But I saw two twin children running and jumping in the store. They each held a broken brush in their hands, and they were drawing wherever they went. They were very naughty.
These two are the two grandsons of Shopkeeper You. He got married relatively early and lived a happy life of having grandchildren in his forties.
"Haha, the kid doesn't understand the rules and makes my nephew laugh."
"How could it be? It would be better if the children were more active, and their bodies would be stronger."
Qi Yu seemed to say it intentionally or unintentionally, but his eyes kept staring at the brush in the child's hand.
But I saw that the tip of the pen slid past, leaving a blue ink mark. At first glance, it looked a bit like fountain pen ink in later generations.
If you look closely, it doesn't look much like it, it looks more like paint for coloring.
This is not the case with traditional dyes.
"Uncle You, this color looks bright and eye-catching, what kind of paint is it?"
"Tell me this, it's a Western paint. It's bright in color but not very practical. It's worse than our local colored ink."
"Another Western product?" Qi Yu was startled and walked over to take a look curiously.
"When I saw its bright color, I bought some. I wanted to recommend it to ceramic potters for painting blue and white. But I didn't know that this pigment couldn't withstand fire at all, and the color changed when it was baked at high temperature."
Outline blue and white porcelain?
It's true that the donkey's head is wrong.
In fact, Qi Yu had already identified it. It was a kind of paint used for painting, but the old shopkeeper didn't know it.
From this point of view, the cultural industries of Western countries have also fully revived, and even the pigments used for painting have begun to be mass-produced.
In addition, our trade with foreign countries is becoming more and more vigorous, and various new things appear in the country from time to time.
Haha, it seems that this kind of paint can only shine with its due brilliance in your own hands.
Although the sketch is good, the biggest disadvantage is that it cannot be fixed well, it will wear out over time, and it cannot be stored as a finished painting.
Painting is different.
It takes no effort to get there even if you wear iron shoes.
"Uncle You, how many more paints like this do you have?" Qi Yu asked with a smile.
You Xiang said in annoyance: "There are many more! It's all my fault for being greedy and following the advice of the old profiteer in the city, saying what blue and white porcelain is suitable for..."
"To tell you the truth, this kind of paint is for painting, not suitable for kilns. It's not that the paint is bad, but that you have mistaken its use."
"When you said that, I remembered... I once heard a clerk from the shipping department say that this kind of paint can be used to draw a kind of painting called eggshell."
eggshell?
Qi Yu couldn't help but laugh.
The eggshell painting mentioned by Shopkeeper You probably refers to the early Western tempera painting. Perhaps it was called this because of a problem with the translation.
"Uncle You, please sell me this paint! Not only blue, I also want other colors. As for the price...we are so familiar with each other, you can just accept it."
"Don't say that. You have done me a great favor, otherwise, this thing will just rot in my hands."
Shopkeeper You was quite surprised. He didn't expect Qi Yu to know Western painting, but after thinking about his previous reward, he felt enlightened again.
The old shopkeeper showed his sincerity and this time he only took the principal.
Everyone is happy.
With a happy mood, Qi Yu left Luming Bookstore and walked into a small pen-making workshop.
Brush maker is the abbreviation of a craftsman who makes brushes. It is a special profession that does fine work.
The production of a good pen is very particular. From the initial hair selection to combing the hair, to the final cutting of the pen shape, everything requires careful operation. If your hand trembles, you will only feel regret.
The store owner received him kindly, introducing the products and praising his craftsmanship.
"Shopkeeper, I'm here to ask you to order a special pen."
"Oh? What's the special method?"
"It is a kind of paintbrush with a relatively flat tip..."
"..."
This unknown brush is difficult to explain, but Qi Yu patiently expressed it clearly.
There is no way, who can only buy paints now, but not paintbrushes?
I had to customize it.
I had promised Master Yu before that I would no longer be able to sketch before the end of the year, but painting was not included in that!
If you want to make money, you have to think of more ways.
My pampered body cannot do hard work, which would also ruin the good looks of the original owner. From a practical point of view, painting is the only feasible way, and it is more promising than copying books.
Qi Yu paid the deposit for the brush and agreed on a delivery date, and then left under the surprised look of the shopkeeper.
The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night.
Time flies by very quickly, and in a blink of an eye it’s the end of the twelfth lunar month, to be precise, it’s the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month.
Today is the New Year!
The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs.
Every New Year, the emperor's family would hold a grand sacrificial ceremony, and the people also attached great importance to this traditional festival.
Although the customs vary slightly from place to place, the meaning is the same.
Take Yongchuan Prefecture, where Qiyu is located, for example, the traditional customs are relatively well preserved.
On the Little New Year's Day, the house must be cleaned inside and outside, commonly known as sweeping the house; and large families will hang up red lanterns to add to the joy of the festival.
Food is indispensable. Dumplings are made in the north and glutinous rice cakes are made in the south. The whole family can have a happy meal.
After all the busy work is done, you have to take a bath, which means to wash away the criticisms of the past year and welcome the arrival of the new year.
Worshiping ancestors is also very important. Although it is not as grand as the Qingming Festival, it still needs to be done in a more dignified manner.
Then there is the sacrifice to the Kitchen God, which is even more particular. In addition to the necessary dishes and incense, some maltose should also be placed. The implication is that after the Kitchen God eats the candy, his mouth will become sweeter, and after he goes to heaven, he will become a better person for the people.
