a little painter

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Chu Hui didn't know whether he was losing money or gaining money, but seeing that Aunt Zhou had a benevolent face and he couldn't turn waste into treasure, he agreed at that time, so he went home to get the land deed.

After Chu Hui left, in the small courtyard of the Zhou family, the daughter of the Zhou family came out: "Mother, is it too cheap for you?"

"Stinky girl, you know how to speak for outsiders. Our farmland was sold to save your brother from military service. How can there be any extra money for him? What does this stranger know? At worst, your father will come back from hunting to help you. He's a little bit." Zhou's mother also knew that she had taken advantage of others, so she decided to make up for it in the future.

Aunt Zhou's husband is a native of the Zhou family village. Although his family is poor, he is loving and harmonious. If the imperial court hadn't suddenly conscripted soldiers last year and sold a few acres of Susukida for their son, they would not have fallen into poverty. As a hunter who has no land to rely on, fortunately, the uncle worked hard this week. He took his son to hunt in the mountains all day long, and he and his daughter did some embroidery work. The life is not bad.

Zhou Fei'er smiled coquettishly when she heard the words, pulled her mother's arm and said coquettishly: "My daughter knows that mother is the most kind-hearted." After saying that, she thought of the young man with a handsome face and a gentle face, and couldn't help but look forward to seeing him a few more times. noodle.

After Chu Hui rented out the land, she went to the city to buy some needles, thread and handkerchiefs. She didn't forget to buy two side dishes, and she still had three hundred cash in her pocket. She wondered if she wanted to change to a different way of making money. Otherwise, how will I live in the future? I can barely make ends meet, but there are still two people in the family, so I can't let the mother and daughter suffer with her.

On the sparsely populated country lanes, the people returning slowly are still thinking about ways to make money, completely unaware that they have already regarded others as a family in their hearts, and the so-called goodwill is no longer enough to express.

Although Mrs. Liu and her daughter have accepted the family's kindness, there is a saying that no merit will not be rewarded. Although Mr. Chu did not say it clearly, the mother and daughter can be asked by others, and only the daughter is the one. Even though she was grateful for Chu Hui's shelter, when she thought about these things, she became a little panicked.

During dinner, Liu Ziqing was not surprised that this person would satisfy her request, and she didn't know where her confidence came from.Seeing her mother's hesitant expression, she lowered her head and put away the handkerchief and needle and thread. It's not that she didn't think about whether this person would commit herself to him if she was asking for it, but she believed more in her heart. This man is candid.

Some things should not be speculated before they happen, and some things are not good to say.

Liu's mother and daughter began to embroider handkerchiefs in full swing, and Chu Hui not only did not set up a painting stall under the overpass for several days, but ran among various calligraphy and painting shops. Landscape freehand brushwork rarely appears in fine brushwork or figure painting, and the techniques of expression are immature.

That's right, how can a thick and heavy brush draw meticulous meticulous paintings?What to do after market research, should be to find business opportunities, where things are rare and expensive, in this case, let's give it a go.

After spending almost all the money on his body, Chu Hui locked himself in that small room. First, he drew a shallow cross in the middle of a piece of paper, and the thin straight line gradually elongated, dividing the piece of paper. Come out with four blank parts.

After a little thought, she picked up the charcoal pencil, and as the sun rose and the moon set, small pictures unfolded in front of her eyes, which was worthy of her years of learning to paint.

On the blank space in the upper left corner of the first painting, outside the faint green hills, there is a small nunnery in the peach blossom forest at the foot of the hill, and there is a letter on the gate of the nunnery: Peach Blossom Nunnery.Looking at the upper right corner, I saw an old man standing tall with a scroll in his hand in the Peach Blossom Nunnery.

The small picture in the lower left corner shows the old man bowing down to water the peach trees in front of the Peach Blossom Temple.In the lower right corner, the old man is holding a jug in his left hand and pulling a branch with his right hand, and the peach blossoms are falling.

Next, either sit on the ground under the peach blossom tree, or fall asleep among the flowers drunk, leaning against the tree to sleep, each painting is divided into four small pictures, and a poem is written on each small picture, and finally the five paintings are drawn together. The [-] small pictures are coherent, and every line of the above poems is combined together to form a complete "Song of Peach Blossom Temple"

Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Taohua Fairy in Taohua Temple.The peach blossom fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms in exchange for wine.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you get drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.Half-awake and half-drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

I hope that the old and dead flower wine room will not bow in front of the horses and horses.Those who are rich are interested in cars, dust and horses, and those who are poor are those who are poor.

If the rich and the rich are compared to the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky.If the poor and the lowly are compared to a carriage and a horse, he has to drive me free.

Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through.There are no tombs of heroes in the five tombs, no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields.

After spending these days in this world, Chu Hui has roughly come to the conclusion that this is an era of advocating literature and not martial arts, which is very similar to the Song Dynasty in history, and it is not just a disaster but a blessing.

The paintings I made are similar to the original comic strips, but I don’t know if they will be liked by the people here. She has always been fond of Tang Bohu’s poems, so when she was about to find a new way, the first thing she thought of was this The first Peach Blossom Temple song.

So, under the flyover on the second day, there was still the same small painting booth, still the same little painter, the difference was that this time the little painter no longer painted portraits for people, but slowly unfolded five paintings in front of the booth , seems to be for sale.

The sun moved slowly from east to south. Two or three farmers passed by, but they ignored it after a glance. Three or two peddlers stopped, couldn't understand, and shook their heads away.

After a long while, some scholars stopped to watch occasionally. A complete peach blossom poem was recited several times. Every time they saw people amazed and left, only a few "good poems, good paintings" came from a distance.

As the sky was getting late, Chu Hui's heart slowly sank to the bottom. At the end of the day, although many people asked, there were no buyers.As expected, she was too optimistic, she packed up the picture scroll dejectedly, and returned to the small courtyard with a dejected expression.

Liu's mother and daughter have seen Chu Hui's actions in the past few days. Although they haven't looked at it carefully, they have seen it from a distance. This Mr. Chu's painting skills are unheard of, but they are too different. Not seeing is a good thing.The originally self-satisfied young man was hit by this blow, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

Liu Ziqing even wanted to say that she could draw a few strokes by herself. Although she was not as good as everyone else, maybe she could exchange some money in this small town, but she looked at the depressed Chu Hui, hesitated for a long time, and still couldn't say these words out. .

Chapter 5

into the night.

The late autumn night breeze blows in, and the person on the bed tosses and turns, unable to sleep at night. She is really a clever woman who can't live without rice. Life is far from being as simple as I thought. It's better to go to the official road and find a carriage to drive myself back. .

After a while, Chu Hui felt a faint sense of guilt because of this self-defeating thought. Although God closed a door, there will always be a window, even though the window may not be able to be opened.

In the Hualou in Jiuqu County, dancers in costumes dance on the stage, and the people watching are either young men in brocade clothes, scholars in common clothes, or wealthy businessmen... Various people sit under the stage or upstairs , silk and bamboo linger in the ears, occasionally there are voices of high-spirited talk, and there are not a few people who recite poems and paint.