The canvas is four feet high and one three feet long. It has been coated with a layer of gelatin cloth, which is specially used for painting extremely fine linen cloth. This is the first time Han Jiang has seen this cloth.

Han Jiang was next to him, holding a palette in one hand and a simple drawing in the other: "Mr. Qinshan, there should be a corner building here, there should be an open space in front of the corner building, and a sand pit for children to have fun."

"No problem." Ma Yuan agreed happily, took a few steps back and observed, picked up the pen and started drawing.

Ma Yuan has a nickname called Ma Yijiao.

The painting of pavilions is exquisitely painted and dyed. It is popular to make small scenes on the edges and corners, and is known as the "one horse's corner".

Just like Ma Yuan’s so-called Xinfang street scene, he was placed in later generations to make renderings for the real estate project. There were not a few tons of red paper, so there was no need to think about it. At this time, Ma Yuan only collected a pen with a pen and brought his own paint.

Han Jiang had already made up his mind that this painting would only be announced for three days, up to five days, and then he would just find a painter to copy a few copies. He planned to leave the original version to his thirty-eighth generation grandson.

Wumingfang is now named Baiyufang.

The name Han Jiang has prepared the documents to report to Lin'an Prefecture, and can only be officially submitted at the end of the New Year holiday.

In a corner of Wumingfang, a place covering an area of ​​about two acres has begun to demolish houses.

A building is to be built here.

How to say, Han Jiang called this building the display area. In fact, it was the sales office of later generations. After all the houses in the workshop and the shops were sold out, they could be rented out as a restaurant.

The building department plans to build it in two months and renovate it in one month.

The construction of the entire workshop area is divided into nine phases, with a planned construction period of two years, with a maximum of no more than two and a half years.

Of course, this is just Han Jiang’s idea.

Han Jiang had a deep feeling. Just now, there is obviously someone who wants to interfere, and Han Jiang is completely weak. The first one who wants to interfere is Han Tuozhou, and the second one is Qian Haoheng.

Both of them revealed their meaning in this regard, and Han Jiang probably would have a suppressed negotiation against him soon.

Because I can't afford to offend me.

One is the adoptive father and the other is the father-in-law.

Han Tuozhou was afraid that Han Jiang would not be able to hold on to such a big thing, and Qian Haoheng was worried that the Han family, which was notorious in Lin'an, would be damned behind.

The only thing Han Jiang can say is that he can only say it in his heart, and he dare not make a sound: Damn!

Therefore, Han Jiang is now spending all his energy on drawing conceptual pictures, while delaying time to think of countermeasures, while waiting for news from Han Si.

The most important news is that the people from Wumingfang believe in this more, or believe that the Qian family is more reliable.

Han Jiang was distracted and didn't stare. Ma Yuan began to make the painting more detailed. The small corner was painted vividly, and even the children's play sand pit showed extremely exquisiteness.

Han Jiang quickly advised: "Mr. Qinshan, you use splashes and splashes. There is no need for these strokes. This is just to tell the Fangmin what this place will become in the future."

Ma Yuan took two steps back and observed the overall situation, nodded slightly: "It makes sense, let's change the technique here."

Ma Yuan's fine brushwork is first-class. If he asked him to paint carefully, he would be able to draw another picture of the Qingming Festival. In that case, he would not be able to draw it in two or three months.

If you use freehand brushwork, this piece of cloth can be fully painted in two hours.

Ma Yuan changed his pen and drew out a small river and a stone road in the yard in a few strokes. Then, a few strokes of the trees beside the street have been formed. Change the small pen to draw out the pavilions on both sides of the road, fill in the color of a large brush and draw the residential area behind the pavilions with freehand techniques.

The people who entered the study only took a look, but no one disturbed them and went to the side hall.

In the study, Han Jiang was discussing drawing renderings with Ma Yuan while waiting for his adoptive father Han Tuozhou to come to talk to him.

But it's time to wait until evening.

The whole painting was completed, neither Han Tuozhou nor Qian Haoheng came to find him.

Good painting.

Just as he finished, a high servant from Qianfu came forward: "Brother Jiang, my master asked my little one to take my brother to the west courtyard to the wing room."

"Please lead the way." Han Jiangxin said, finally here, the elders want to seize the absolute management rights of the market.

Ma Yuan smiled while touching his beard.

Soon, the person who led the way led Han Jiang into a small courtyard and invited him into the house.

As soon as Han Jiang entered the house, the person outside the door closed the door and locked it.

"You..." Han Jiang was shocked. He wanted to lock up his small dark room. Before Han Jiang asked a question, Gao Pu, who led the way, said: "There is a letter from my master on the table. Brother Jiang knew it at a glance."

There is indeed a letter.

Han Jiang opened it and looked at it, thinking that he couldn't even hide from the first day of the lunar month or the fifteenth day.

Today is the second grade of junior high school, and tomorrow is the third grade of junior high school.

From now on, someone will send food, and Han Jiang is not allowed to leave the house. There are high servants guarding him outside the door. Han Jiang began to take the exam, and this exam has nothing to do with the three levels of choosing a son-in-law.

There is a bamboo tube on the table. This is the first question. After completing it, the next question will be replaced for Han Jiang.

Han Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Fenglelou escaped that day. Today I thought I was worried about acne and Wumingfang. I might have forgotten it if I wanted to take the exam. Who would think the Qian family didn't forget it at all.

What can you do if you can't escape? Just bear it.

Han Jiang opened the bamboo tube and there was a piece of rolled paper inside, with three sentences written on it.

The first sentence: If the horse loses weight, the horse loses weight. If the scholar loses weight, the horse loses weight.

The second sentence: Those who speak are not crazy, while those who choose are not clear. This is the great trouble for the country, so here is it.

The third sentence: If the people are safe and the land is relocated, they cannot change suddenly. It is easy to move forward, but it is difficult to move against each other.

Han Jiang collapsed instantly.

This is a test question, so, if, maybe, maybe, what should I write?

Is this a translation of ancient Chinese?

Han Jiang turned around the table twice and shook her head: "Not right, this is the ancient times, what kind of ancient Chinese translation is needed." Besides, the ancient Chinese translation in high school has been returned to the teacher long ago.

Han Jiang pressed his head against the pillar and gently hit the pillar again and again.

I have no idea at all and don’t know what I want to take?

A quarter of an hour passed, Han Jiang picked up the pen and wrote two words, then rolled up the paper and stuffed it out of the window. Someone guarded him outside the door, took the bamboo tube and hurried to the small courtyard next to him.

There were only nine people in the courtyard next to it, and Han Tuozhou was definitely not among them.

These nine people are Qian Xunyi's friends or juniors, without exception, all of them are famous scholars, Ma Yuan is one of them, and everyone else is there for Yang Wanli and other poems.

Now there are a little more people, including Han Tuozhou, Wang Lin and Xie Shenfu.

The bamboo tube was sent in, and a servant took out the answer and held it in front of Qian Xunyi in both hands.

Qian Xunyi opened the paper, with only two words on it: No.

After everyone circulated this piece of paper, Han Tuozhou stood up and bowed, and then walked out. He wanted to beat up people and Han Jiang.

Han Jiang threw his face to the whole Lin'an Mansion today.
Chapter completed!