Taoyuan Mountain Village

Chapter 862 Golden Thatch Painting Paper

"Haha, I'm the squad, and the team has President Qian. Why are you here so suddenly? Even Mrs. Mei has been invited here. Please let us sit down and talk!"

Jiang Xiaoye put down the pen and immediately invited them to sit on the sofa inside.

The group was anxious, and naturally followed in.

"I'm leaving!" Jiang Huai, who came to rob the couplet, took the couplet and left.

"Remember to post it to my hometown!"

Jiang Yunshan shouted.

"Know that!"

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The village is busy posting couplets, and the old village chief also took a group of children from the village to post couplets to the elderly in the village from house to house. Naturally, the children are rewarded with lucky money and candy, and the village is beaming.

Jiang Xiaoye is making spiritual tea for them.

"Mr. Jiang, there is a very important thing for us this time." President Qian was fidgeting, stood up again, and pulled Jiang Xiaoye to motion him to sit down.

Sometimes he wanted to ask, but he really couldn't sit still.

"You can just say it. I thought you had a unique gift-giving time when you came here on the twenty-ninth of the New Year. But let me explain that I don't go out for anything. There are a lot of things in my village these past two days."

If this is for him to participate in some calligraphy and painting activities, Jiang Xiaoye is not in the mood to go, Chu Shiyuan will not go home to stay with him here, he does not want to go anywhere.

Pour the tea, Jiang Xiaoye handed it over and said: "Drink tea, this tea can relieve your fatigue."

These few people are very tired, Jiang Xiaoye can also see it.

"Thank you!"

"Troubled Master Jiang."

They were also very tired after riding the car all the way.

"Mr. Jiang, definitely don’t have to go out, but it will take some time for you, Mr. Jiang. A picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the opening ceremony of the Spring Festival Gala was accidentally destroyed. It was painted by a number of ink painters. It took six months to complete. The meter is one meter wide, Mr. Jiang, this time we came here to ask you to see if we can draw one. You are the world's first ghost and **** level. Now no matter who you are, it is too late to draw. We can only ask for help. is you."

President Qian looked at Jiang Xiaoye a little nervously. If Jiang Xiaoye refused, their calligraphy and painting association had finished their hard work in half a year. The opening ceremony of the painting exhibition was a manifestation of the long cultural heritage of China!

This time, the matter is important, and it is also related to the spread of calligraphy and painting culture.

"The painting is ruined? Can't it be repaired?"

Jiang Xiaoye was stunned for a moment. Feelings are here for painting? This is simple, and painting by myself is still very casual.

"It can't be repaired. Some accidents happened to our insiders and it was very badly destroyed. This painting was used to show the world our Chinese cultural heritage during the opening ceremony of the Spring Festival Gala. Now we can't get a suitable one. We have begun to rehearse other programs. This has a great impact on our Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association, and it also affects some of our cultural heritage. This matter is extremely important."

Bai Xingchen was even more impatient. He was responsible for this matter. The occurrence of this kind of matter simply caused him to die.

The master Ye Feng and the national calligrapher Mei Lao also looked at Jiang Xiaoye.

Jiang Xiaoye is the only hope.

"This one……"

Jiang Xiaoye pondered for a moment: "Do you need something very shocking?"

Jiang Xiaoye knows how important this kind of thing is.

"Yes, yes, yes, it can show the vibe of our Chinese mountains and rivers, and can show the cultural expression of Chinese calligraphy and painting. The more shocking the better, Master Jiang, how long can you see?"

President Qian was overjoyed, Jiang Xiaoye obviously agreed, but he began to worry about the lack of time.

"Time, is it too late?"

Old Mei feels too difficult.

It can be said that it is impossible to achieve, writing can be done, but ink painting, the preparation time for this thing is very troublesome, this is the work of a digital master for half a year!

"If it is too late, the problem is not big, but I need to use my own materials."

Since ordinary paper cannot bear the incarnation technique of all things, Jiang Xiaoye sent them a tea ceremony: "Painting is fine, but I still need help with one thing. I want to build a world-class calligraphy and painting learning center here. This painting will be hung in the school in the future, and you will support it in the future."

The Huaxia Go Association has agreed. The following is the Calligraphy and Painting Association, and Gu Wu, so he can do a bold job!

"There is no problem at all. We have already started discussing the number of places to study, but we also ask Mr. Jiang to teach more about painting in the future. After all, you are at the ghost level, the first ghost and **** level painter!"

President Qian nodded immediately, stood up and shook Jiang Xiaoye's hand in great joy: "So troublesome Mr. Jiang!"

"It's okay, if that's the case, I will prepare."

Jiang Xiaoye nodded, and there would be no problem at all when he painted a few paintings by himself. The real teaching and communication would depend on these old people. He just provided a place with his reputation in disguise.

Prepare special drawing paper!

Seeing Jiang Xiaoye's departure, Mr. Mei stopped talking. He wanted to ask who Jiang Xiaoye learned from.

But seeing people go far, he immediately went to see the couplet.

"Good words, good words!"

In this world, is there really such a born calligrapher?

Old Mei was amazed.

Jiang Xiaoye came to the forest farm. The mutated thatch has covered the entire pig shed. The long mutated golden thatch, some of which is wide enough to slap, and the length is spreading undulating, I don't know how many meters!

"Huh~"

A group of Piggy saw someone coming, and they ran over immediately, humming around behind Jiang Xiaoye, obviously to see if there was anything to eat.

More and more pigs are coming from the pig farm. They also know that when someone comes, they will sprinkle a lot of food, and some have ran to the edge of the stone trough waiting for the pig food.

No pig food, a lot of rain!

Jiang Xiaoye thought for a while, and immediately began to spread rain.

"Heaven and earth water spirits, listen to my meaning, turn the clouds and rain, fortune!"

Little cloth rain technique!

The light rain fell continuously in the sky, and the squeezing Piggy raised their heads. After the rain fell on them, they would automatically seep into their bodies and be absorbed.

The wild boar king also came, standing where he was bathing in spiritual rain.

More and more Piggy gathered.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xiaoye collected the spiritual rain, then waved his hand, several long golden thatch was cut off and flew to the sky.

"Boom!"

A purple fire appeared, and the piglets dispersed. The breath of the flame made them feel scared.

The golden thatch melted into one body and turned into a mass of liquid, which was quickly pulled apart to form a peculiar piece of paper more than ten meters long and two meters high, with streamers flowing on it.