SFS Chapter 241 Drawing Girl
Chapter 241 Drawing Girl
Ancestral craftsmanship, and here will produce the most special paintings.
Su Zhen smiled and said, "It's Aunt Mo. I am honored to meet you."
Aunt Mo said to her daughter, "Ling'er, this girl wants to order a custom folding fan, and she wants your second uncle and your eldest brother to work with you to paint it."
Hua Ling'er asked: "What is a folding fan?"
Folding fans only appeared in the Song Dynasty in Chinese history.
There is no such thing in the world of Da Qi.
Su Zhen glanced around and said, "I'm not good at this, but the painter is very clever and skillful. She will definitely be able to make a folding fan that satisfies me. I'll make one for you to see."
She took a small knife and shaved some bamboo strips to make the fan ribs. She punched round holes on all the bamboo strips and then used a piece of wire to thread them together. When the wire was unfolded, it formed a semicircle, and when it was folded, it formed a single wire.
Hua Ling'er understood, "This is a fan that can be folded, so it's called a folding fan."
"Yes, that's right. I want to use the best oil paper on it and paint a beautiful picture of mountains and rivers." Su Zhen said excitedly. The first folding fan in this world must have special meaning.
"Miss, the fan frame is well carved, although the iron wire that fixes it is not good. I will replace it with the best one later. But Miss, can my family make more folding fans like this and sell them?"
Hua Ling'er understood the wonderful use of the folding fan at a glance.
Su Zhen said: "Of course, but the inn in the city is full. I wonder if my friend and I can stay here for a few days. We will pay for the accommodation."
How could she know that she was full when she clearly hadn't even been to the inn?
Aunt Mo said, "Okay! Okay, it doesn't matter how long you stay, young lady. I'll ask my niece to clean up the guest room."
They were taught how to make a new type of folding fan, which is a profitable business.
Fox Erlang sent a message: "What are you doing here?"
"Get some literary energy. The spiritual energy here is also called literary energy, which is the energy of literary immortals. I won't live here and stay in a dirty place like an inn."
Fox Erlang never thought that there was such a person. In order to bask in the other person's literary influence, he moved into the other person's house, but he was a new acquaintance.
No wonder the eldest brother said he was worried that she would be cheated. She was willing to take risks just to get some literary attention.
Hua Ling'er found the lock nails again and fixed the fan ribs. She originally planned to make oil paper, but later changed it to gauze paper, which is made by bonding a kind of gauze and oil paper and then specially mounted. It is waterproof and will not fade for many years after painting with the best pigments.
After selecting the materials for the fan, Hua Ling'er found her second uncle and told him that the client wanted a landscape painting and that her second uncle was the best landscape painter in their family.
Uncle Hua took a look and picked one from among his several landscape paintings.
Hua Ling'er said, "That girl is very beautiful and has a fairy-like figure. She will definitely like this landscape painting."
Uncle Hua nodded and used the best paints to paint a landscape painting at night.
Hua Ling'er is making a fan, Hua Ershu is painting a landscape, and the birds, animals and people in the painting are painted by Hua Ershu's son Hua Dalang. Hua Dalang is best at drawing figures, and the figures he draws look like they are alive.
The next day, when Su Zhen saw the painting, Hua Ling'er said, "This painting is the one my second uncle saw when he attended the Taishan Martial Arts Conference. Are you satisfied with it, young lady?"
"Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied!" Su Zhen picked up a pen and wrote a poem on another piece of paper: "How is Mount Tai? The green of Qi and Lu is endless. Nature has endowed it with divine beauty, and yin and yang divide the day and night. Clouds rise in my heart, and returning birds fly into my eyes. I will climb to the top and look down on all the other mountains."
Hua Ling'er looked at the calligraphy. It was beautiful in both calligraphy and poetry. It was a perfect match with her uncle's landscape painting. "Miss, the folding fan will be ready in a while. It must be great."
"Just ask Uncle Hua to stamp his seal on the painting." She smiled shyly, "I especially like Uncle Hua's paintings."
Uncle Hua smiled helplessly.
If someone likes it, it is the greatest compliment to them, so naturally they will not refuse it, since he is not a famous artist.
By noon, Su Zhen's folding fan was ready.
Su Zhen held the folding fan in his hand, was silent for a moment, and then printed the seal of "Fairy Shu Zhen" on the other side of the inscription, which made it more perfect.
"Ling'er, how much silver?"
"Miss Guan, you are joking. How can we charge you for teaching us how to make folding fans? This is a gift from us. I hope you like it."
Living here, I was tortured by having a sword with inscriptions and seals on it.
Su Zhen stayed here for one night. He practiced in the space last night and it really felt like he was living in a fairyland. In just one night, he advanced one level to the third level of Nascent Soul.
She took advantage of the favor and painted some screen styles, saying that she wanted to order custom-made screens with pictures, also requiring landscape paintings, and each landscape painting had to be inscribed with her own words. Her explanation was, "I really like painting landscape paintings of my second uncle." In order to prevent the other party from refusing, she forced two thousand taels of silver notes into Aunt Mo's pocket.
Aunt Mo asked, "You don't need so many?"
"I just want to make the painting for the screen, not the screen itself. The screen is for the painter, and I thought it would be beautiful if it was made this way." Su Zhen added, "Auntie Mo, the painting of Second Uncle is so good, let alone two thousand taels, it is worth two hundred thousand taels in my eyes." Auntie Mo said helplessly, "You say that because you like his paintings so much."
"I also like Ling'er's and Da Ge's paintings. Their paintings are so spiritual. Ling'er's flowers are alive, Da Ge's birds and characters are alive, and the landscapes painted by Er Shu seem to have souls. It's great..."
Everyone likes to hear good words. To the painter, Su Zhen is just a customer who is obsessed with his paintings.
Mrs. Mo couldn't refuse, so she had to accept the silver.
Another night, Su Zhen entered the space to practice again, absorbing the painter's unique literary energy. Since the first folding fan was made, her calligraphy has been connected with the painter's paintings. The making of the folding fan is the painstaking effort of the painter's three people, and it also has the painter's unique spiritual energy. Now this is no ordinary object, but a spiritual-level treasure fan.
Su Zhen went to the arena in the square of the City Lord's Mansion to take a look. It was now a place where martial arts masters from all over the country were competing, starting with martial artists and swordsmen. The arena competition would be held for a month. The first half of the month was all about martial artists and swordsmen competing. There were too many people in this group, so the top fifty had to be ranked. After that came the rankings of great martial artists and great swordsmen. It would be held for five days. In the whole world, there were no more than twenty to thirty great martial artists and great swordsmen. Then the martial arts masters and sword saints would come out to compete and compare their rankings.
Su Zhen went to watch two shows, but was not very interested, so he continued to wander around the streets and alleys of Wumeng City.
On the third night, Su Zhen felt the fluctuation of literary energy while practicing. Curious, he left the space, became invisible, and searched for the fluctuating literary energy. The literary energy was emitted from the painter's ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall is located in the hall of the painter's backyard. The hall is the ancestral hall, and on both sides are the east and west wing rooms. The painter's second uncle and his son live in this yard. The painter's second uncle lives in the east wing, and his son and daughter-in-law live in the west wing.
A young woman was doing needlework. "That Miss Guan really likes the paintings in our family. I don't think she looks like a person from the underworld, but more like the daughter of a scholarly family."
"She really likes the paintings in my family. Today, a guest said a few bad words, and she started an argument with him, and even scolded the guest away..." Hua Dalang said with a smile. He is now perfecting his father's landscape painting, and he is the one who paints the figures, birds, animals, etc.