"Okay, then I'm welcome!" Zhang Junping accepted Nie Xinghua's kindness with a smile.
"Xiao Xia, you will go with your Grandpa Chen later. Go to the mountain to get five pieces of cotton cloth as a return gift."
"This...how embarrassing is this!" Chen Fusheng rubbed his hands and said rather embarrassedly.
"Uncle Chen, courtesy should be reciprocated!
I have to go give New Year's gifts to the artists later, so I can't treat Uncle Chen to a drink today.
Let’s wait until the end of the year! I’ll treat Uncle Chen to a drink when I get the chance at the end of the year.” Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Okay, okay! We will definitely have a few drinks at the end of the year." Chen Fusheng left happily.
After Zhang Junping sent Chen Fusheng away, he went upstairs.
"Master, I think we won't have anything to do before the year ends, so we might as well give everyone the annual leave in advance." Zhang Junping suggested to Wu Xinping.
"Early vacation?"
"That's right! At the end of the year, everyone starts to be busy with social activities. Who will come to sell paintings and buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones?
Just give them a holiday in advance so that they can go home early and work on things at home." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Okay! Then let's take a holiday!" Wu Xinping readily agreed.
"You will announce this later. I will first find a car to pick up the New Year's goods."
Zhang Junping rode his bicycle to the Dashilar Courtyard and hailed four tricycles along the way.
I made an agreement with them that I would pay three yuan a day for the whole day, and I would give them an extra yuan to help with loading and unloading.
After loading the goods, Zhang Junping took the tricycle back to the painting shop on his bicycle.
Call Wu Xinping and start giving gifts to BJ artists.
School of Arts and Crafts, BJ Painting Academy, BJ Palace Museum Research Institute, Tsinghua University, BJ University, BJ Normal University.
Of course, by the way, Wu Xinping would like to introduce his newly accepted apprentice to everyone.
Of course, I also don’t forget to publicize the calligraphy and painting symposium held next spring.
Eyesight?
It is to celebrate the successful convening of the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China.
Celebrate the opening of a new chapter in socialism through reform and opening up.
Invite calligraphy, painting and sculpture artists from all over the country to gather together and talk about a better future.
Of course, today I just revealed it a little bit so that they can have an idea.
Wait until next year, after the painting shop is reformed and the date is determined, a grand and formal invitation will be sent out.
Overall, the gift-giving trip went very smoothly. I couldn’t reach out to hit the smiling person, not to mention that they were here to give gifts.
The name is so upright, thank you for supporting BJ Painting Shop in the past, and look forward to cooperation in the coming year.
Therefore, give gifts with sincerity and receive gifts with sincerity.
It’s just that next year, I’ll sell two more paintings to the art store.
In addition, the one who gained the most was Zhang Junping.
I went with Wu Xinping, a cheap master, to give gifts. When I introduced him, I found out that this was my newly accepted disciple.
For the Chinese New Year, can you give me some greeting gifts?
Therefore, Zhang Junping collected a lot of calligraphy and paintings.
These calligraphy and paintings are not those found in art shops, they are all the proud works of artists.
At Normal University, Zhang Junping met Qi Gong again.
The meeting between Qi Gong and Wu Xinping was quite interesting. The two cursed at each other for a few minutes before laughing and hugging each other.
The reason for the scolding is that there is a public case in it.
Qi Gong was once Qi Baishi's apprentice, the kind who kowtowed too much.
As a result, due to some misunderstandings and because Qi Gong's talent in painting was indeed no better than his talent in calligraphy, he eventually drifted away and eventually left the school.
Being sentenced to death is a very serious matter.
However, Qi Baishi never pursued this matter. When he was old, he said a few words: Why didn't that boy Qi Gong come to see me?
People outside don't know, but the senior brothers and sisters within the sect know it.
Therefore, when Wu Xinping met, he first scolded Qi Gong.
Qi Gong did not show weakness and exchanged curses with Wu Xinping.
However, the two men became apprentices at the same time and learned arts at the same time. After all, they have decades of friendship and brotherhood.
Although Qi Gong was wrong, he could not erase the feelings between the two people.
After leaving the school, Qi Gong did not study painting with another famous teacher, but specialized in calligraphy and research on Qing history.
What's more, after Wu Xinping took charge of BJ Painting Shop, Qi Gong often went to the painting shop to sell calligraphy.
