Chapter 13 Invite her in person

The dinner went quite harmoniously.

The next day.

Jiang Sheng was grinding charcoal in his yard, and his originally white hands were stained black by the charcoal.

She asked the old mother in the small kitchen for the charcoal. It had just been taken out of the stove. It had strong coloring ability, but was too fragile. She wanted to grind it into thin and long shapes, but several charcoal charcoal had already been worn out.

Shan Zhi looked at her hands and couldn't help but persuade her: "Girl, just tell your servants to do whatever you want to do. This... it's not good for others to know if you make your hands so black."

How can any of our ladies be so careless about their own manners?

Shan Zhi is the first-class maid of Yu Sheng Courtyard, and there is another one named Shan Nai who was sent out by Jiang Sheng to do some work.

Jiang Sheng carefully broke off the charcoal horn: "In our own place, where can we find others?"

Shan Zhi raised her eyebrows: "But you are a girl from the Hou family. If your hand is broken or has a callus, the Marquis will blame it..."

Her master's temperament has become very strange since he drowned.

In the past, you would have a group of servants everywhere, but now if no one is looking for you, you can stay in your bedroom for a whole day without them accompanying you.

At this moment, I don’t know how to get up the urge to play with charcoal.

Jiang Sheng waved his hand: "How can you be so exaggerated that you will get calluses in such a short time?"

The hands of the original owner were really well protected. They were really the delicate hands of a lady from an aristocratic family, even the fingertips were pink.

Seeing that Shan Zhi could not be persuaded, she curiously asked: "Then what are you doing?"

Jiang Sheng smoothed the edges of the charcoal as much as possible: "Make a pen."

"Can charcoal be used as a pen? When you pick it up and write, won't your hands be stained with dust?" Shan Zhi said, "My servant has seen that most of the pens on the market are made of bamboo or wood."

There are also porcelain ones.

But using black carbon as the only material is simply unbelievable.

Jiang Sheng saw that the charcoal pencil in his hand was getting thinner, so he went back to the bedroom to get rice paper: "I'll draw it for you."

She looked at her pitch-black hands: "...Forget it, help me get the paper."

"yes."

Shan Zhi helped to get paper and spread it on the table. Jiang Sheng picked up the charcoal and glanced at the vase on the wooden cabinet, then sketched the shape of the vase and added a plum blossom.

She painted very quickly, and Shan Zhi stood by and was dumbfounded: "This..."

Shan Zhi looked at the vase and then at the painting: "The girl's painting looks like..."

She pointed to the bottle: "This part is protruding."

She pointed to the edge of the bottle again: "This part is concave."

Shan Zhi praised sincerely: "It's as if this is not a piece of paper, but a... I can't tell, but it looks very similar anyway."

"Three-dimensional sense." Jiang Sheng took it.

No, sketching is her strong point.

Jiang Sheng can actually draw with ink. He can just buy an inkstone and polish it. There is no need to go to great lengths to make this charcoal pencil.

It's just that she has never been good at ink painting, which pays attention to verve. Her grandfather once criticized her paintings for being tangible but without spirit, and it would be useless to resemble the original.

But sketching is different. Compared with charm, sketching pays more attention to light and shadow, shape, structure, proportion, perspective, etc. This is Jiang Sheng's strength.

She has nothing to eat in the future, so she might go find a place to sit down and make money by painting for others.

If it's just a black and white painting, would the ancients think it was unlucky?

Shan Zhi cautiously stretched out her hand to touch it, then took it back: "Girl, when did you learn how to do this?"

As a girl, the first-class girls next to me don't even know.

Jiang Sheng picked up the rice paper.

In fact, Jiang Sheng's painting of this painting is not very good. Charcoal pens are not as easy to use as pencils, and the rice paper is too soft.

It's just that Shan Zhi has never seen this kind of painting before, so it's naturally novel.

Jiang Sheng did not answer her question: "Go and see if Shan Nai is back."

