The Transmigrated Li Jin's Daily Farming Life

Huang Yiling was probably the first person Li Jin saw who could paint since he traveled through time.

Several people fought a few rounds of poems, and Huang Yiling's side also drew similarly.

Xu Zifan saw that Li Jin was not interested in writing poems, so he proposed to take everyone to watch in the yard.

There is only one house with this scale layout in the town.

Chen Xiran naturally agreed, and he could tell that among Huang Xiucai's three students, only Xu Zifan was better at writing poems, and the other two were just as good as him.

Realizing this, Chen Xiran was very happy.

It seems that the style of writing in this town is not very civilized, and it is still lacking in cultivating students' elegant taste, but it is just as he wants.

What Chen Xiran can feel, Li Jin can naturally feel it too.

He thought that Mr. Song had said before that the level of students in each town is different, and he was warned that he must not be proud of his excellent studies in his town.

Chen Xiran also told him in the morning that when he was studying, everyone was very good at reciting poems.

And in their town, the ability of the few people sitting there is almost the same. It seems that in terms of poetry writing, they are not as good as the students from Chen Xiran's previous place.

The imperial examination will not help the poor because of the place of origin of a candidate. For the county examination, it is a unified examination for candidates in the entire county. Mr. Song said before that the learning atmosphere of the student union in the county will be much better than that in the town.

Thinking about it this way, Li Jin told himself not to slack off.

Regardless of whether he plans to take the exam in the future, but being a scholar is the most basic achievement for a scholar. If he passes the exam as a scholar, no one in the town would dare to bully his husband for no reason.

Huang Yiling made the last stroke and called everyone to watch.

Although Li Jin had never studied art appreciation, when he took a closer look, he felt that Huang Yiling's paintings were very comfortable.

His painting skills may not be very exquisite, but it can also be seen that he has enough talent in this area.

From the layout and the level of depth of the brush and ink, the beauty of the chrysanthemum's first blooming is presented, as if it can make people feel the chrysanthemum that is spitting out its pistil.

Li Jin praised: "Brother Huang's paintings are really delicate and vivid."

When Huang Yiling heard his boast, he was very excited. After all, he had wanted to give Li Jin the "Medical Museum Picture" he drew before.

If Li Jin didn't like it, he wouldn't ask for humiliation.

Fortunately, Li Jin really praised his paintings.

Huang Yiling had a talent for painting when he was a child, plus he had been with Huang Xiucai since he was a child, so he had plenty of time to study, so Huang Xiucai naturally would not lose his talent, but asked someone to teach him calligraphy and painting.

But the man himself was from Yeluzi, and after teaching for a few years, he said that he had nothing more to teach, so he resigned.

This is also the limitation of a small place, but for a child from a farming family, it is considered very lucky.

Huang Yiling said with a smile: "Brother Li's poem about appreciating chrysanthemums just now is full of precious words. Huang has a heartfelt request. I hope Brother Li will write a poem for this painting. How about it?"

Li Jinguan’s painting of chrysanthemums is three feet (100cm long and 55cm wide) in size. Huang Yiling painted it vertically, leaving a large blank area on the upper left side, which is the place for the painter to nominate.

He didn't refuse either. With the matter of seeking medical treatment before, the relationship between the five of them was suddenly drawn closer. It would be very polite to refuse again.

So Li Jin took the brush, stood still, and tapped the ink with the tip of the brush, so that the written characters would be smaller and more delicate.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Huang Yiling's painting is originally small, but there is no smaller brush here, so he can only use an ordinary brush to inscribe poems.

Li Jin's action made people think more highly of him.It can be seen that this person is not a fat man with a swollen face, but is really knowledgeable and has ink in his stomach.

Li Jin inscribed the poem he had just composed. Now he has perfected every stroke, and his willow style is very correct.

Complementing the nobleness of the chrysanthemums painted by Huang Yiling, it is quite the finishing touch, making the quality of the whole painting even better.

Huang Yiling clapped his hands and applauded: "Brother Li's words are full of style, very much like Brother Li himself."

He put away the painting and said, "I want to hang this painting in my bedroom, and examine myself three times a day, whether I have practiced calligraphy, whether I have memorized it, and whether I have done anything wrong!"

Zhou Qi smiled and said, "Well, you Huang Yiling, Sanxing is talking about repeated reflections, you are changing concepts secretly."

It has become a habit for Huang Yiling to argue with him, saying: "Of course I know, but I just want to use Brother Li's calligraphy to stimulate me to practice calligraphy more every day."

Li Jin saw Huang Yiling's signature. In fact, his handwriting was also very good. After all, he was brought by Huang Xiucai's side since he was a child. Over the years, strange things happen only if he can't write well.

But it may be because Huang Yiling spends more time learning calligraphy and painting, so when he writes, he can't help but bring a little charm of calligraphy and painting, and each character is quite round.

Such characters are beautiful, and they go well with calligraphy and painting.

But it is not the regular script required by the imperial examination.

Li Jin thought, in this era, Guange style has not yet appeared. Although the imperial examination requires a unified font to be regular script, there is no regulation on whether it is Yan style or Liu style.

He has practiced both fonts himself, but this time Huang Yiling's painting is chrysanthemum, with slender strokes, and it is obviously more suitable to use thin fluid.

Afterwards, Xu Zifan, as the host, took a few people to visit the house.

No one knew that this painting was auctioned for a high price of one hundred taels of silver decades later, not because of how exquisite and ingenious the painting is.