At that time, a calligraphy and painting only cost one or two yuan, and Qi Gong sold the most.
After the two had a friendly exchange, Qigong looked at Zhang Junping: "Haha...ha! Zhang Xiaoyou, we meet again!"
"Mr. Yuan Bai, we meet again!" Zhang Junping also said with a smile.
Qigong character white.
"I once heard Junping say that he had a chance encounter with Yuanbai.
But I don’t know when it happened?” Wu Xinping asked gossiping.
"You old man, when do I need to report to you?" Qi Gong scolded with a smile.
My impression of Zhang Junping is getting better and better.
No one wants to make their privacy public.
"But you old man got an advantage.
When Zhang Xiaoyou and I first met, we had a love for talents. We originally thought that if we were destined to meet again, we would definitely take him under his wing.
Unexpectedly, you took the lead!" Qi Gong said with some regret and jealousy.
"Haha...ha! This only proves that you and Junping are not close enough!
You can only live as his uncle!" Wu Xinping laughed proudly.
"You're an old man, you're used to taking advantage and acting like a good boy." Qi Gong scolded angrily.
Zhang Junping thought rather narcissistically: I didn't expect that I would be so popular.
Two masters in the calligraphy and painting circle are vying to be their masters.
It's a pity that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were no more masters, and there were only these master-level figures to support the scene.
Some people in later generations rated Qi Gong and San Wu as masters, but these were evaluations after lowering the standards.
If Qi Gong and San Wu are the master, then the master is too worthless.
Because, whether it is Qi Gong or San Wu, their level is not much higher than Zhang Junping.
However, Zhang Junping's calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting skills are only at the elementary level.
If the junior level is master, then what are the intermediate and advanced levels?
Therefore, Qi Gong, the title of Grand Master of San Wu, was touted.
After drinking a cup of tea at Qi Gong's house and getting a painting, Zhang Junping and Wu Xinping said goodbye and left.
After delivering New Year's goods to all the artists, it was already time to get off work at 5pm when I returned to the painting shop.
However, no one left, they were all waiting for him and Wu Xinping to go back.
Before leaving, Wu Xinping had already said that he would have a day off after get off work today.
I won’t go back to work until the seventh day of the new year.
The leader announced the holiday so generously, so naturally they couldn't be ignorant and ran home without waiting for the leader to come back.
In fact, there is a more important reason, that is, there is still a benefit that I have not received.
In previous years, during the Chinese New Year, Wu Xinping would personally write a couplet and give it to everyone as a New Year benefit.
So everyone is waiting for Wu Xinping and others to come back and write couplets.
"Oh! You haven't left yet?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.
"If the leader hasn't come back, how can we dare to get off work!" Chen Lijun said with a smile.
If it weren't for the fact that a table had been set up in the middle of the business hall with cut red paper and pen and ink on it, Zhang Junping would have believed it.
"Haha! Xiao Zhang, this is the tradition of our painting shop. Every year I will write a couplet for them and write a few blessing characters." Wu Xinping said with a smile.
"I saw it! Sister Chen and the others said it was a lie to wait for us to come back before getting off work, but it is true to wait for you to come back and write couplets." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"I'm old! I've been running all day today and I'm tired!
So this year the task of writing couplets is left to you!
Well, Xiao Chen, where are my portions of pork and mutton?" Wu Xinping said with a smile.
"Here they are!" Chen Lijun quickly took out two pieces of good pork belly and two legs of lamb from the backyard and handed them to Wu Xinping.
"Okay, I wish you all a happy new year!
Comrades, let's see you again after the new year!" After Wu Xinping finished speaking, he rode away.
"Happy New Year to Mr. Wu!" everyone shouted at Wu Xinping's back.
Hearing the shout, Wu Xinping held the handle with one hand and waved behind him coolly with the other hand.
Zhang Junping looked at Wu Xinping who was walking away speechlessly. This old man really knows how to play tricks.
"alright!
Let's seize the time and get off work after finishing writing!
You decide what words to write.
I'll write it for you!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
Others don't know, but several framers know Zhang Junping's level.
Master Qin was the first to speak: "Manager Zhang, give me one: The past is good for a hundred generations, and the present is new. The horizontal comment: Everything is new."
"Master Qin, your couplet is great! It fits the spirit of the times.
