At the same moment, the door to the backyard of Tai Zicang was also closed.
Tai Zicang turned around tiredly and looked up to see his wife, Mrs. Bai, standing under the eaves looking at him.
"Didn't I tell you to go to bed?" Tai Zicang walked over and said.
"Thank you for your hard work, husband," Bai Shifuli said, "I won't go to the academy today."
"You have to go," Tai Zicang went to the bedroom without stopping.
"But husband, you are too tired," Bai followed up with a sad look, "Your health has been getting worse and worse recently. You haven't slept all night. How can you bear to go to class again?"
Tai Zicang waved his hand, ignored her, and raised his voice to call the servants and maids to prepare for washing.
Bai sighed softly, knowing that he was stubborn and talking more would be useless, so she turned around and went to his studio to clean up the remnants of last night.
On weekdays, only she could touch the things in the studio. No one in the house dared to come in without permission. Tai Zicang was usually kind-hearted, but if his studio was touched easily, he would get angry.
When Bai went in and took a look, he found that a lot of ink and paper had been spent.
She gently rolled up her sleeves and began to tidy them up one by one. After the papers were neat and tidy, she tidied up the long and short tables in the middle.
Several paintings were open and quite messy. She spread them out and rolled them up again, and found that these paintings were all signed by Tang Xiangsi.
"Tang Xiangsi." Bai Ming recited these words and felt that they sounded familiar, but it was difficult to remember them for a while.
After thinking about it for a while, he still didn't remember that Bai was about to give up. At this time, he heard the noise outside and Tai Zicang was preparing to go to the academy.
As was his custom before leaving, he raised his voice to say goodbye to her at the door.
Bai Shi went out with a smile and gave him a blessing: "Husband, go slowly and come home early."
"Madam waited for me last night and didn't get a good rest. Make sure to catch up on your sleep today," Tai Zicang said, looking at the maid aside, "Bake some ginseng tea tonic soup and bring it to Madam in the afternoon."
"Yes." The servant woman accepted the order.
After Tai Zicang left, Bai returned to the studio.
She opened one of the paintings, called "Misty Rain and Black Clothes Lane", and looked at the scene in the painting, and the feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger.
It reached my throat, but nothing came out.
Since these paintings have been taken out, it means that this person is not an easy person to my husband or that girl Ali. Even if she just appreciates his painting style, if she can come up with something, it will definitely be useful.
Just try your best to think about it!
After cleaning up the studio, Bai went back to the bedroom, only to hear a very low call: "Madam!"
Bai turned around and saw a maid coming from the backyard in a hurry: "Madam, wait a minute!"
The maid quickly approached, handed over a piece of paper, and whispered: "It was sent by the servants of the Chen family who fought hard to send it!"
Bai's heart tightened, and she quickly put the note into her sleeve: "I understand."
After returning to her room and closing all the windows, Bai opened the note. It was Zhuge's letter asking for help, hoping that she would find a way to help "steal" Chen Yunqi out of the Chen Mansion.
The letter contained pleading words and strong emotions. He kept mentioning that Zhuge would rather die than want anything to happen to his daughter.
Bai took a deep breath, lit the candle, and burned the note in the small earthenware cup.
She met Mr. Zhuge because she had been unable to conceive for many years, but Mr. Zhuge only wanted a son. The two of them sought a cure together and met many famous doctors, but they were unsuccessful. Instead, they became close friends for many years.
Bai wanted to help with this task, but Nie Huimo was in charge, and she was just a painter's wife, so there was nothing she could do.
However, there is one person who may be able to help, and that is Miss Ali who came to visit last night. But how can we find her who is so elusive?
No, Bai's eyes narrowed, and he definitely couldn't find it, but he could ask her to take the initiative!
The day was calm and the time passed slowly.
A bell rang, and a large group of students poured out of the alley behind Xingzhong Academy.
In the courtyard where there were only a few people left, a few students remained, asking questions from the teacher.
Tai Zicang poured out the remaining refreshing tea in the pot. After cleaning the tea sets, he was about to pack up and leave. However, he saw two students running in from outside. He was a little unhappy: "Teacher!"
"Teacher, you don't mean what you say!"
"Teacher, why are you like this!"
"Ah?" Tai Zicang was puzzled, "What happened?"
"The teacher originally said that from now on, all the portrait copying work would be done by us. Why is it now given to others?"
"That's right, the teacher doesn't keep his word!"
"Copying portraits? Didn't I give you that job before?"
"It's new, new life!"
Tai Zicang took his belongings and walked outside: "Take me to have a look."
"The portrait is so lifelike. You can tell it was painted by the teacher. If it wasn't painted by the teacher, then who is it?" the student said as he led the way.
As they went out, several more students came running, all very angry.
One of them tore up the portrait and handed it over. Tai Zicang looked at it and whispered in surprise: "She!"
"Do you know the teacher?"
"Look, it's what the teacher painted!"
"Stupid!" Tai Zicang suddenly said angrily, "I've blinded your eyes in vain. If you look carefully, is this a painting?"
No one quite understood it.
"...This is not a painting, what is it?"
"This is printing!" It was Tai Zicang's turn to be angry, "Thankfully you deal with calligraphy and painting all day long, and you can't recognize it like this! It's time for you to be anxious and worried. Once this technology spreads, you will have one less way to make money!"
"
Tai Zicang left everyone behind and walked away.
The students were stunned, and then they quickly chased after them. They asked the teacher and the teacher one after another, asking who was related to this incident, who was printing, and who was the person in the painting...
Tai Zicang didn't answer any of them. When he walked around to the front gate of Xingzhong Academy, he saw several generals coming out of the academy.
He stopped and the students stopped too.
The generals glanced over, and they all bowed their heads in a respectful manner.
Xingzhong Academy stopped teaching two years ago. Seeing that many students still wanted to learn, some gentlemen found a house in the alley behind to continue teaching. The tuition fees were very small, and they were almost only used for renting land.
Each gentleman's monthly salary has been reduced by at least two-thirds compared to the original amount.
However, Xingzhong Academy was used by the original Academician Feng to offer power and was sold to the government long ago.
Academician Du from Dongping University, who is also an academician, went to Hejing. He could not bear the devastation of his family and country and his country was broken and he committed suicide. However, Academician Feng here was so stubborn that he was busy flattering and fawning, which made the students feel bad.
After the generals left, Tai Zicang turned around and walked towards the other side.
Seeing this, the students hurriedly followed him and continued to pester him with questions.
Along the way, Tai Zicang also saw these paintings posted on the wall.
Printing technology is actually very popular, but Tai Zicang was surprised if she could produce so many of them so quickly.
Also, the portraits could only be printed using different movable types and could only rely on engraving, and the engraving had to be carved manually by her.
too strong!
Tai Zicang looked at these paintings.
Even if a student copied it stroke by stroke, there would be differences, but she carved this painting almost exactly the same as what he had painted.