Cao Cao was about to arrive. Jiang Sheng didn't know how to answer Shan Zhi's question, so he casually told her something.

Unexpectedly, Shanna actually came back at this time.

"Girl, girl."

Shan Nai held a slender wooden stick in his hand. When he saw Jiang Sheng, he gave it to her: "The old craftsman said not only that he could do it, but also that it was easy and quick to make. The maidservant was not in a hurry to come back and waited there.

It lasted two hours."

It was a hollow wooden stick that had been polished smooth. Jiang Sheng tried to put the charcoal pen in, fastened the hidden buckle, and tried it on the paper.

very good!

The charcoal pencil won't stick to your hands when you put it in, and you won't be afraid of breaking if you apply force. There are several hidden buckles next to the hollow wooden stick, making it difficult for the charcoal pencil to slip.

Jiang Sheng smiled: "Girl, I will reward you next time and take you to Zuixianlou for a big meal."

It's no secret in Yushengyuan that Shannai loves to eat. She laughed twice when she heard this. Only then did she see the painting in Jiang Sheng's hand, and she couldn't help being surprised again.

Jiang Sheng got a new pen, washed his hands, started drawing, and sent the two girls away: "You can go and have fun on your own."

She didn't want to continue painting the vase and was looking for a target in the room, but Jiang Xian's cold and indifferent face appeared in her mind.

When she realized that she was already drawing outlines under her hand.

That's all, let's just draw it like this.

She lost track of time as soon as she painted, and Jiang Sheng didn't stop painting until the facial features of the people in the painting became clearer and Shan Zhi outside said that Jiang Yan was looking for her.

In this dynasty, the defense of men and women was not serious. Jiang Yanyuan and Jiang Sheng were biological siblings. As soon as Shan Zhi finished speaking, Jiang Yan opened the door and came in.

Shan Zhi didn't know how many times she had tried to persuade her: "Sir, our girl has already grown her hair. You can't just go in and out of the girl's boudoir."

Jiang Yan didn't care: "This is my biological sister."

Shan Zhi is helpless.

However, it is precisely because the Hou family has a simple population and few masters, the Marquis and Mrs. Hou treat Miss Sheng as before, and the young master Jiang Yan has a simple personality. Otherwise, if the news spread that Miss Sheng was adopted, there will always be people who praise her and despise her.

People come to make trouble.

Jiang Yan originally came here to have a meal, but now he was also attracted by Jiang Sheng's paintings.

But it’s not that he thinks there’s anything strange or lamentable about this, but:

"...Oh my gosh, sister, I knew you already disliked Jiang Xian!"

Jiang Sheng: "???"

Jiang Yan looked at Jiang Sheng seriously: "You actually painted Jiang Xian like a prisoner's portrait."

Jiang Yan patted Jiang Sheng on the shoulder and said sincerely: "I understand you, but sister, there is something wrong with you."

Jiang Sheng: "I didn't..."

She knew that black and white paintings were unlucky to the ancients, and even her own era was not very accepting of such paintings.

etc!--

"What did you just say? Prisoner?"

Something flashed through Jiang Sheng's mind.

"yes."

Jiang Yan said casually: "But I didn't know that your painting skills are so good, sister. If I could do the same, I could walk sideways in the Ministry of Justice!"

Jiang Sheng felt that he was about to catch it.

"If I had such good painting skills, I could just draw the prisoner's portrait and see if those people would dare to look down on me."

Jiang Sheng knew what that flashed by!

There was no very realistic painting method in this era. Yamen usually used ink to draw portraits of prisoners, but they were drawn with one or a few features and were not very detailed. It was difficult for ordinary people who had seen the prisoner to understand what he actually looked like.

This adds a lot of difficulty to catching criminals.

But sketching is fine!

Jiang Yan was still talking endlessly, and Jiang Sheng suppressed her eagerness to try...

She couldn't go to the Punishment Department directly, she had to ask someone from the Punishment Department to invite her in person.
Chapter completed!