The news that the writing method was about to be launched made Chen Jianchen, who had a keen sense of smell, detect a hint of danger that was closely related to it. Looking back on the past history, in another time and space, whether it was the "Fen Piao Astronomy" in the Qin Dynasty,
——Chen Jianchen is now a scholar in the Tiantong Dynasty, and he is a scholar who is restless in his duties. For the sake of his wealth and life, he must take precautions and be cautious in his words and actions from now on.
In the next few days, he spent a lot of time and began to focus on collecting information in this area. However, the temple was too far away, and the changes in it were beyond the reach of a young scholar like him who lived far away in Jiangzhou. He just asked
Just some side news. For example, there are rumors about the discord between the Chao Gang faction; and there are some interesting things about the draftsman, Mr. He Xie He...
Although Mr. He's surname is He, his given name is Jie, and his courtesy name is Wengui. But because of his hobbies - he loves playing with crabs, eating crabs, painting crabs, and writing poems about crabs, and he takes pleasure in doing so, so now the Holy Spirit rewards him.
He has a nickname, "Master Crab". Therefore, people call him "Master Crab" directly, and his real name is not used.
Mr. He didn't feel dissatisfied with this, but felt complacent about it.
Unable to understand the real thing, Chen Jianchen simply put the Liaozhai business on hold to avoid the limelight. After all, he was not short of money now, so he did not necessarily need to sell calligraphy to make a living.
Or maybe the Holy Grace is so great, but the new text of the law came belatedly and was not announced before the New Year. That’s fine, you can have a happy New Year.
In total, this is Chen Jianchen's second New Year since time travel. As time goes by, people live longer, and he is eighteen years old. In his previous life, this was a carefree and sunny flowering season, but in this life, now
He is the pillar of the family that cannot be lost, and the mother's support in her heart.
Recalling the happy time of writing Spring Festival couplets in the first year of his life, Chen Jianchen missed the simple and innocent happiness of the past for no reason.
"Mom, Abao, I want to go out for a walk."
As for the new year's goods, Mo Sanniang and Abao had almost prepared them a few days ago, so Chen Jianchen didn't need to worry at all. He was so happy that he took to the streets to relax.
At this time, the streets of Jiangzhou were extremely lively, with at least twice as many pedestrians as usual, and twice as many stalls selling Spring Festival couplets on both sides.
The display of Spring Festival couplet stalls is very simple, with one table and one chair, just the four treasures of the study. There is no signboard, and they don't shout loudly to attract customers like other stall owners. The scholars and scholars in formal clothes just sit on the chairs, and even show off when there is no business.
Holding a volume in hand and reading.
Because of his love for calligraphy, Chen Jianchen did not miss any stall that wrote Spring Festival couplets when he was wandering around to see what good calligraphy there was. However, what disappointed him was that the calligraphy written by those scholars was all ingenious.
It is rich, as if it were printed, too standard, and lacks unique artistic connotation, and has no redeeming qualities.
As I walked, I unknowingly turned two streets, and suddenly I saw cheers in front of me, and a circle of people gathered around me, as if they were watching something exciting.
Chen Jianchen's heart moved, and he walked over and took a look. It turned out to be a painting stall, and a scholar was helping people paint and paint portraits.
This book has grown up a bit. It looks vaguely aged. I can't tell whether he is in his twenties or thirties. His eyes are a little small, but they are very bright. The stubble on the chin that is not repaired is particularly embarrassing. Because of this,
It adds a bit of melancholy - as the saying goes, artists all follow the path of melancholy, and it seems that this artist has mastered three of them.
Chen Jianchen became interested and went to see the portraits he painted. When he saw them, he couldn't help but clapped his hands in admiration.
What a painting!
He likes calligraphy himself, but he also has some knowledge about drawings. He was very interested in drawing classes when he was in college. However, compared with calligraphy, Chen Jianchen's attainments in drawings are somewhat lacking. He has many exercises, but he can master them.
None of the works have been shown to the public.
Now I see the scholar painting the portrait, his brush is flying, he can draw the face of the subject on the white paper with just a few strokes, the features are lifelike and lifelike - in the era without cameras, such a lifelike portrait is simply people's portrait.
dream.
Therefore, even if the scholar charges one hundred pence for each portrait, which is very expensive, his business will still be visited by many people, and there will be a large crowd of spectators.
After finishing painting for three customers in a row, the next customer did not show up. The scholar put down the brush and wiped his hands with a wet towel.
Seeing this, Chen Jianchen stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "I am a student from Minghua Academy. My surname is Chen and my courtesy name is Liuxian. I see that my painting method is unique and charming. Have you not asked me for advice?"
Hearing this, the scholar quickly stood up and returned the greeting: "Junior has met the senior."
Chen Jianchen was stunned: "You are also a student of Minghua College?"
The scholar replied: "My junior fellow student, whose surname is Xiao and whose courtesy name is Hanfeng, is a new scholar. He will study at the college next year. But the tuition is not enough, so he makes a living by painting for others on the street."
