Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 505: The meaning of famous paintings

There are still very few famous paintings in Kyushu. After all, they are not like modern ones. Some people hype and **** can turn you into rare treasures.

In Kyushu, paintings that do not have the realm of brilliant pens and flowers are not eligible to be called famous paintings, so the number of famous paintings has always been small.

If it's not for collectors' lack of money, or some other reason, there is rarely a circulation of famous paintings on the market. After all, Kyushu does not lack rich people, what is lacking is famous paintings with special effects.

Generally speaking, the birth of a famous painting in three or four months is already very fast, so what did you Zheng Qingfang say? Get three famous paintings at once?

If it weren't for Zheng Qingfang's personality, the guests present would start to wonder if the old man had done a trick of taking the game.

"What are you waiting for? Come on!"

Li Zixing urged.

Gu Xiuxun stood on the periphery and looked at all of this. Even if she wanted to help Sun Mo, she was still powerless. After all, the two parties in this kind of struggle already belonged to the top dignitaries in Jinling.

Soon, three tall men walked in, each holding a rectangular wooden box.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Lun, the prefect of Jinling, was taken aback, followed by a reaction. Zheng Qingfang was afraid that the famous painting would be lost, and he was immediately unhappy: "Zheng Xiang, how can such a vulgar person be defiled by such things as famous paintings?"

When he heard this, Sun Mo frowned, and his impression of the prefect fell drastically.

Jinling prefect, with a high position and power, he was not only a civil servant, but also a part of the soldiers and horses, but he looked down on the soldiers.

However, this is also the norm in the Tang State, and the civilian officials look down on military officials.

Zheng Qingfang knew Fang Lun's temperament, so naturally he wouldn't argue with him over this bit of trouble, but somebody was vocal not far away.

"The famous painting did not pick people, but the painters are picking people, haha, it's really funny!"

Fang Lun's face changed, and he turned his head fiercely: "Who is making noise?"

The guests staying in the area where Fang Lun was watching, immediately walked away with panic, fearing that they would be stared at, and then Fang Wuji, who was sitting in the corner drinking sullenly, appeared.

"Wuji, what are you talking about?"

Cao Xian was taken aback for a moment, then he scolded: "Don't you hurry up to apologize to the prefect?"

"He should be apologized!"

Fang Wuji was dimly drunk, because his proposal to Tong Tong was rejected in public. After he returned, he began to be decadent and began to feel low self-esteem.

In the past, Yifang Wuji’s EQ would not say such things, but now, he doesn’t care anymore, and he has begun to abandon himself. Anyway, his life has gone boring, and ruined.

"Premier, he is drunk!"

Cao Xian sighed secretly. He knew that he couldn't persuade Fang Wuji and could only make amends for him.

"Old Fang, appreciate the painting! Enjoy the painting! Don't let this kind of person ruin the elegance!"

Li Zixing persuaded him.

He is behind the scenes of Wandao Academy, and he still values ​​Fang Wuji very much, but this kid, it's time to beat and beat.

"He is dead!"

An Xinhui sighed.

"The competitor's top card is dead, you should be happy, right?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"Even if I want to win, I will use dignified means."

An Xinhui explained: "Fang Wuji is a good teacher, what a pity!"

To be honest, the three big men don't feel that they have been humiliated. After all, this dynasty has no such thing as human rights.

"Okay, enjoy the painting!"

Zheng Qingfang gave Fang Lun a hand, and he also cherishes talents, not wanting Fang Wuji to be cleaned up: "The first picture, "Outing in Early Spring"."

When the scroll was unfolded, it was a beautiful spring scene where the rain stopped at the beginning of the spring and the colorful clouds were shining all over. The breath of spring rushed to your face instantly, making the entire Linjiang Temple silent.

This is the charm of the famous paintings, but you can't move them away at a glance.

No one commented, no one commented, because they are all immersed in this childlike atmosphere.

The ten-mile long pavilion, Swift returns north!

The stream is gurgling, with a few swimming fishes playing, there is a wind blowing across the willow trees on both banks, cutting off a touch of young shoots.

Not far away, a young girl carrying a kite was tiptoeing, looking towards the road.

Looking along the girl's line of sight, you can see at the end of the path, there is a turbid son who is holding a fan in his left hand, trusting the horse by the rein.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Li Zi slapped his thigh vigorously, and then clapped vigorously. He also saw the treasure on his face.

This painting instantly brought him back to his childhood, and remembered the time he spent springing out with his playmates.

"When I was a kid, I put paper kites like this!"

"A girl with a total horn, a yellow-mouthed child, so happy!"

"Woohoo!"

The guests talked a lot, with a lot of emotions, and even a few emotionally rich ladies began to cry in memory of the lost youth.

Zheng Qingfang looked at these people, sneered, and then spoke: "Everyone, take a closer look, this famous painting is not just a picture of walking!"

Zheng Qingfang is a big boss. Others naturally dare not violate his proposal, so he watched the painting again, and then discovered the details.

On the grass in the distance, a dozen teenage boy servants ran around holding the paper kite. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and their faces were exhausted, but no one dared to stop. , Because a gorgeously-dressed girl yelled at them.

