Just as Nie Xinghua and his party left, the farm director Pan Wanxing brought people over again to pay New Year greetings.

Another polite New Year greeting.

Pan Wanxing did not stay at Zhang Junping's house for too long. He just had a brief chat and then left.

It’s not appropriate to talk too much during New Year greetings.

After seeing off Pan Wanxing, Zhang Junping drove into the jeep and came to Wangfujing.

Wu Xinping lives in a small alley near Wangfujing.

The New Year is the most important festival among the three festivals and two longevity festivals. If you are a disciple, as long as you are not in other places, you must go to the master's home to kowtow to pay New Year greetings.

Because of Nie Xinghua and Pan Wanxing's delay, when Zhang Junping rushed to Wu Xinping's house, it was already dark.

Wu Xinping's house was very lively. There was no room left in the main room, and many people were standing in the yard.

Wu Xinping's daughter Wu Xin was also standing in the yard, chatting with a group of people who were obviously here to pay New Year's greetings.

As soon as Zhang Junping came in, Wu Xin saw Zhang Junping.

"Brother, have a wonderful New Year!" Wu Xin stepped forward and gave Zhang Junping a blessing gift.

"Happy New Year, little junior sister!" Zhang Junping said with a smile and cupped his fists at Wu Xin.

"Little senior brother!" Wu Xin looked at Zhang Junping and shouted again.

"Little junior sister, are master and master's wife inside?" Zhang Junping didn't understand for a moment and asked with a smile.

"Senior Brother!" Wu Xin shouted again, this time extending a hand to him.

Zhang Junping took a look and immediately understood that this little girl was asking for a red envelope.

Zhang Junping smiled, took out the red envelope he had prepared from his pocket, and handed it to Wu Xin, "I wish my little junior sister will become more beautiful as she grows up, and my painting skills will improve to the next level."

"Thank you, senior brother!" Wu Xin smiled sweetly and gave Zhang Junping another gift.

It’s different when you get a red envelope, this time the small print is omitted.

Just as Zhang Junping was about to go into the house, he was stopped by Wu Xin, who introduced him: "This is a closed disciple accepted by my father. Why don't you hurry up and give New Year's greetings to my uncle?"

Senior brother, these people are all apprentices of other senior brothers and sisters, that is, your senior nephews."

"Happy New Year, uncle!" Everyone clasped their fists and bowed to greet Zhang Junping.

"Happy New Year to all my nephews!" Zhang Junping smiled and cupped his fists in return.

"Brother, you can't just say auspicious words, these are your nephews.

When someone wishes you New Year greetings, why don't you give them a red envelope?" Wu Xin said with a bad smile.

When Wu Xin mentioned it, all the nephews looked at the young uncle they had just met with hope.

This little girl is really quirky and knows how to play pranks.

Money, Zhang Junping is really not short of money, but the problem is that he didn't prepare so many red envelopes at all.

There was a stone table in the yard with four stone benches. Zhang Junping sat on the stone bench.

"Then just follow the rules!" He took out a dozen brand new ten-dollar bills from his bag and slapped them on the stone table.

According to the rules, what are they?

Of course, you only get red envelopes when you kowtow.

Now, it's everyone's turn to be embarrassed.

Come on, Zhang Junping is not much older than them.

But if I don’t fight, it will really be difficult to get through this matter today.

If you don't knock, that means there are no rules.

The situation was a little tense for the moment.

At this moment, a very energetic child of thirteen or fourteen years old ran up to Zhang Junping, knelt down and kowtowed, "Happy New Year, uncle! I wish you good health and a dragon-horse spirit."

"Okay! Uncle Master loves you, let me buy some painting supplies." Zhang Junping smiled and took out a ten-dollar bill and handed it to the child.

Then another little girl of four or five years old ran in front of Zhang Junping, knelt down and kowtowed, "Happy New Year, uncle!"

