The reason why Ye An dared to do something different was because the gyutuo appeared in the Southern Song Dynasty. He gently laid a fresh fish flat, washed the mucus on the surface of the fish with water and fine salt, and rubbed it gently to prevent the scales from falling off.
Use paper or cloth to absorb the excess water on the surface of the fish, gently pull the head and tail of the fish, stuff the paper into the fish's mouth to make the shape of the fish straight, and unfold and arrange the fins of the fish, the shape of the fish will be determined.
Come down.
Seeing this, Wang Hao had begun to taste it carefully, while Xuan Chengzi's eyes widened at the side. He saw Ye An brushing ink on the fish, and lightly dotting the fins and tail with paint.
Cover with rice paper, press evenly, pat, and finally swipe with a clean brush.
Soon a lifelike fish appeared on the rice paper, and every fish scale was clearly visible. The light yellow fins and tail made the fish appear fresh and delicate.
Ye An dipped his brush in ink and handed it to Wang Hao, saying: "Sir, please add some eyes to this fish tattoo!"
"It's really an amazing skill! What an amazing skill! I'm going to make a fool of myself in front of my little friend!"
Wang Hao turned the brush gently, and drew the tip of the pen on the fish eye. The strokes were smooth and smooth. The fish in the fish eye seemed to be alive. Wang Gang took it carefully and shook it gently to let the ink dry. The fish also
It seemed to be alive, and it kept twisting on the paper. Wang Hao was stunned for a moment and said: "It is really a vivid and extraordinary skill. If this skill is spread, it will definitely become popular in Tokyo!"
In fact, this is nothing. It is just the first time I see a novel technology. In later generations, it will not be a popular work at all. What Gyotaku wants is a true character!
Ye An held the wooden board in his hand and put it on his thigh. He held the paper on it with one hand and kept waving the whittled charcoal on the paper with the other hand.
Xuan Chengzi and Wang Hao were a little curious, but they didn't care when they saw him drawing talismans on the fine threaded paper.
Yutuo just gave them a shocking blow. In comparison, Ye An's ghost painting was something he didn't care about. Who didn't do something that made people laugh when they were young?
Ye An didn't care, he was just trying to recall the details just now. The fingers pressing on the board with his left hand were beating and beating continuously. This was his habit. Whenever he was making sketches for others, he couldn't help but hit the drawing board with his left hand.
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Charcoal is not as easy to use as a pencil, but it is pretty good. At least it is much better than the charcoal used in the wild before, and it does not leave residue...
Recalling the details of his previous meeting with Yingniang, Ye An kept weaving "lines" on the paper while also playing with the light and shadow.
For Ye An, the sketches that simulate portraits must be real. This is what he learned from the master who set up a stall before. The more realistic the sketch, the more people will be immersed in it.
Ye An had been teased by him countless times. It was obviously a mobile phone that fell on the ground, but you just couldn't catch it.
In Dana's words, this is visual deception, just like the ghillie uniforms worn by soldiers. Eyes can be deceiving, but what people believe the most is their own eyes!
Xuan Chengzi and Wang Hao no longer planned to watch. They were drinking tea and playing chess nearby, not paying attention to the details of Ye An's painting. However, as time went by, the two of them were a little surprised.
Young people are very active. It is not easy to sit in one place and maintain a posture for an hour. However, Ye An has been holding the wooden board and maintaining this posture for two full hours. The sun has begun to shift to the west, but he still hasn't done anything.
He just moved, just holding Charcoal's hand and waving it on the paper.
After carefully polishing the pupils, Ye An felt that the painting was quite unfinished. Unexpectedly, he had not started painting for a long time, but he was not unfamiliar with this craft.
A shadow gradually obscured the drawing board. When he looked back, he saw Wang Bang standing motionless behind him, holding an unnamed pastry in his hand.
"Brother Wang? Brother Wang!"
"Ah! This painting of the Little God, this... this... was painted, as if the little lady walked into it! This..."
Wang Hao and Xuan Chengzi, who were playing chess, looked at each other. They were a little surprised. Just now they saw that Ye An's painting was just "doodles" on paper with charcoal. How come it came to life in Wang Gang's mouth?
Putting down the chess pieces, Lao Dao and Wang Hao approached together. When they walked around the drawing board and saw the painting on it, they couldn't help but exclaimed "Ah!" in shock.
I saw a young woman in the painting. Her body was slightly bent, her clothes were fluttering, and even the Lingxu bun on her head was floating like a paper painting. However, she was not saluting, but she was putting one hand behind her and her right hand on her head.
