Chapter 206 Ancient Edition Coloring Book by Number
"Yes, Second Master." Mo Shu responded.
Mr. Yao tried to draw a few simple pictures, and gradually found the feeling. He thought the children's coloring book was boring, so he set his target on the "Number Coloring Painting" next to it.
When he opened the multi-color crossword painting, he found that it was the work of the famous artist Zhao Shaoxian, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Of course, since it is a digital coloring painting, it is not a complete work. Instead, it is adapted from Zhao Shaoxian's famous landscape painting. It is outlined into a line drawing, and then each piece that needs to be filled in is
Places are marked with numbers...
Second Master Yao looked at the painting and then the ink book: "Are you sure this is Zhao Shaoxian's work?"
"Yes, Second Master, this work is indeed adapted from the work of Zhao Shaoxian, a master of calligraphy and painting. I specially found a particularly outstanding forger to make a copy, and then asked someone to change it into a digital one.
Coloring paintings…”
The ink book is very honest, saying that this work is definitely not as good as Zhao Shaoxian's original work, but the mold is that mold, and if the colors are applied well, the effect will be very good.
It's impossible to ask for any kind of fairy spirit or spiritual energy, but it's just for "good looks" and it's not that demanding. It doesn't matter even if you have some craftsmanship.
Looking at this work that covered the entire desk, Mr. Yao said: "This is a big project. Even if you are an adult, you can't paint it in a day or two, right? Mo Shu, are you sure you can do it in one day or two?"
Is this thing for children to play with?"
"Back to the Second Master, this one is not. Coloring is a very interesting thing. I think if children like it, adults will also like it. It's just that compared to children, adults prefer more exquisite paintings. So the master ordered,
In addition to some simple introductory works, we also specially produced some more advanced and complex works..." Mo Shu pointed to the piece in front of Mr. Yao and said, "The piece in front of Mr. Yao now is the advanced work produced so far.
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"I see. Let me just say, how could such a complicated work be painted by a child..." Yao Erye breathed a sigh of relief quietly. If Mo Shu had told him that this was a child's work, he would have been embarrassed to do it.
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Whether others could complete this work, but he saw that there were so many numbers on it, and there were so many large and small grids, it was quite stressful.
If the painting is done well, it doesn't matter. If one is not painted well, he is worse than a child. Wouldn't it be embarrassing?
The distance from Zhuangzi to Yao Mansion was not short. Mr. Yao guessed that Mr. Yao would not come back so soon, so he asked Mo Shu to continue writing and pass the time with this digital coloring painting.
Even though Second Master Yao is not very good at studying, he has learned some skills in chess, music, calligraphy, painting, and the Six Arts of the Gentleman, but he is just not as good as his elder brother.
"This number is quite strange. I don't know who invented it..." Mr. Yao glanced at the Arabic numerals on the work and didn't think much about it. He just thought that it was used to identify colors, so he didn't use it for a while.
Associated with numbers such as one, two, three, four, and five.
Once people find something they like, it is easy to immerse themselves in it, and Yao Erye is like that.
Originally he was just finishing painting, but he didn't expect that when he saw the colors on the painting taking shape little by little, he actually felt a strange sense of accomplishment, and he became more and more enthusiastic as he painted.
When his arms were sore and he raised his head, it was actually dark outside.
Second Master Yao was a little surprised. No wonder he felt that the light in the room had dimmed. It turned out that it was almost night. Although the servants lit candles, the candlelight could not compare with the light during the day. It was still somewhat dimmer.
"Why is it so late? Where is the uncle? Isn't he here yet?"
Mr. Yao put down his painting brush and asked Mo Shu to be called over.
"Go back to the second master, he hasn't come back yet."
"Not back yet?" Second Master Yao frowned and calculated the itinerary. From Zhuangzi to Yao Mansion, no matter how much his eldest brother talked to his mother Gu Qingling, he wouldn't still show up after dark, right?
Did something happen?
Just as he was thinking this, there was movement outside.
A servant quickly ran in and reported that Uncle Yao was here.
"Why did you come so late?"
"Go in and talk."
Uncle Yao had no expression on his face and let Second Master Yao enter the room.
Second Master Yao was a little unhappy. If he hadn't had a coloring-by-number painting to pass the time, wouldn't he have been waiting in vain all afternoon?
He frowned and sat on the chair to see what kind of explanation Uncle Yao would give him.
Uncle Yao asked his servants to go out and sent his close men to guard the door. He then briefly told Master Yao about his conversation with Gu Qingling.
"So... this matter is actually not as serious as you said?" Second Master Yao looked at Uncle Yao with a strange expression, "Don't tell me that you just said these words to your mother after you came back from a long trip.
Words, nothing else. There must be an explanation for this matter, right?"
"I know, so I asked someone to check the situation of other bookshops in Jinling." Coming out of Gu Qingling's room, Uncle Yao was in a daze for a while.
Although he was deceived by Gu Qingling for a while, he was not stupid and quickly arranged for people to investigate various bookstores in Jinling. What he told Mr. Yao before was just the printing method he saw in ancient books, and no one knew
I wonder if people have improved after so many years.
Maybe, as his mother said, everyone has actually improved a long time ago, but because no one wants to be the "first bird", so...
The time was too short, so it was unrealistic to investigate clearly at once, but Uncle Yao was able to find out the daily printing volume of some bookstores.
Obviously, the speed and requirements of the printing volume are directly linked to the price of the book.
Everything is of low quality, except for reading. The books in Jinling Bookstore are not cheap. Even a novel, which is least popular among orthodox readers, can be exchanged for a pound of meat.
Second Master Yao listened to Uncle Yao's talk for a long time, and finally figured out the prices. He said a little speechlessly: "Then according to your wishes, either discard it, or hide it tightly and not let outsiders know, is this what you mean?
?Brother, if you put it this way, don’t you think you are actually overthinking it?”
Second Master Yao said directly that the reason why Uncle Yao was worried was that the movable type printing method would print more books, making books cheaper and shaking the family's status. But the problem was that their bookshop did not plan to print such large books.
Measure it.
Moreover, based on his previous understanding, their books also need to be accompanied by pictures and so on, and the expansion boards and other things cannot be escaped. At most, they are easier to use with pure text...
"Our bookshop is so small, no matter how powerful it is, it cannot cover all the books in the world. This is one of the reasons."
"Secondly, the cost of this kind of book with pictures will only be higher. If the bookstore wants to make money, it will definitely not sell it cheaply, and people from poor families will not choose this kind of book, so you are worried about supporting the foundation of the family.
, it’s completely overthinking.”
"Thirdly, if this matter is really that serious, it's impossible for my mother to leave it to you and just ignore it. It must be that the matter is not as serious as you said, and you are overthinking it."
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Did he really think too much? Uncle Yao was a little confused.
He only thought about the power of movable type printing, and indeed forgot that no matter how fast it printed books, their bookshop was just a small bookshop.