"Okay! Master, I love you. Let me buy some painting materials." Zhang Junping smiled and handed the little girl a banknote.

With the leader in charge, it was easier to handle. The remaining nephews lined up one by one to kowtow to Zhang Junping, pay New Year greetings, and receive New Year's money.

Zhang Junping felt so happy!

Although I spent some money, it felt really good to be surrounded by a group of boys and girls kowtowing to celebrate the New Year.

After handing out the New Year's money, Zhang Junping stood up and said, "Okay, you guys can chat outside first! I'll go in and pay New Year's greetings to your master and grandma."

Zhang Junping walked into the main room, which was also full of people.

Wu Xinping and Zhou Yuzhen sat on the Taishi chairs on both sides of the Eight Immortals table in the middle.

Then down on both sides are eight Taishi chairs and four coffee tables.

All the eight Taishi chairs were occupied by people, and there were quite a few people standing behind the Taishi chairs.

"Master, Master, Happy New Year! Student Zhang Junping kowtows to you!" Zhang Junping stepped forward and kowtowed three times to Wu Xinping and Zhou Yuzhen.

"Okay, good boy!" Zhou Yuzhen quickly stood up and helped Zhang Junping up, then took out a red envelope and gave it to him.

"Junping, come here and let me introduce you.

This is my eldest son, you call him senior brother, my second daughter, you call her senior sister, and this is my third son, you also have to call me senior brother.

This is..." Wu Xinping took Zhang Junping and introduced him one by one.

Good guy, Wu Xinping has quite a few disciples, and the ones he can solemnly introduce are all his disciples.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to pay New Year greetings at this time.

Not counting his sons and daughters, there were sixteen disciples who entered the house.

Wu Xinping's eldest son, second daughter, and third son are aged between forty and thirty years old.

It should be the child left by his ex-wife.

The eldest son looks about the same age as Zhou Yuzhen, and even looks older than Zhou Yuzhen.

However, the art world is like this, and it is normal for an old couple to have a young couple.

Counting from his master's generation, they are all of the same moral character, old husband and young wife.

In fact, not only Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, but also their apprentices.

There are relatively few couples of the same age.

Those who engage in art are all idealists, and it is normal to pursue romance.

It is normal for some young and beautiful female students to admire them out of admiration and eventually turn into admiration.

As the saying goes, there is no cat that doesn't eat fishy food.

Not eating means the conditions are not met.

Compared with other seniors in the art world, Wu Xinping is considered a good man.

He married Zhou Yuzhen after his wife passed away, instead of remarrying after divorce.

It turned out that the children of Wu Xinping's ex-wife were dissatisfied with Wu Xinping's marriage to Zhou Yuzhen and refused to enter the house for many years.

Looking at it now, it is still very harmonious and the whole family is enjoying themselves.

It is estimated that after entering the art circle and understanding the things in the art circle, they didn't care much about their father's marriage renewal.

Zhang Junping is not concerned about Wu Xinping's family affairs. He is here today to pay New Year's greetings.

Under the introduction of Wu Xinping, Zhang Junping bowed to all the senior brothers and sisters one by one to say hello to the New Year.

Unexpectedly, he received a lot of lucky money again.

The New Year's money that was just given out in the yard will have one-third of it when I get it back.

With so many senior brothers and sisters standing, naturally he, the younger junior brother, could only stand.

Zhang Junping stood at the door, listening to the chat between the brothers and sisters and his master and his wife.

Zhang Junping originally wanted to be a quiet and handsome young man.

As a result, Wu Xinping refused to let him go.

"Junping, you don't have words yet, right?" Wu Xinping asked with a smile.

"No!"

Zhang Junping was thinking in his mind, is he going to grant a word?

"Then let me give you a nickname! It's considered arty. Nowadays, famous artists all have a nickname."

"Thank you, Master!" In front of so many senior brothers and sisters, Zhang Junping could only agree.

"Well! If you fly with the phoenix, you will be a handsome bird.
To be continued...