Only say good things, not bad things.
Men do not worship the moon, and women do not worship the stove.
Qi Yu burned the gold ingot, burned incense, and worshiped sincerely, which was considered a ceremony.
"Ms. Gong, do you think the Stove Lord will put in a good word for our family after he goes to heaven?" Liu Quan stared blankly at the sky with a worried look on his face.
"Of course, his mouth has become short after eating our candies. How can he not say nice things to us?" Qi Yu said with a smile.
"I'm still a little worried..."
"worry about what?"
Liu Quan frowned and whispered: "I'm worried that if the gods in the sky don't like you, will they punish you in anger?"
How can this be?
Although the original owner is a bastard, it is far from the level of anger and resentment. Am I being punished by God? This is absolutely impossible!
"Madam, although the gods are powerful, they are also reasonable. They only punish the most evil and evil. As for me, I am far from qualified."
"Um……"
Having said that, Liu Quan still felt a little uneasy. I heard from the old people that when there is thunder in June, Thunder God is specialized in killing monsters and monsters... Water ghosts are also ghosts!
How could Qi Yu expect so much? The two of them were not thinking on the same channel at all.
For lunch, we eat dumplings stuffed with meat. This is a must-have food for festivals recognized by the Chinese nation.
At the end of the year, every household likes to make summaries, and so does the Zhou family: "Over the past year, our family has been relatively lucky. Not only did you two get married, but Ah Ma's illness has also been cured."
, and then renovated the old house, which is indeed much better than last year.”
Qi Yu chuckled: "Our family will get better and better in the future, and my mother will surely enjoy endless blessings."
"Am I enjoying happiness? Alas..." Mrs. Zhou sighed, "Our family is good everywhere, but it's a pity that we don't have a large population."
"Human? Uh..."
Liu Quan's stomach didn't move for a long time, and Mrs. Zhou seemed a little anxious.
In the past six months since they got married, the original owner has been acting crazy and has never touched his wife. How can he be happy?
And I have just taken over the project, and have only begun the initial cultivation, so the harvest is still far away.
Qi Yu smiled awkwardly and couldn't help but look at Liu Quan's belly.
Liu Quan blushed with embarrassment and did not dare to speak.
It is indeed a bit embarrassing, no matter how I say this, I feel awkward.
"Madam, go to the kitchen and get me some vinegar. Let's eat dumplings. How can we do without vinegar?" Qi Yu deliberately changed the subject.
"Since when did you become jealous?" Liu Quan only took two steps and turned around to ask.
"Vinegar is appetizing and helps digestion. Eating it is good for the body."
"Um……"
After the meal, Qi Yu did not chat anymore, but secretly went to the study.
Now that I have all my brushes and paints, I can try to create colorful paintings. This is my only small advantage, so I have to pay attention to it.
What should I draw as my first painting?
It is best to have a meaningful work...
Two hours later, Qi Yu smiled with satisfaction and slowly put down the brush in his hand.
Under the candlelight, a gentle and lovely little woman appeared on the drawing paper. She lay lazily, revealing half of her fragrant shoulders, and her delicate face was as gorgeous as a peach and plum.
The lady’s photos are as beautiful as her own!
It was late at night when she left the study, and Liu Quan was still busy sewing new clothes for the New Year.
"Madam..."
"What's wrong?" Hearing his strange tone, Liu Quan raised his head.
"Let me tell you a secret, I incorporated a beautiful woman into the work..." Qi Yu smiled lightly.
"Who is that person?" Liu Quan's pretty eyebrows narrowed, her eyes flickered a few times, and then she looked somewhere under the bed.
"That's her! Pretty, isn't she?"
Whoa! A colorful painting slowly opened.
"ah……"
"Does it look good?"
Qi Yu showed an expression that said, "Come on, praise me."
Liu Quan turned her head and said with a blushing face: "Why did you paint me so explicit? I'm so embarrassed." After a few breaths, she turned back curiously and said: "What kind of painting method is this? It doesn't look good."
It looks so much like it was drawn with a brush. Well, don’t tell me, the painting is really similar, just like the person reflected in the mirror."
The person being praised starts to feel proud...
Qi Yu put a lot of effort into this painting. He first sketched the outline with a pencil, and then painted it with a brush. He did every step meticulously and strived for excellence as much as possible.
"My lady is right, this is a foreign painting style, not a traditional brush painting." Qi Yu nodded, and said affectionately: "This is my first colored painting, it is of great significance, that's why I thought of it
Draw you."
Liu Quan looked happy and said with a smile: "Who did you learn this from?"
Buddha said: It cannot be said.
Qi Yu could only rationalize: "The shopkeeper You in the town recently bought a batch of Western goods, including these paints for painting. I followed the instructions and slowly figured it out after trying it a few times."
Liu Quan's mind was entirely on that painting. He hummed casually and said with a smile: "I want to keep this painting and keep it well. I will take it out to look at it when I am old."
Women all like to retain their youth and good memories.
"Madam, my mother hinted at something today."
"whats the matter?"
"She said that our family is not prosperous."
Liu Quan groaned, and his face that had just recovered turned red again.
Just as he was about to act dishonestly, Qi Yu suddenly felt a soreness in his teeth.