"You know me, little friend?" The old man's name for Zhang Junping also changed three times.
From a young comrade, to a young man, to a young friend, this is the recognition of Zhang Junping.
"I've heard of your name, but I didn't have the opportunity to meet you! I didn't expect to see you on such an occasion."
"Haha, what's my name? It's just a false name, otherwise I wouldn't be able to make a living selling books here." The old man laughed at himself.
"You are so humble, saying that there is a time when everything is at a disadvantage.
Didn’t Tang Bohu also sell paintings? Zheng Banqiao also sold calligraphy for a living." Zhang Junping comforted him with a smile.
"Haha, little friend, don't comfort me! Thank you little friend for your generosity. Let's go home some other time and let's have a good chat!" The old man was very free and easy. He smiled sarcastically and didn't regard selling books as a shameful thing. On the contrary, he
He warmly invited Zhang Junping to his home as a guest.
"I will definitely come to visit you! When the time comes, I will ask you for a few more sets of calligraphy!" Zhang Junping smiled and watched the old man go away.
Zhang Junping couldn't help feeling that he was lucky.
This old man's status in the world of modern Chinese calligraphy can be compared with that of Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong and Qi Baishi in the world of calligraphy and painting.
As a royal child of the Qing Dynasty, counting the time, his ordeal is about to end. In a few years, it will be difficult for Zhang Junping to get acquainted with him.
Of course, this is not certain. Maybe in two years, he will make a name for himself in the art circle by virtue of his own abilities.
After seeing the old man off, Zhang Junping was in no mood to continue wandering around.
Come straight to Lin San's station.
"Master Zhang, what you bought is..." Lin San enthusiastically welcomed Zhang Junping into the house.
"I just bought some books."
"You don't want to go shopping anymore?"
"I won't go shopping anymore. I'll have something to do later. Did Apple give me money?"
"I gave it, a total of one hundred and forty-six pounds. According to your instructions, I gave an extra dollar, a total of one hundred and forty-seven dollars.
This is the remaining money!" Lin San said as he took out the remaining money.
"You take this money first. I heard from an old farmer that there are still apples at home.
So, please do me a favor, go to the old farmer's house and buy me a piece of his remaining apples.
In addition, his family looked around to see if there were any apples or other fruits grown, and they took back whatever they could.
I don’t care how much you charge, I’ll give you one dollar here.” Zhang Junping said as he took out a thousand dollars and handed it to Lin San.
"Master Zhang, the Red Star apple just now is a little more expensive, but his apples don't cost that much."
"It's okay, the extra money is just a reward for the hard work of the brothers.
By the way, I have a batch of meat bones and offal in my hand, do you want it?" Zhang Junping suddenly remembered that there were a lot of pig, cattle and sheep offal and bones in his space.
Just leave it to Lin San to handle.
Always instruct Lin San to do things, and always give him some benefits.
"Into the water, meat and bones?"
"Yes, it's about one or two thousand pounds, all from pigs, cattle and sheep."
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, you still have the ability to do so many dirty things and bones at once." Lin San happily complimented.
"I rented a warehouse outside Guang'anmen. I will send the apples there, and I will also have the bones and sewers sent there."
"Are these also sent to the warehouse over there?"
"No need for these, I will take them away in a moment"
"okay!"
After Zhang Junping finished explaining, he tied the apple basket to the frame of the cart, one basket on each side, not too heavy, and left the market entrance with the book in hand.
Riding his bicycle through a deserted alley, Zhang Junping came out and saw that there was no apple basket on the shelf on the back of Zhang Junping's bicycle, and only a net bag of apples hung on the handlebars.
Apple, as well as those foreign books, including rulers and furoshiki were all put into the museum space.
This furoshiki is not necessarily available, otherwise Zhang Junping would not have just taken it for 100 yuan without negotiating the price.
In ancient times, there was a kind of silk that was exclusively used by the royal family, called Kesi.
How precious is this kind of tapestry silk? Even in the Qing Dynasty, there was a saying that every inch of tapestry silk is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of silk silk.
In the past, only the emperor's dragon robes and the empress's phoenix-covered crowns were woven with tapestry.
For other members of the royal family, having a handkerchief made of tapestry is as precious as anything.
The furoshiki in Zhang Junping's hand is made of tapestry, and it is a calligraphy and painting imitation of tapestry.
Zhang Junping hasn't had time to research who it belongs to specifically.
However, in the past, the calligraphy and paintings that could be copied using tapestry craftsmanship were all very famous calligraphy and paintings, and they were all the best among the best.
Zhang Junping was riding his bicycle while looking at the situation in the space.
Russian writing experience fragment +80
Russian experience fragment +160
French experience fragment +100
Fragments of experience in creating ancient Chinese poetry +15
Chinese landscape painting experience fragment +15
Watching a lot of strange and weird knowledge appear in the sky above the museum space.
Zhang Junping couldn't help but feel happy, especially because the Russian language appeared so timely.
Click to use.
Zhang Junping was suddenly filled with a lot of Russian knowledge, including reading and writing, as well as many speaking skills.
Now, apart from not being able to speak, Zhang Junping is much better at dictation than most native-born old men.
Looking at only 40 fragments, Zhang Junping suddenly felt something in his heart.
The note the old man wrote to Zhang Junping just now appeared in the museum space.
Cursive calligraphy experience fragment +5
Zhang Junping was overjoyed that it was indeed possible.
Qi Gong is indeed a master of modern calligraphy. With just a note, he can add five pieces of experience to Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping suppressed the urge to turn around and go to Qi Gong to ask for a few sets of calligraphy.
…
When we arrived at the district compound, the receptionist had a very good memory. Zhang Junping only saw Qiu Wenyan off twice and went in again. The receptionist actually remembered him.
Zhang Junping put down a box of Peony cigarettes and rode his bicycle into the compound.
The door was opened by Mother Qiu.
"mom!"
When Zhang Junping called "Mama," Mother Qiu's face was filled with joy.
"Here comes Pingzi? Come in quickly!
Why are you bringing something else? You have everything at home, just come empty-handed from now on." Qiu's mother complained and took the net bag from Zhang Junping's hand.
"I didn't take anything. I just passed by the Pigeon Market and saw that the apples were quite fresh, so I bought some." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
When he turned around, he saw Qiu Wenyan shaving his face and laughing at him for being thick-skinned.
Zhang Junping made a face in return and told her through his mouth that he would wait for a while to be served by his family.
"Pingzi, have you eaten? Can I order some noodles for you?" Mother Qiu put down the apple and asked with concern.