuo said without raising his head.

"This painting is exactly the same as the real one." Hong Wangyue's round eyes and small mouth kept admiring, "Yah! Ah!" It's just that the language is lacking, and the only word is exclamation!

"Don't stand, you can watch when you sit down." Hong Lianshuo raised his clear eyes and looked at him dumbfounded.

"Oh!" Hong Wangyue sat down cross-legged, and stared at the tip of Hong Lianshuo's nose without blinking.

This painting, Hong Lianshuo drew directly to the setting sun, then slowly put away the pen, sat down, let out a long breath, and rubbed his numb knees.

"Mother, are you tired?" Seeing this, Hong Wangyue got up and walked over to look at her and said.

"It's alright!" Hong Lianshuo rubbed his wrist again and said, "It's really uncomfortable if you don't do it for a long time."

"I said the sun has set, why are you still..." Lin Nanzheng's familiar voice stopped abruptly.

"Take off your shoes when you come in." Hong Lianshuo looked back and said quickly, the shoes are dirty and don't step on the floor is full of mud.

Lin Nanzheng hurriedly took off his shoes, walked over in three or two steps, and stammered, "This is...you drew it."

"Yes!" Hong Lianshuo replied with a smile.

"This is too real!" Lin Nanzheng exclaimed, "Capture the tiger, capture the tiger, you are not exaggerating."

"I'll just say it!" Han Chuhu took off his shoes and walked in, "I can still lie to you." It's still shocking to see it again!
"With it, I have a preliminary concept in my heart. If you want to be accurate, you have to come to the scene to measure and calculate." Hong Lianshuo looked at them with warm black eyes and said.

"This is already very good. I can understand the whole picture more clearly and intuitively." Lin Nanzheng said with sincere admiration, and suddenly stared at her and said excitedly, "Hong... Mrs. Hong, this... this..."

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Hong Lianshuo couldn't come out of his voice when he looked at him in such a hurry.

Lin Nanzheng calmed down, looked at her and said, "What I want to say is that your drawing skills are used in the military..."

When Hong Lianshuo heard the words, he chuckled and said, "I remember the route we went hunting. I'm just waiting to draw it out and see how to set up defenses."

"Oh!" Lin Nanzheng paced back and forth excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

"Why are you so excited?" Hong Lianshuo looked at him incomprehensibly and said, this drawing is not difficult for him!

Hong Lianshuo's dark eyes looked at him and suddenly asked, "How did you draw this military map?"

"It's not as realistic as you." Han Yanhu pursed his lips and looked around the imperial study room, walked to the screen, and went around to the back, "I really found it." Turning around and looking at Lin Nanzheng, "Come and help."

"Oh!" Lin Nanzheng walked over, "What are you doing?"

Lin Nanzheng looked at the embroidery above and said, "The flowers and riches above have been chopped down."

"Look inside." Han Chuhu opened the messed up picture outside, and started directly, tear it up, tear it up.

"Map?" Lin Nanzheng said in surprise.

Hong Lianshuo stood up and walked over. The two had already lifted the screen and changed its face.

"It's that simple?" Hong Lianshuo looked at him in disbelief and said, simple thick lines marking mountains, rivers, and cities...

"It's that simple. If you don't know what to say, you don't know the exact location." Han Chuhu looked at her helplessly and said.

"Then the picture in this city is so simple?" Hong Lianshuo asked again curiously, "It should be very detailed!"

"Detailed! Compared with mountains and rivers, the city is much smaller, and it is easy to draw." Han Chuhu raised his eyes and looked around at the imperial study, "Especially this Weiyang Palace, there are detailed pictures on the front, side, top, and bottom. ."

"Of course, the place where the emperor lives, naturally can't be sloppy." Hong Lianshuo said sarcastically with a cold snort.

"Uh..." Lin Nanzheng was at a loss for what to say, and asked curiously, "Who did Mrs. Hong learn her painting skills from?"

(End of this chapter)