A big "two" is drawn in the corner of her eyes, which makes her look even more playful and cute. Who is this girl if she isn't Yingniang?
"Young lady, when you see Ying Niang's expression hesitant, why should a beautiful girl be melancholy all day long? It would be better to be more lively like this."
Wang Hao looked at the portrait and almost wanted to reach out, but he couldn't bear to touch it and finally sighed: "Originally, Ying Niang was also so lively and playful, but... alas! Wang Gang sent the painting to Madam so that she could unravel it."
After saying this, Wang Hao bowed his hands to Ye An and said, "I wonder what the name of this painting method is?"
"Sketch, just a sketch..."
"Sketch? I am ignorant and have never heard of it, but these techniques can be called "gods"!"
The old Taoist glared at Wang Gang with dissatisfaction, and then said: "This painting was made by an evildoer, so to send it to Madam like this, isn't it a bit..."
"What do you think?! The painting is of my Wang family's daughter who is about to be named. If word gets out, how will Ying Niang get married? Anyone who doesn't look for you is already a good one! The Wang Gang will take three more coins and give them to Ye Xiaoyou. Quan is right.
Use it as painting material!"
Ye An was stunned. He drew a picture for Wang Hao, but was scolded by him. What is this? It is simply unreasonable?!
The old Taoist next to him smiled and said: "It's so good. I wonder if Tan Ye and his wife are painting? My disciple..."
Wang Hao waved his sleeves and feigned anger: "Huh! Don't worry about it. If your disciple follows your greed for money, he will never be able to make a living! Young people are restless and impetuous, so don't destroy his Taoist heart!"
Xuan Chengzi rolled his eyes helplessly and looked at Ye An a little unhappily. Does this kid need to break his Taoist heart by himself?
No, this kid has no Taoist heart at all. As long as it is beneficial to him, he will not hesitate to use it.
How much does Sanguanqian weigh?
Anyway, it has to be placed in a bag to hold it. Three strings of money are three thousand coins. Ye An tried it and it weighed thirty kilograms. The old man took it without hesitation and put it on his shoulders...
In this era, unless you have an official status, you can't use silver. Even those with official status mostly use copper coins, because gold and silver are not circulated in this society.
Nowadays, prices in the Song Dynasty are stable, and the purchasing power of ordinary money is about the same as that of one thousand yuan in later generations. Food prices are the best evidence of the purchasing power of copper coins in this era.
The money was usually enough to have a good meal instead of a big meal at the best restaurant in the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty. This shows that compared with later generations, it was about the same.
While Ye An was still calculating how much wealth he had, Wang Gang had sent his sketch to you in the backyard. Mrs. Wang was talking to Yingniang. When Wang Gang unfolded the drawing paper, the mother and daughter exclaimed one after another.
"Scare! Is this a painting made by an immortal? It's really lifelike!"
Wang Bang quickly crossed his hands respectfully and said: "Madam, this was painted by the little immortal. You didn't see it. It only used a piece of ribbed paper and a few pieces of charcoal. It took an hour to complete this painting!"
Mrs. Wang was surprised and said: "Little fairy? Oh! That's the young man named Ye An... Wang Gang, your clumsy hands are too clumsy to damage this painting. Hurry up and use a paperweight to hold it down."
, invite the best framer in Yangcheng County!"
The Wang gang left in a hurry. One item at home was the housekeeper of the eldest lady.
Mrs. Wang glanced at Yingniang and saw that she was stunned and her face was red. Then she whispered: "This Ye Xiaolangjun is very good. I heard that he is a disciple of Mr. Guanmiao and has such painting skills. I heard that he was a disciple of Mr. Guanmiao."
While having a tea fight with the county lord, a palindrome poem has already been circulated."
"Mom, let's not say it. A daughter with such first-class talent and learning is more than she could ask for. This is because my daughter has suffered a fateful fate. How can she get married again?"
Mrs. Wang smiled slyly: "This is different, he is not an ordinary man! Aren't Mr. Guanmiao's disciples and the disciples of the old immortal the little immortal?"
Yingniang was stunned again, frowned slightly and said, "That's what mother said...but...but..."
Seeing Ying Niang's hesitant look, Mrs. Wang felt pain like blood dripping from her heart. She hugged her little daughter's shoulders and said, "What's there to worry about? Isn't my daughter from the Wang family not good enough for him?"
As long as he doesn't come from a poor family, he's a good match! Your father went to find Mr. Guanmiao to talk to him. Can his parents' orders to a matchmaker help him get away?!"
Mrs. Wang's words were "full of energy" and she had a certain sense of pride in her words.