"I don't understand rice paper, I just want to practice calligraphy." Meng Yan said truthfully.

"The main difference between raw Xuan and cooked Xuan is the degree of penetration. Raw Xuan has a high penetration and cooked Xuan has a low penetration. For calligraphy, half-cooked is the best." Ji Xiaomin walked to the rice paper stand, took out a stack of rice paper, and asked:

"How many do you want?"

Meng Yan looked at the one-meter-long piece of rice paper in Ji Xiaomin's hand and wondered how to write on such a large piece of paper. Then he looked at the small piece of rice paper on the desk and asked, "Do I need to cut it?"

"It seems that you are a complete layman." Ji Xiaomin held her forehead again, her movements were cute and pretty.

"I really don't understand. On a whim, I wanted to learn calligraphy." Meng Yan admitted openly.

"My house uses high-end rice paper, and the cheapest one costs more than 20 yuan a piece. If you are a beginner practicing calligraphy, you should not waste rice paper." Ji Xiaomin put the rice paper back, then looked around the shelf and took out a few pieces.

"Water writing cloth" was handed to Meng Yan and said: "This is water writing cloth. You can write with a brush dipped in water. When the water dries, the writing disappears and can be used repeatedly."

"This is good, I want this."

Meng Yan really couldn't afford the rice paper that cost more than 20 yuan a piece. Just now he almost wanted to say give me 500 pieces first.

Fortunately I didn't speak.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to pay, and your embarrassment level will be completely high.

"Come and try." Ji Xiaomin spread the water writing cloth on the table and handed a brush dipped in water to Meng Yan.

"How do I hold a writing brush? I don't know how to hold a writing brush." ​​Meng Yan was a little dumbfounded.

"If you dare, I'll sell you a few sheets of water-writing cloth, and I'll have to recruit an apprentice." Ji Xiaomin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I can pay the tuition."

"My family does not accept students. However, I happen to be bored, so I will teach you for free." Ji Xiaomin picked up the brush and asked: "Do you know the eight methods of Yongzi?"

Meng Yan: "Uh, I don't know."

"To write the word Yong, you need to use the eight most basic strokes, namely dot, horizontal, vertical, lift, hook, left, short and back." Ji Xiaomin explained while demonstrating, "These eight strokes can

He writes most Chinese characters, so he is called the Eight Methods of Yongzi."

After the demonstration, Ji Xiaomin handed the brush to Meng Yan and taught him how to catch the brush.

After getting the brush, Meng Yan's hand kept shaking. He said it was horizontal and vertical, but the "horizontal" he wrote was as crooked as an earthworm, and the "vertical" he wrote was also crooked.

The words look like they have been chewed by a dog, they are very ugly.

"Let me teach you. Relax your wrists and arms and feel my strokes." Ji Xiaomin rolled her eyes and simply grabbed Meng Yan's hand and gave her a genuine step-by-step instruction.

The girl's hands were soft, and Meng Yan's heart was also soft.

After writing "Yong" in this way, the data panel in sight changed.

[Name: Meng Yan]

【Energy: 15】

[Shooting Master: 7/400; Hidden Weapon Proficiency: 85/100; Calligraphy Proficiency: 1/100]

it works!

A little less energy, but more calligraphy proficiency.

You can learn calligraphy!

Meng Yan became excited instantly.

"Don't shake your hands, relax." Ji Xiaomin reminded.

"good."

Meng Yan completely relaxed his arms and wrists and carefully felt Ji Xiaomin's brush strokes. He, who was still confused at first, suddenly had many indescribable insights.

Meng Yan was led hand in hand to write the word "forever" three times. Ji Xiaomin let go of his hand and said, "Just write it like this."

Meng Yan took a deep breath, recalled the way he used his pen before, and wrote seriously on the water writing cloth.

At first, the written words were naturally very ugly.

But he will improve every time he writes, and gain a lot of experience every time he writes. At the same time, his control of the brush becomes more and more comfortable. Gradually, his hand stops shaking, and his writing becomes more and more light and heavy.

My handwriting is becoming more and more accurate.

