Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 224

Xin Yaoqin was reading a book, while Zhang Qingfeng was sitting opposite and drinking tea, looking at the decoration of the whole room from time to time.

Xin Yaoqin's rooms are all wooden houses, giving people a kind of antique room.The decoration is also very "luxurious".

In the room, several sets of calligraphy and landscape paintings were also hung.

In addition, in the middle of the room, there is a large bed, which is covered by red curtains.

On the wall beside the bed, there are several musical instruments hanging, including flute, pipa, guzheng, flute, and so on.

It can't be seen that there are quite a lot of musical instruments in the Xinyao Qin Club.

The whole room is large, but with several pots of carbon fire, it won't make people feel very cold in winter.

It was not yet noon, and although there was a beautiful woman in front of him, Zhang Qingfeng felt quite bored.

"If Mr. Lang is bored, I'll take you for a walk!" Xin Yaoqin saw Zhang Qingfeng's boredom, so she said to him.

At this time, Xin Yaoqin had already read some of the content of The Legend of the White Snake, and she was basically convinced that the Yang Sanlang in front of her was the one who wrote the Romance of the Gods.

Although the number of words in this Legend of the White Snake is not as many as Fengshen Yanyi, the quality seems to be better.

"No, you can read a book. If you have paintings with brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, you can lend them to me." Zhang Qingfeng said to Xin Yaoqin.

"Yes, I'll let you get the painting." Xin Yaoqin said hastily.

Immediately she said to Hua'er's little maid: "Give Yang San a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and by the way, let the seniors and juniors bring in a table."

Xin Yaoqin thought that Zhang Qingfeng was going to write a novel here to pass the time, and asked someone to prepare a few cases.

Soon, under the command of Hua'er's little maid, two muscular men brought a desk and prepared all the pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Huh? I also prepared a quill!"

Zhang Qingfeng discovered that among the pens, ink, paper and inkstones he had prepared, there was actually a quill pen. This is really true, but he didn't expect that the quill pens would become popular in brothels.

The reason why the quill pen invented by Zhang Qingfeng spread so quickly is not unrelated to the Romance of the Gods he wrote.

Nowadays, copying the novels of Fengshen has become a business. One book costs more than 100 yuan, and many poor scholars can make a living from this.

If you want to make money by copying the Romance of the Gods, you should naturally write it as fast as possible.

The fastest pen for copying is the quill pen. Compared with the bulky brush, the quill pen is not as tiring to copy as the brush. If you use a brush to copy for a while, your hands will not be able to bear it. So overall, the efficiency of the quill pen is actually the brush ten times of that.

This is why quill pens became popular.

In addition to asking the painter to prepare pens and inks, Xin Yaoqin also prepared a thick stack of paper, all of which are high-quality rice paper.

Zhang Qingfeng originally wanted to write something to pass the time, but after much deliberation, he didn't have any idea.

The Romance of the Gods and The Legend of the White Snake have already been written, but Zhang Qingfeng hasn't decided which one to copy for the new novel.

Just when Zhang Qingfeng was not sure how to write, he found a little head curiously looking at the rice paper. It was the little maid painting not far away.

"Hua'er, come here." Zhang Qingfeng waved to Hua'er.

"What's the matter?" Hua'er hurriedly walked over a few steps and asked Zhang Qingfeng.

"You move a stool and sit there, and I'll help you draw a picture." Zhang Qingfeng pointed to the front and said.

"what?"

"Ah what? Hurry up."

"Oh!"

Hua'er obediently followed Zhang Qingfeng's instructions and moved a stool to sit in front.

Xin Yaoqin glanced at the two of them while reading, but didn't say anything, and continued to study hard.

"Don't move, there is a slight smile on the corner of your mouth, that's it, don't move."

Zhang Qingfeng quickly painted on the rice paper while giving instructions to Hua'er.

His paintbrush is some feathers from the tip of the quill he folded, and these feathers become a soft paintbrush after he dips them in ink.

Zhang Qingfeng observed while painting, he had to admit that although Hua'er's little maid was still young, she was still a beauty.

Most of the girls in the brothel are trained from young girls with good looks, and then they will be placed next to their seniors to study. The better the qualifications, the more famous the girls will follow.

For example, Xin Yaoqin, she was brought up by Liu's mother. A few years ago, Liu's mother could be regarded as a famous brand of Cuiwei Pavilion, and Xin Yaoqin was Liu's little maid.

Perhaps in a few years, when Hua'er's little maid grows up, she will also become a famous brand in the brothel.

"The painting is finished, come and have a look!"

A few hours later, Zhang Qingfeng finally finished the whole painting, so he waved to the fidgety little maid who had already been sitting.

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, the little maid who had been impatient for a long time came over quickly, and then looked at Zhang Qingfeng's drawing paper.

"Wow!"

The next moment, an exclamation sounded.

"This, is this me? It looks too similar." Hua'er's little maid looked at herself in the painting, stuttering in surprise.

At this moment, the attracted Xin Yaoqin also came over, and upon seeing it, she also let out an exclamation.

"Yang Sanlang, this, is this what you drew just now?" She couldn't believe it.

"I didn't draw it, could it be that you failed to draw it?" Zhang Qingfeng said after taking a look at Xin Yaoqin.

What Zhang Qingfeng painted was a realistic figure painting in black and white. He only used two colors of black and white, but completely highlighted all the details of the whole figure.

The reflections and shadows of the faces, the reflections of the pupils, the wispy hair, the texture of the clothes, etc., make this painting look like a beautiful black and white photo.

This is the painting technique that Zhang Qingfeng learned from the master painter Lin Jun.

This painter is the leader of the surrealist school of painting. A pair of "Little Ginger" was once worth hundreds of millions.

Zhang Qingfeng learned all his painting skills with learning cards, so it is very easy to draw a simple character.

It's just a matter of pens and paints.His paintings can only be regarded as defective products in the eyes of true masters.

But even so, Zhang Qingfeng's paintings can open the eyes of ancient people who have little knowledge.

"This, this painting is too similar, too similar." Xin Yaoqin exclaimed.

At this moment, Hua'er's little maid was speechless, her entire face was flushed red, and she couldn't suppress the expression of surprise.

After watching for a long time, Xin Yaoqin and Hua'er came out of the amazed state.

"Yang Sanlang, I didn't expect that you can not only write novels, play the huqin, but also draw pictures. You are such a great talent!" Xin Yaoqin said to Zhang Qingfeng with a smile.

"Hehe, I'm overwhelmed." Zhang Qingfeng said with a sigh.

"Yang Sanlang, can you sell this painting to me?" At this moment, the little maid of Hua'er looked at Zhang Qingfeng eagerly and asked.

She liked this painting so much, she wanted this painting, so she spoke to Zhang Qingfeng.

"You don't need to sell it. If you like it, I can give it to you. Anyway, I just draw it to pass the time." Zhang Qingfeng said to the little maid of Hua'er.

"That's great, thank you, thank you Yang Sanlang." The little maid Hua'er thanked Zhang Qingfeng in surprise, her eyes sparkling at Zhang Qingfeng, she was very cute.

Hearing what the two said, Xin Yaoqin opened her mouth, but did not speak.

Originally, she wanted this painting, but she didn't expect that the painting would take the lead, so she had no choice but to give up.

"I want Qin'er and Shi'er to look at my paintings." The little girl Hua'er couldn't wait to say to the two of them. Before everyone could react, she opened the door and left the room.

When Zhang Qingfeng and Xin Yaoqin came to their senses, they only heard the sound of footsteps going away.

Xin Yaoqin and Zhang Qingfeng looked at each other helplessly.

(End of this chapter)