Our country is now in a good era of renewal." Zhang Junping said with a smile, and then wrote out the couplet just now.
It started with Master Qin, and when I looked at it, it turned out that store manager Zhang’s handwriting was no worse than that of the old store manager.
They all came closer and asked Zhang Junping to write Spring Festival couplets.
Some thought of the words themselves, while others didn’t know what words to write and asked Zhang Junping to write them directly.
The spring is bright and the mountains and rivers are covered with splendor; China is taking off and the motherland is forever young; horizontal comment: the mountains and rivers are magnificent.
Spring fills the world with bursts of joyful singing; fortune comes to the family and the family is filled with joy; horizontal comment: Five blessings all over the world.
With the arrival of spring, all the flowers are blooming on the earth; everything is new in the world during the festival; horizontal comment: everything goes well.
Zhang Junping was not polite and directly picked up festive words and wrote them for them.
It took more than an hour to finally finish writing everyone's couplets. Zhang Junping put down his brush and rubbed his wrist.
"Everyone, I wish you all a happy new year!
I wish you all a happy New Year, good health to your family, a successful career, and a happy family.
After we go back, show the neighbors the benefits we receive during the Chinese New Year, so that others won’t say our painting shop is a poor unit." Zhang Junping said to everyone, clasping his fists and cupping his hands.
"Haha...ha! I also wish store manager Zhang a happy New Year! Even if you don't say it, we have to do it anyway!"
“New Year’s greetings to store manager Zhang! Don’t worry, we will definitely promote our painting shop well.
Let them be jealous!"
Everyone laughed and wished Zhang Junping New Year greetings.
"Finally, I want to tell you some good news, which is my last New Year gift to you all.
The art shop will be recruiting new people next year! Each of you will have a quota." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
After he finished speaking, he looked at everyone and saw that everyone was staring at him blankly without speaking.
"What's wrong? Not satisfied with this New Year's gift?
How about I change it to another one? Give each of you a bonus of twenty yuan?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.
"Satisfied, we are satisfied! Manager Zhang, I was mainly frightened by your news just now." Chen Lijun said quickly.
"Yes! Manager Zhang, your New Year's gift is the best gift I have ever received in my life!" Guo Meizhen's eyes were red with excitement.
These days, she has lost several pounds because of worrying about her children going to work.
"Manager Zhang, are you kidding us?" Some people couldn't believe this was true.
"Think about it, have I lied to you?
Look at the meat you are carrying, have I lied to you?" Zhang Junping asked rhetorically.
"No! Manager Zhang, it's mainly because this gift from you is so precious that we can't believe our ears."
"Okay, let me say it again! Next year, each of you will have a recruitment quota.
This is the recruitment quota I requested from the leaders of the Press and Publication Bureau.
Do you hear it clearly now?" Zhang Junping said again.
"Listen clearly! Thank you, Manager Zhang!"
"Manager Zhang, I wish you all the best and wish you all the best."
"I wish you a prosperous career and a happy family."
Everyone paid Zhang Junping New Year greetings and said various blessings and auspicious words.
After a lot of commotion, a group of excited subordinates were finally appeased, and everyone cut off the power supply in the store.
Lock the door and put a couplet written by Zhang Junping and a big word "Fu" on it.
After wishing each other new year's greetings again, everyone went back to their homes.
When we arrived at the Dashilar Courtyard, Qiu Wenyan didn't come today, and neither did his two apprentices.
Only the carpenters are still working overtime.
Zhang Junping talked with the carpenter for a while, then went to the cellar in the backyard to take out four jars of medicinal wine and put them into the space.
Then he locked the cellar and left the courtyard.
Riding a bicycle to Caishikou, Scarface's stronghold.
"Master Zhang, why are you here? If you need anything, just ask Xiao Xia to say hello." Scarface, who was drinking and bragging, was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Junping. He quickly stood up and let Zhang Junping take the main seat.
Then he ordered someone to bring clean dishes and chopsticks to Zhang Junping.
"Okay! Don't bother me. I'm just here to borrow a tricycle and I'll leave right away!
You drink yours!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Master Zhang, it's rare for you to come here, why don't you have a drink together?" Scarface invited carefully.
"Forget it today, let's do it tomorrow! Tomorrow night in my courtyard, I will treat everyone to wine and meat!" Zhang Junping promised with a smile.