Ji Xiaomin, who was standing next to him, had a look of astonishment on his face and asked: "Have you really never practiced calligraphy?"

"No. This is the first time. I didn't even know how to hold a pen before."

Ji Xiaomin found it unbelievable.

How can someone who just started practicing calligraphy make such rapid progress?

"Maybe I am a genius." Meng Yan was a little proud.

"Since you have talent, you should practice hard. Add water to the brush to write on cloth, a total of 30 yuan." Ji Xiaomin packed the water to write on cloth and the brush and handed it to Meng Yan.

Meng Yan asked while paying the bill: "Your studio doesn't recruit students, and the products you sell are niche. How can you make money?"

"Selling words."

"How much does a set of calligraphy cost?" Meng Yan asked curiously.

"That's probably true. It depends on both the size and the degree of care. If you write casually and the size is not particularly large, the price will be around 3,000. If it is a work created with care and stamped with a high-quality seal, it will be expensive.

No, there is no fixed amount, and my dad may not even be willing to sell it for 100,000 yuan."

Calligraphy is so profitable!

Meng Yan was surprised and happy.

It seems that learning calligraphy is the right thing to do. This profession is very profitable.

For a hundred thousand words, you only need to write seven or eight, and you will have a house; write two or three more, and you will have a car; write a few more, and your parents' pension insurance will be secured.

Take a day off and continue writing. You don’t have to worry about the bride price for your wife.

This special code is not writing, it is simply printing money!

Immediately, Meng Yan asked curiously: "Why don't ordinary works be written with care? If every word is written with care, wouldn't it be possible to make more money?"

"What I mean by intention is to write works that contain artistic feelings. When people buy calligraphy, of course they have to write carefully, but if you are serious you can only write good calligraphy, but not good works of art."

Meng Yan doesn't know much about art, but he also knows that artistic inspiration is something that can only be encountered but cannot be sought. From this point of view, it seems that one hundred thousand words cannot be written in batches.

It doesn't matter, it's okay to write 3,000 yuan.

A word costs 3,000 yuan, and if you write one or two hundred paintings, you can get hundreds of thousands.

The more Meng Yan thought about it, the more excited he became, and asked: "If my calligraphy is good, can I sell it for money?"

"You are a beginner and you don't even know how to use a writing brush. How can you have the nerve to sell your writing for money?" Ji Xiaomin was speechless.

"Just asking out of curiosity." Meng Yan was very concerned about this as a way to make money.

Ji Xiaomin: "Selling calligraphy is easy to say and difficult to say. As long as you meet these two points, your calligraphy can be sold for money."

"What two points?" Meng Yan asked.

Ji Xiaomin: "The first is level, the second is fame."

Meng Yan thought for a while and realized that the problem of proficiency is easy to solve. With the jade pendant in hand, he will soon be proficient. As for how fame works, he didn't understand this aspect, so he asked for advice: "How can I become famous?

"

Ji Xiaomin sighed: "The so-called fame is nothing more than flattery in the circle. To tell you the truth, the calligraphy circle is actually quite messy. Many so-called calligraphers simply exaggerate themselves and get certificates of one kind or another.

The trick is to fool rich local bosses and those arty fake tricks."

"Your dad is from the calligraphy circle. Is it appropriate for you to say these things?" Meng Yan tested it in a joking way.

Ji Xiaomin curled her lips and hummed: "I'm talking about my dad. My dad is a typical example, with third-rate calligraphy skills, second-rate certificates, and first-rate pretentiousness. His calligraphy skills are not necessarily high, but he is good at fooling local bosses.

A set.”

Meng Yan was dumbfounded and thought: How did Ji Xiaomin grow up so big? It is a miracle that he was not beaten to death by his father!

I can't take this topic up.

He changed the topic and asked: "What happened to you yesterday? You were in such a hurry that you didn't even want to play basketball!"

Ji Xiaomin sighed: "You don't understand the annoying things. By the way, let's leave our contact information and play ball together next time. Playing alone is too boring."

Meng Yan didn't understand it at all.

Didn’t you say before that you really hated playing basketball? Now you want to ask me to play basketball. What does that mean?

Is there something wrong with your brain?
Chapter completed!