It's because of the poem, and the person who wrote it.

Li Jin, a great calligrapher of a generation, can no longer find the posts on calligraphy practice in his early years. Although this poem is written in fluid, it has already demonstrated Li Jin's personal style.

Of course, no one knows the follow-up story at this moment.

Huang Yiling walked up to Li Jin and said, "Brother Li, it's been a month and a half, and I never thought we'd meet here.

To be honest, I went to Xinglin Hall to ask for medicine that day, and when I got back, I even made a painting, which I wanted to give you as a thank you gift.But then I went to Xinglin Hall again, and the apprentice told me that you were no longer going to the clinic. I thought that there was no chance to send this painting out. "

When Huang Yiling talked to this extent, Li Jin naturally would not refuse.

In addition, he just wrote a poem to Huang Yiling, so this painting must be accepted as a courtesy.

But Li Jin had his own idea in his heart, that is, he had to wait for a suitable opportunity to ask Huang Yiling to teach him how to paint.

So he discussed with Huang Yiling about calligraphy and painting for a long time, with a warm smile on his face all the time, making people feel close to each other just by looking at it.

When Li Jin was sitting seriously in the hospital, some loud and noisy patients didn't dare to make trouble when they came to him.

But if he took the initiative to find Huatou, he would soon be able to mingle with others.

By the time the tea party was over, Li Jin had already made an appointment with Huang Yiling for the next meeting.

Of course, it is unrealistic for Huang Yiling to go to the village to look for him, and as Mr. Song's student, it is not easy for him to go to Huang Xiucai's door to look for Huang Yiling.

So the two made an appointment at the tea house in the town, drinking tea and listening to books, while exchanging poems and paintings.

When the relationship between the two was better, it would not be so abrupt for Li Jin to ask for advice.

Scholars in ancient times were more circuitous and paid attention to etiquette, and Li Jin was already used to this way.

But if the relationship is close, then of course you can speak directly.

Just like Huang Yiling actually wanted to ask Li Jin to prescribe medicine for Mr. Huang, but this time he didn't say anything about it. After all, Li Jin is no longer the doctor of Xinglintang, and he and Li Jin are also strangers. I think he is very uneducated.

The five of them walked to the town together before saying goodbye.

At this time, the sun had gradually moved to the west, and it was obviously past noon.

Li Jin was also hungry, and it was fortunate that he ate the steamed buns bought by Chen Xiran in the morning, or else his stomach would growl because of the breakfast he got up at six in the morning.

Chen Xiran approached Li Jin and said, "Let's go to Baishifang. When we first met, I said I would go to Baishifang to treat you to dinner. Finally, I have a chance."

Li Jin nodded and agreed, "Okay."

It would take at least an hour to walk back, and he still tortured himself to the point of walking back on an empty stomach.

There are a lot of people in Baishifang, even at this point, there are very few empty seats at the table.

The clerk led the two of them to find a table in the back, "Guest officers, what do you want?"

Chen Xiran is a frequent visitor here, he talked about three dishes, and listed a few options for Li Jin, and Li Jin chose 'three delicacies from the ground'.

Four dishes for two people is quite a lot.

Although Chen Xiran's family is rich, they are not second-generation ancestors who like to show off, and they will not do things like ordering a table of dishes when they invite people to dinner.

With four dishes, the two men can still finish it, after all, they have been hungry for most of the day.

Chen Xiran is a smart person, he said: "A Jin, do you want to learn how to paint?"

Li Jin nodded, it was not surprising that Chen Xiran noticed this.Those who are familiar with him know that he rarely takes the initiative to chat with strangers for so long.

"Yes, I don't need to go to the clinic for a consultation recently, and I have enough money at home. I want to learn one of the six arts."

Chen Xiran said: "I remember that my family has some manuscripts of the introduction to calligraphy and painting, I will find them and bring them to you tomorrow.

Although I never learned to paint, my ex-husband liked to paint.Painting is similar to calligraphy. You can learn the basic brushwork in books, and then practice more on your own.As for more exquisite and original brushwork, you have to learn from a teacher. "

Li Jin thanked him and said, "Thank you, Brother Chen."

Chen Xiran waved his hand: "I'm just afraid that you'll find someone to learn as a teacher, although he can draw, it's okay to teach children enlightenment.

Those basic brushwork and composition, I will give you the book and you will know, but you need to communicate with him for specific improvements. "

Li Jin laughed, "I have the idea of ​​being a teacher. Teachers learn from others, the ancients teach the present, guests from all over the world, masters come first..."

Chen Xiran said: "I know that those who learn first come first, but we are classmates, and you have become a teacher, so he is also my half-master?"

Li Jin didn't expect him to be worried about this, and said, "Don't worry, it's true that a master can become a teacher, but it's not the way to worship a mentor who really wants to teach a career."

Only then did Chen Xiran feel relieved.

On the way back, Li Jin couldn't help shaking his head, even Song Xiucai didn't accept apprentices, he was only their husband and teacher, not their master.

Master, as the name suggests, is a teacher for a day and a father for life.

Li Jin has no plans to worship Master for the time being.

Even those champions on the gold list and Tanhualang only worshiped under a certain great Confucianism a few years before entering the imperial court.

Li Jin thought, he didn't have such a big ambition, he only had one dream for the time being, which was to make money and replace all the rough sheets at home with cotton cloth.

Otherwise, if you bully the boy again next time, let him ride on it...

He didn't want to see red marks on his body from the sheets every time he washed the boy.