During this period of time, Secretary Scarface was still very attentive to his work, so it was time to have a drink with him and have a heart-to-heart talk with him.
"Listen to Master Zhang!" Scarface nodded with surprise on his face.
He invited Zhang Junping just to test it out, but he didn't expect that Zhang Junping would be willing to sit down and drink with him.
“Calling everyone together tomorrow, it’s the Chinese New Year and it’s going to be lively.
I'll prepare some rare stuff for you." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Master Zhang, what you said made us feel itchy. Can you tell us in advance what kind of rare thing it is?" Scarface asked with a sneer.
"Haha...ha! You'll know tomorrow!" Zhang Junping smiled and patted Scarface on the shoulder.
Although he knew that Scarface's so-called itchy heart was just a joke, Zhang Junping was still very happy.
After joking for a while, Zhang Junping rode on a three-wheeled scooter that was 80% to 90% new and left Caishikou.
Scarface made Zhang Junping very satisfied with this point. He didn't ask a single word that he shouldn't have asked.
Zhang Junping rode a three-wheeled cart into a deserted alley. When he came out, there were already three large wine tanks on the cart.
A wine jar weighing one hundred kilograms.
Thanks to the sturdy tricycles of this era and the thick wooden boards on them, they could pull the three jars of wine.
Riding a tricycle, we arrived at the district committee family home.
The gatekeeper already knew Zhang Junping and let Zhang Junping in without even asking. He just looked at the tricycle curiously.
Although Qiu Zhengqiang has gone to work in the city government, he has not moved yet.
It is said that the house where the previous leader lived has just been vacated and is still under intense renovation.
I won't be able to move there until next year.
After Zhang Junping parked his tricycle, he picked up a wine jar and went upstairs.
It was very easy for him to weigh more than one hundred kilograms. If the wine jar wasn't difficult to use, he could easily lift each one with one hand.
Knock on the door.
The second sister Qiu Wenyu opened the door. When she saw Zhang Junping standing at the door holding a wine jar, she screamed in surprise, "Ouch! Pingzi, what are you doing?"
"Second sister, this is the medicinal wine made for our father!" Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
"Come on in! How heavy is a tank built like this?
You should come up and call someone, ask your brother-in-law to go down and help you lift it up..." Qiu Wenyu said nonchalantly while letting Zhang Junping into the house.
"It's okay, second sister, there is a chance for second brother-in-law to show off.
There are two jars of medicinal wine below!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Brother-in-law, is this the medicinal wine you brewed?" Qiu Jianguo came out of the living room and asked with bright eyes staring at the wine jar in Zhang Junping's arms.
"Why are you still holding this child? Put it down quickly!" Mother Qiu said with some distress.
"Mom, it's okay! It's only over a hundred pounds, so it's not heavy.
You can put it wherever you want, I'll just carry it in and save you having to change hands." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"This child doesn't weigh more than a hundred pounds?" Qiu's mother complained, and quickly opened the door of the storage room and asked Zhang Junping to put the wine jar in the storage room.
After Zhang Junping put it down carefully, he took a breath.
This thing isn't heavy, but it's hard to use hard and it's a bit tough.
Then, Zhang Junping invited Qiu Jianguo and Ma Mingchen to go downstairs to bring up the other two jars of wine.
Zhang Junping carried a jar of wine by himself and carried the wine into the house easily.
Qiu Jianguo and Ma Mingchen worked hard to get the wine jar into the house. They almost dropped the wine jar and were sweating profusely from exhaustion.
"Look what you two can do? Moving a wine jar makes you tired like this.
Look at Pingzi, he is picked up by himself and he is not even out of breath.
I really can’t do anything, and I can’t eat enough!” Qiu Wenyu said with a look of disgust.
"Can you please stop comparing me to him? This kid is a monster!" Qiu Jianguo gasped and said with a look of grievance on his face.
"Mom, look at my eldest brother, he scolds Pingzi!" Qiu Wenyan was unhappy and stomped to complain to Qiu's mother.
"Can you speak? How can you say that about your brother-in-law!" Qiu's mother pretended to hit Qiu Jianguo, but she muttered in her heart: He is not a monster.
How can ordinary people have so much strength?
Then he became happy again. Only when his son-in-law is in good health can his daughter be happier.