On the right side of the picture scroll, there is a long pavilion with a sumptuous banquet. Several rich children in gorgeous clothes are drinking tea while chatting with the paper kites in the sky.

Outside the pavilion, on the side of the road, stood a girl holding a red toothed board selling singing. The straw sandals under her feet were covered with dew and mud.

She wanted to get close to earning a few words and rewards, but she was also beaten up for fear of disturbing the noble Yaxing.

The guests stopped talking, they all peeked at Zheng Qingfang's expression.

Sure enough, this prime minister, even if he is an official, is concerned about the people of Li people.

"The idea of ​​this painting is really wonderful. At first glance, it looks like a child of the rich family going out in early spring. It is childlike and cheerful. But looking at the edges of the four corners, the tone of the entire famous painting has changed drastically. Complain!"

Qi Muen spoke up, appreciating the painting.

"Not bad!"

An Xinhui nodded: "The water is cold in early spring, but these child servants are still standing in the river and brushing the horses. It can be seen that the identities are different."

Zheng Qingfang glanced, and the others did not speak. It was not that they could not appreciate their artistic level, but that they dared not speak.

This painting is obviously depicting two worlds.

"Master Miao, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang looked at Miao Mu.

Miao Mu is silent. The main theme of this painting is that although the paintings are all outings, happiness belongs only to the upper class. He can see it, but how dare to say it?

All those who can show up here are the first-class people. If you tell them by yourself, don't you want to offend them?

"Ha!"

Seeing Miao Mu like this, Zheng Qingfang laughed in his heart.

"This world is so big, and there are indeed many suffering people. I have the emperor's grace in my life, and I must work hard so that there are no hungry and dead bones on this roadside, so that everyone's grain room is full!"

Qi Muen spoke again: "On behalf of the eldest princess, I donated one million taels of silver to repair the Tzu Chi Institute and the school."

Tzu Chi is an orphanage.

Hearing this, the guests all looked gloomy. Zheng Qingfang, you are not dead. It turns out that you are planning to cheat everyone's money.

Qi Muen has spoken, if you don't donate, don't you want to eat it?

"Qi Luma really has a benevolent heart, one million taels, and he can do a lot of things. I must urge the next to supervise this matter and let all the money be spent on the blade!"

After Li Zixingyi finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Qingfang: "Zheng Xiang, the first famous painting is so wonderful, and it is also very beautiful compared to the second one. Get it out soon!"

"Yes, Zheng Xiang, take it out!"

"You can feast your eyes this time!"

"I don't know which famous artist's work is?"

The guests immediately began to talk, and the voices were loud, they all selectively forgot about the donation.

Zheng Qingfang almost died of anger. He didn't expect Li Zixing to be so shameless and unremarkable. As long as he donated some money, these guests would have to donate generously.

"This man is so shameless!"

The papaya lady looked at Li Zixing in amazement, are you a royal clan? This dawn of Jinling, is it your people?

You don't even pay a dime?

Thinking of this, the papaya mother stood up: "Grandpa Zheng, I donate one hundred and seventy-six 28 dollars!"

Huh!

Everyone stared at them, their expressions were not good, who is this? A topic that has already been revealed, but still to mention it again?

"Yeah, little girl, why is the money you donated a little bit different?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Because I only have so much money!"

Lu Zhiruo took it for granted, and then after noticing that others were staring at her, he couldn't help but shrink behind Ying Baiwu.

The head iron girl was not afraid, she subconsciously put her right hand on the handle of the knife, until she felt empty, she remembered that she was searched and the weapon was taken away when she was on the cruise ship.

To be honest, if it were not a question of position, everyone present would have been moved by the papaya girl. This is really a kind and good girl.

"Since all my students have donated money, I cannot be left behind as a teacher. On behalf of the Zhongzhou Academy, I donated one million taels to support the children in Jinling and surrounding villages."

After Sun Mo finished speaking, he looked at Cao Xian.

"Zhongzhou Academy really has a deep background. Although I am not as good as Wandao Academy, I have to contribute one million taels!"

At this moment, Cao Xian did not feel distressed. After all, he still has the sense of honor as a famous teacher and principal. After seeing this famous painting, he was infected and wanted to do something for the poor children.

"I'm gonna!"

Li Zixing stared at him immediately, you donated money? Is that all my money?

Zhongzhou Academy and Wandao Academy have both spoken, Fang Taishou can't sit still, he also wants to face him, there is no way, he can only laugh, and force himself.

"I'm a poor person~IndoMTL.com~ I can only sell iron and make up five hundred thousand taels!"

Fang Lun sighed with an expression of helplessness.

This acting is truly incredible.

"My heart becomes better!"

Zheng Qingfang comforted, actually he sneered, every year you receive several million taels of filial piety from the merchants who sell salt and iron tea.

"I donate one million taels!"

Li Zixing had no choice but to donate several top giants. No matter how much he insisted, he would really lose face. When he opened his mouth, the guests would not be able to hide, so they could only save money.

Zheng Qingfang smiled. After this banquet, I can do a lot of things with a thousand taels.

"Okay, the money is also donated. Hurry up and come up with the second famous painting, right?"

Qi Muen urged, but the guests didn't want to watch it anymore. If this is to force a donation again, who can bear it?