Grind paper and lift the pen.

daze.

A stick of incense has passed...

A cup of tea passed...

A quarter of an hour passed...

Fang Jue looked at the white Xuanzhou silk wood paper in front of him, and carried a tycoon brush of forty taels of silver. He was stunned for a long time, and could not find any inspiration in his mind.

Instead, it hurts in pain.

Xuanzhou Prefecture has two major specialties: silk and silk wood paper, both of which are very valuable things.

Ordinary farms can support their family by planting dozens of silk trees and raising silkworms by mulberry leaves.

Xuanzhou silk wood paper is made of silk wood tree hearts that have been more than five years old. It has a soft and smooth texture, is shiny and white, and is not very dark and shallow to absorb ink, and is not easy to age and develop insects. It can be preserved for a long time. It is a good material for painting.

With one knife, at least thirty or forty old silk trees must be cut off.

Let’s just talk about it, this sum will be several five-zhu and several kilograms of meat.

Also, there is a fragrant ink emitting at hand.

Yunni ink is made of black stone crystal ore in a canyon in a thousand feet high mountain in the middle of Yunzhou. The ink is soft and free of impurities. It is the best pine smoke ink and is most suitable for drawing people and animals.

The canyon is so big, if one piece is mined, one piece will be missing.

In this transaction, there were several more than five zhu coins and several kilograms of meat.

As for the white wolf brush in my hand, it is actually a consumable, and it is just consumed a little slower.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Who said that people who are poor, rich and powerful, have to spend money on their own if they want to read a little bit of quality these days.

No wonder Grand Secretary Xin of the previous generation once sighed that a little ink on the desk was a thousand drops of blood from the people. Scholars were actually supported by the court, but they were actually supported by the people. They should also be sympathetic to the sufferings of the people and always take the sufferings of the people in their hearts.

"What do you want to do?"

Fang Jue came to his senses, laughed and patted his head. He really lived a little too leisurely life after traveling through time. Before he could drink, he became older. A county teacher would cheer the court's heart?

Carefully roll up the silk wood paper, put away the white wolf's brush and cloud mud ink,

Change to the affordable birch paper and ordinary pens and ink that the county provides free of charge, and practice your hands first.

Well, it feels much better this way, and it doesn’t hurt if the drawing is broken.

It seems to have some inspiration.

What to draw?

In this life, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the surroundings are simple people. They deal with innocent and romantic children every day, and their lives are comfortable and comfortable. Even ghosts seem to be so well-educated;

In the previous life, the steel jungle, the world's warmth and coldness, hardships in livelihood,

But there is also true love and beauty.

As long as you have a heart, you can enjoy the scenery and move your feelings.

With a thought, my eyes fell on a basket of eggs hanging on the eaves.

I recalled the day when Zhang and his son came to give eggs and thanked him when they left.

A small road in the field, one old and one young,

The old man was hunched over, and the young man in short straw sandals and clothes held her arm and followed her side with a shabby bamboo basket hanging in his arms.

The mother and son supported each other and walked slowly towards the distance. The clothes were simple and the steps were staggering, but they were filled with warm family affection.

A text I learned in my previous life jumped into my mind.

Every word and sentence is vivid in my mind

"He wore a black cloth hat, a large black cloth jacket, and a dark blue cloth cotton robe. He walked to the edge of the railway and slowly leaned down...

"He climbed up with his hands and shrank his feet upwards; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing a hard work..."

"When his back is mixed into the people coming and going, I can't find it anymore, so I come in and sit down, and my tears come again..."

"When I read this, in the crystal tears, I saw the fat back of the blue cotton robe and black cloth jacket..."

When I first read it, I didn't understand the true meaning and affection, and I didn't feel any touching.

On the contrary, because I have to recite it, I hate it very much.

Until many years after working, a certain old father came to Beijing to visit him and went to pick up the station. On the platform, he saw the old man with gray hair and slightly hunched back from afar. He was holding a big woven bag tightly and looked around nervously, and everywhere was out of place with the bustling big city.

Suddenly, tears gushed like springs, uncontrollable.

Words are temperament, poetry and paintings are the voice of the heart, emotions are touched and inspiration comes from their own origins.

My mind rippled, my eyes closed slightly, and I pondered for a moment.

Opening my eyes again, I was confident and I picked up the pen and saw marks.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a "back" was swung out.

There is no unnecessary scenery in the picture, and two twisted lines extend into the distance, outlining a path.

On the path, I saw an old man in coarse clothes, holding a cane with one hand and a bamboo basket in the bend of his arms with the other, walking tremblingly towards the distance.

"Huh, that's not bad."

Fang Jue looked at this back image and nodded with satisfaction.

After traveling through time, I only retained some of my physical memory. The first time I painted, I couldn’t say that I had superb painting skills, and I was even a bit crude.

I used ordinary pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so I didn’t expect to reach the sky in one step, so I immediately made the best picture scroll, and I’m afraid I don’t even have the best quality ones.

However, it's quite interesting.

Just like writing an article and a poem, you can place your feelings and feelings in it. Isn’t the emotions expressed in this painting the understanding and emotions that I just closed my eyes and pondered?

According to this, the best paintings are actually the same way, just the emotions and understanding they are integrated, deeper and more intense.

I just don’t know how a normal person can have such intense emotions and "seal" it in the painting. This is probably a kind of "Tao".

After waiting for a while, the ink dried up. He grabbed a handful of Wuzhu coins from the cabinet and put them in a sleeve bag. He rolled up the scroll, locked the wooden door, and walked towards the county.

I plan to frame it and hang it in the bedroom to commemorate my first painting, and it can also be used as a furniture decoration and is elegant.

Guodong County is a small place, with a total of less than 30,000 people in the county. There are only a few thousand people in the county, with fewer scholars and even less rich people. Most of them are honest farmers. Therefore, the classification of the shops is very rough and there is no special calligraphy and painting shop.

There is only one shop called "Rongbaozhai" that specializes in "luxury goods".

What are the pens, ink, paper, ink, scriptures, classics, antiques, gold and stones, exquisite objects, and even rouge and fragrant powder, Rongbaozhai sells them.

In short, it is all things that have nothing to do with food, drink and survival. The poor cannot afford it or use it.

When it arrived at Rongbaozhai, it was already the second hour of You, and it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon on Earth.

You, in ancient books, is the time of the day, and the time of dinner,

Before entering the door, I smelled a scent of meat coming from Rongbaozhai’s backyard.

"Shopkeeper Liu, are there any happy events at home today? How can you be willing to buy meat to eat?"

Fang Jue was very surprised and asked with a smile after entering the door.

This shopkeeper Liu is considered a "rich family" in the county and a rich man, but he is famous for being a stingy person. He has to spend a small amount of money and is reluctant to buy meat on weekdays.

I heard that every time my neighbor's house only needs to roast pork, he will hold the rice under the wall, tilt his neck, smell the aroma of meat coming from the next door, and eat a bite of white rice.

He is awesome!
Chapter completed!