It turned out that this was the case, and Chen Jianchen was immediately relieved - the Tiantong Dynasty valued etiquette, and the advanced scholars were the elders, while the less advanced scholars were the younger ones. Therefore, Xiao Hanfeng wanted Chen Jianchen to be his senior, and he should treat each other with courtesy and not be negligent.
"Haha, that's a good painting. Han Feng must have been immersed in this art for a long time."
"The senior is so complimentary."
The two of them were chatting casually. At this time, a little maid squeezed into the crowd. She walked to the stall and said to Han Feng: "Ms. sir, my lady would like to invite you to paint a portrait at home."
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This maid is dressed in ordinary clothes, has a calm attitude, and has a round apple face that is very pleasing to the eye. She quickly added: "The painter's price is twice as much. Please move on, sir."
Han Feng paints on the street, and the customers are basically men. Generally, if a lady or Xiaojiabiyu wants to paint a portrait, she will invite the painter to her home to avoid being watched. If someone invites someone, it means there is business, maybe
We can still have a romantic encounter...
So Chen Jianchen quietly gave Han Feng a thumbs up.
This Han Feng was an interesting person, his face turned red all of a sudden, and he said: "Please lead the way, miss." He packed up the stall, put it in the bookcase, confessed to Chen Jianchen, and left with the maid.
Chen Jianchen laughed it off. After all, they were classmates in school, and there would be plenty of opportunities to get along with each other and get to know each other's character. Then we would see if it was worth getting to know each other.
Feeling a little tired from shopping, Chen Jianchen went home for lunch. But as soon as he returned home, he suddenly heard a noise coming from the Golden Needle Restaurant opposite.
Chen Jianchen frowned, walked over and took a look, and saw a fat, dark man there, full of alcohol and shouting loudly, asking Lu Xiyue to see a doctor for him.
This man was short, dark and fat, with a sinewy face and a pair of eyes that were one big and one small, giving him a somewhat fierce look.
Lu Xiyue did not come out. The person who came out to stop him was a maid named "Qiu Ju": "Brother, Jin Zhenzhai only treats women, not men. You should go back and find another family."
The man refused to give up and shouted: "Who in half of Jiangzhou doesn't recognize me, Mao Da? Who dares not to give me Mao Da face? You little girl, you don't know how to appreciate me. Now that you have opened a medical clinic, how can you not see me?"
What's wrong with the patient? Your uncle Mao is having a headache. Get out of the way quickly and let him in."
The maid Qiu Ju blocked the door tightly: "Uncle Mao, you should go back. My lady will not treat you no matter what."
Mao Da's thick eyebrows raised: "Little girl, if you don't get out of the way, be careful of the uncle's fists." As he said that, he raised his big fist and shook it.
"In broad daylight, with the sky clear, you dare to hurt people, are you really being lawless?"
A cold word came from behind.
Mao Da chuckled and looked back at Chen Jianchen: "Where did you come from, a pretty boy? How dare you do harm to me? Are your skin itchy?"
"rampant!"
Chen Jianchen shouted loudly: "I am a junior student of Minghua College, what kind of rogue are you? You disturb others for no reason and dare to break into private houses!"
Hearing him announce his identity, Mao's momentum weakened a bit, and he was speechless, then turned around and ran away.
Qiu Ju naturally knew Chen Jianchen, so she quickly saluted and thanked him: "Thank you very much, Mr. Chen."
Chen Jianchen said: "It's just a little effort. Where is your young lady?"
"Inside, please follow me."
At this time, at the corner of the street, Mao Dazheng looked at this side with a fierce look, and murmured through gritted teeth: "The pretty boy can get in, but I can't. Damn, isn't he just a housekeeper who used to walk in the bird building?"
Do you think you can become noble by changing your profession and becoming a doctor?"
After saying that, he left angrily.
There is only one entrance to Jinzhenzhai's house. There are two wing rooms in the inner courtyard. Lu Xi lives in one room and two maids live in another room. The front room is used for consultation and medical treatment.
After Chen Jianchen entered, he served tea in the front hall. Lu Xiyue made the tea herself and poured a cup for him.
"Thank you very much, sir, for what happened just now."
Chen Jianchen laughed: "There is no need to be too polite between you and me."
Hearing this, Lu Xiyue felt as if she had eaten a piece of rock candy, and immediately felt sweet. She said "hmm" obediently, and then sat aside.
Chen Jianchen asked again: "Xi Yue, if you open a medical clinic, you must often be harassed by gangsters."
——It’s not easy to make a living in the city, let alone a weak female class like her?
Lu Xiyue replied: "It's okay, it's just that Mao Da has been here a few times just now, and he is so reckless and rude. It's really annoying."
Chen Jianchen raised his eyebrows: "It's just a scoundrel. If he really dares to do anything wrong, I will punish him in my own way."
Lu Xiyue had long believed in his abilities and methods, and of course he would not have the slightest doubt.
However, Chen Jianchen thought about it longer and more carefully. Who knew what despicable methods they would use to deal with the gangsters? He did not want to be careless. He calculated on his fingers. In terms of time, if nothing unexpected happened, Yingning and Xiaoyi should be there.
He will rush back to Jiangzhou in the next few days to join him.
Thinking of Ying Ning, a warm smile appeared on Chen Jianchen's lips.