The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 267

[Chapter 267 Shocked Master Wu]

When Master Wu heard this, he froze on the spot and looked at Fang Xiu blankly, wanting to curse.

It took me nearly twenty years to learn ink painting from my master until I achieved some success.

This guy spent a month learning this kind of painting, and he still thinks he is too stupid and learns too slowly?

If this is considered stupidity and slowness, then what do these twenty years count to?

When Master Wu heard what Fang Xiu said, he felt more and more depressed the more he thought about it, as if there was a breath in his chest that he couldn’t spit out.

If he wasn’t already old and his mental endurance was much stronger than when he was young, he might have spit a mouthful of blood on Fang Xiu’s face by now.

“If General Fang has free time, can you show me how to complete this painting?”

After an unknown amount of time, Master Wu seemed to have made up his mind and asked with a shy face.

In fact, a second ago, he was still very disdainful of Fang Xiu. However, after seeing such a painting that almost reversed his outlook on life and values, his views completely changed.

Although such a painting is not that exquisite or beautiful, he has never seen the painting technique and composition before.

Compared with the traditional painting method, this kind of painting is more valuable in reality.

He has been painting for so many years and has seen countless paintings, but he has never seen such a real painting.

Even the people he knows who paint portraits may not be able to reach one ten thousandth of the level of General Fang. This is not just talk.

From this painting, it can be seen that Fang Xiu’s painting skills are not advanced and he is not proficient. The reason why he can paint such a painting is entirely due to the different painting methods and composition skills.

If you could see with your own eyes how he painted such a painting, maybe you could learn new painting techniques from it.

Therefore, he would put down his dignity and ask a person who was not famous in the world of painters and not worth mentioning to show him how to paint.

Fang Xiu heard this, but didn’t take it to heart.

His classmate in high school was an art student, majoring in sketching.

At that time, there were no subject divisions, and his classmates had not started taking art exams. During class, when he was bored, he would draw some simple sketches in the textbook.

After Fang Xiu saw it, he followed him and learned a bit. Although he was not as good as those art students who professionally studied painting, he was still much better than ordinary people.

It is said to be clever, but in fact it means being able to see through it. When others see it at a glance, they can tell that this person has practiced it!

“I’m free now, but why should I draw for you?”

Fang Xiu looked up with an indifferent expression and glanced at Master Wu.

When Master Wu heard this, he was slightly startled, with a bitter expression on his face. He thought for a while and said, “If General Fang is willing to paint, I am willing to pay a thousand taels of silver to buy this painting. How about it?”

For him, , money is just an external thing.

Now that he is in the palace, it is even more true. Not to mention one thousand taels of silver, even if it is

ten thousand taels of silver, he still can’t get it out, but if he is willing to take out the scraps he drew before It’s not particularly difficult to sell it and earn ten thousand taels of silver.

When Fang Xiu heard ‘one thousand taels of silver’, his brows suddenly raised.

Just such a sketch will be given away to others for free in future generations. If others are not willing to take it, even if they reluctantly accept it, they will just treat it as garbage and throw it away.

This bad old man is actually willing to spend a thousand taels of silver to buy it?

Fang Xiu has just seen this Master Wu’s painting. It is indeed a profound artistic conception. Even in future generations, it would be worth thousands of gold. Not to mention that this old man is the most famous painter in Chu State, not to mention the added value.

Such a famous and capable painter was actually willing to spend one thousand taels of silver to buy a sketch that looked like scrap paper.

So, wouldn’t it be possible to make a fortune just by sketching?

Fang Xiu looked at the painting he had just painted, and suddenly he didn’t want to give it to Zhao Yan.

“Okay, one thousand taels of silver.”

After Fang Xiu agreed, he took out a piece of rice paper from the side and placed it on the stone table.

Then, he glanced at Master Wu and asked: “What do you want to draw?”

Master Wu was slightly startled when he heard this. Then, with a slightly excited expression on his face, he asked: “Apart from portraits, Can you draw other things?”

Fang Xiu nodded and replied, “As long as it’s not too complicated.”

In fact, compared to other things, portraits are the more difficult part to draw.

Especially for an amateur like him, it is much easier to draw some simple landscapes than to draw portraits.

When painting landscapes, you don’t need to be too realistic. You just need to let others see it at a glance, and then it’s adequate.

But portraits are different. Compared with a true master of sketching and an amateur like him who has only studied for a month, the difference is really huge.

Portraits are not landscapes. When others look at them, their first impression takes up the entire content.

Therefore, only those with superb painting skills can draw portraits that look real and comfortable.

After Master Wu heard what Fang Xiu said, he raised his eyes, glanced at the surrounding environment, pondered for a moment, and said, “General Fang, can you look at this corner of the yard?”

Before Master Wu could speak, he heard Fang Xiu interrupt him: “Yes.”

After Fang Xiu finished speaking, he picked up the charcoal pencil he had thrown away before.

Then, I took the charcoal pen and started smearing it on the rice paper.

Master Wu saw that Fang Xiu was really painting with charcoal. The expression on his face was very wonderful. He didn’t know whether it was anger, sadness, doubt, inferiority, or even guilt.

In short, if anyone noticed his expression, they would be very surprised. I discovered that there are people in this world who can have such rich expressions.

Although Master Wu is old, his eyes are still bright and sparkling, even more so now.

A pair of bright eyes looked at the drawings on the charcoal and rice paper in Fang Xiu’s hands without blinking.

At the same time, he raised his eyes from time to time and glanced at a corner of the yard not far away.

At first, his expression was still very confused, but

after only half a stick of incense, his expression changed greatly. With an unbelievable look, he looked at the composition that was gradually taking shape on the rice paper. And the scenery in the corner of the yard in reality.

If it weren’t for the fear of disturbing Fang Xiu’s painting, he could hardly help but scream.

This was the first time he had seen such a real painting. To be precise, it was the second time. The previous time was just half a stick of incense.

If you haven’t seen it with your own eyes, some people would dare to believe that with just a piece of charcoal, you can spread the real scenery on rice paper.

This is simply a miracle!

(End of chapter)