The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 268

[Chapter 268: Can I accept an old man as my disciple?]

On the side, Fang Xiu was concentrating on painting and did not notice the change in Master Wu’s expression. He raised his eyes from time to time and looked at the scenery in the corner of the yard not far away.

After about half a stick of incense time, apply the last bit of shadow.

Fang Xiu raised his head, looked at Master Wu beside him, and asked, “Is it okay to paint like this?”

Master Wu was obviously still immersed in this magical composition technique that he had never seen before. For a while, I couldn’t help myself and didn’t hear Fang Xiu’s question.

When Fang Xiu saw this scene, he felt a little speechless, but he didn’t get angry. He just repeated it.

This time, Master Wu finally regained his composure, nodded hurriedly, and said, “That’s good, that’s already good.”

Upon seeing this, Fang Xiu nodded, his expression on his face didn’t change much, but his heart Said: It’s useless if it’s not good. I’m too lazy to draw another one.

“The painting belongs to you, Yinzi”

“Yinzi? What Yinzi?”

Master Wu was slightly startled, as if he hadn’t realized what happened.

When Fang Xiu heard this, his expression changed instantly.

He has seen this kind of little tricks too many times before. Want to refuse?

Don’t even look at who you’re defaulting on!

He was just about to take a step forward and teach this bad old man a lesson, teach Emperor Chu about what it meant to be honest and trustworthy, when he saw Master Wu react suddenly.

“Oh, one thousand taels of silver. I am getting old. There are some things that happened just now. I have forgotten them now. Please forgive me, General Fang.”

Master Wu had a look of surprise on his face. He apologized first, and then took out a bottle of silver from his arms. He handed the banknote to Fang Xiu and said hurriedly: “Here is a banknote of one thousand taels. General Fang can take a look. If there is anything wrong, I will exchange it for you.”

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand to take it. He passed the banknote and took a look.

Coincidentally, it happened to be from Baolefang.

Then, he raised his eyes and glanced at Master Wu.

I really didn’t expect that such an ugly old man with no talent other than painting could casually take out a thousand-tael silver note from his pocket.

I have heard before that the income of these art workers is high, which is beyond the imagination of educators like them.

He always regarded it as a joke, but now it seems that it is indeed the case.

This is true even in this day and age.

Fang Xiu looked at the thousand-tael silver note in his hand and began to consider whether he should open a painting workshop in the south of the city to sell his own sketches.

“Right.”

Fang Xiu was stunned for a moment, but Master Wu seemed to be trapped in What kind of dilemma was there, with an extremely troubled expression on his old face.

I don’t know how long it took, but he seemed to have made up his mind. He raised his eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and called out softly.

Fang Xiu heard his voice, raised his eyes, glanced at him, and asked, “Is there anything else?”

If you want to draw, just ask him. It only takes half an hour to draw a sketch by yourself.

Sometimes, it is simpler and only takes half a stick of incense.

In this way, if some people are willing to spend money to buy it, if they work harder and earn tens of thousands of taels of silver a day, it will be easy.

This is much faster than opening Chunfeng Tower, Zhuxuan Zhai, or Jingshi Grand Theater by yourself.

However, Master Wu did not ask to buy another painting. Instead, he said something that even a whimsical person like Fang Xiu had not thought of.

“General Fang, I have a merciless request.”

“Say.”

Fang Xiu said casually.

When Master Wu heard this, he had a firm look on his face, looked at Fang Xiu, and said solemnly: “I want to become a disciple of General Fang, and follow General Fang to learn the painting techniques and techniques of this kind of painting. , I wonder if General Fang is willing to accept the old man as his disciple.”

Fang Xiu was currently calculating in his mind how much money he could earn from sketching in a day, and said casually: “No, it’s not like he has never accepted a disciple before, no.”

Halfway through, he said, He suddenly reacted, looked at Master Wu in surprise, and asked, “What did you say?”

Beside him, Zhao Yan also had a shocked expression on her face, looking at Master Wu in disbelief. , advised: “Master Wu, you are one of the great painters of our Chu Kingdom.

Although Fang Xiu’s paintings have some meaning and are different from other paintings, you are not asked to learn from him.”

Fang Xiu heard this.

After saying this, I suddenly felt a little unhappy.

What does this mean, what does “although it has some meaning” mean? I just painted a portrait for him, and it has only been a while since I turned my back on him and stopped recognizing him.

Fang Xiu frowned, looked at Zhao Yan beside him, and said, “Aren’t you looking down on people? What do you mean by ‘a little bit interesting’?

This young master calls it realism, and he is learning from a master among painters. “

Yes, if that’s not the case.”

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Yan: “What master?”

Fang Xiu was slightly startled, and then he seemed to be stuck in some distant memory, and said very melancholy: “That’s it.” One snowy night more than ten years ago, I walked out of my house alone and was about to play on the street, but I met a strange old man.”

These words were spoken with sincerity, as if they were true.

Not only Master Wu, but also Xiu’er, who had been with Fang Xiu for more than ten years, was blinded.

Xiu’er raised her eyes, looked at Fang Xiu with confusion, and asked: “Master, which snowy night was it, why can’t Xiu’er remember it?”

Fang Xiu smiled awkwardly when he heard this question, and was about to say He heard Zhao Yan expose him mercilessly: “How old is your young master on a snowy night more than ten years ago? More than ten years ago, he couldn’t even walk.

This is obviously Zhuxuanzhai.” The usual beginning of martial arts novels. I said before that the martial arts novels of Zhuxuanzhai were not written by you. They were not written by you. How come you are so familiar with them and can make up such a long martial arts story casually

? “Xiu, this princess has finally discovered that you are not honest at all, hum!”

Zhao Yan said, not knowing what she was thinking of, she cursed a few words angrily, and then stopped talking.

Fang Xiu had an innocent look on his face.

It is true that he was not the original author of those martial arts novels, and he did not invent the sketching method.

What he said was obviously the truth, so why didn’t these people believe it?

Hey, being an honest young man is so difficult.

It’s better to let them go and save yourself some trouble.

So, Fang Xiu raised his eyes, glanced at Zhao Yan, Xiu’er and Master Wu, with a serious look on his face, and said in a deep tone: “Okay, I admit, I just made up the story before.

This kind of The painting method was indeed figured out by me alone, and I also gave this painting method a nice name, called sketching.”

(End of this chapter)