The first thousand three hundred and sixty-four chapters of the wool plan
Zhu Pingan carefully held a stack of scrolls as if they were treasures and walked on the way back, as if he were holding a stack of gold bars. Not only were there twinkling stars in his eyes, but he seemed to be beaming with happiness even as he walked.
"Master, aren't they just some of Fatty's calligraphy practice works? Why do you think you treat them like a treasure? Master's calligraphy and painting are not a hundred times better than him." Liu Dadao was very puzzled by this and said doubtfully.
"This is the treasure." Zhu Pingan smiled meaningfully, then took a volume of calligraphy and painting from it and handed it to Liu Dadao, "Here, Dadao, this is yours."
Liu Dadao waved his hand and rejected Zhu Pingan's kindness. He disliked Fatty's paintings very much, "Sir, I don't care about those sloppy Fatty's paintings. I even feel uncomfortable taking this painting back to the toilet."
Wipe your ass?!
You wipe your butt with this painting?! You are really extravagant! A hundred times more extravagant than Arab tycoons using gold toilet paper!
but!
Liu Dadao is really capable of doing such a thing. Let’s forget it, giving him these calligraphy and paintings is simply a waste of natural resources.
Zhu Pingan had no choice but to take the calligraphy and painting back.
"Young master, these two days of big fish and meat, I always feel that it's too cheap for that sloppy and shameless fat guy," Liu Dadao said.
Cheap?!
No!
Any one of these paintings can be sold for tens of millions in future generations. The value of one painting is enough to feed a fat man for a lifetime, let alone eight paintings in his hand.
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Therefore, not only did the fat man not gain any advantage, but on the contrary, I also took advantage of the fat man.
Of course, there was no way to tell Liu Dadao these words, and even if he told Liu Dadao, he wouldn't believe it.
Liu Dadao did not understand the value of paintings. Even if he forcibly gave the paintings to Liu Dadao, he would not treasure them properly. Liu Dadao was a rough man and had prejudices against fat people. This painting would probably not last a long time in his hands.
He had already wiped my butt. Even if I didn't wipe my butt, the end would probably not be much better, and I wouldn't be able to keep it at all.
Therefore, this painting is destined to have no relationship with Liu Dadao. It is better to keep it in my own hands and give Dadao other compensation. I will treasure these paintings. Not only that, I will also set a family motto and strictly instruct future generations to carefully treasure these calligraphy and paintings.
These calligraphy and paintings are the precious treasures he left to his family's descendants. In the future, auctioning off just one painting is enough for the family to tide over a difficult time.
Um?!
Think about it this way, should you take advantage of the opportunity to get more of Fatty's wool?! This Fatty is quite a spendthrift. When he is rich, he can spend all his money. He has no concept of saving at all. When he has no money, he sells paintings for wine.
He sells paintings to make a living; in addition, he has an arrogant personality, unrestrained behavior, and hates the powerful. He will not go to the banquets of wealthy people who ask him to paint. Instead, the common people in the neighborhood will give him a handful of vegetables, a fish, and a glass of wine.
It is possible to exchange for his paintings, but the common people have difficulty in making a living, do not recognize the value of his paintings, do not cherish his paintings very much, and retain very few of them. In addition, due to family reasons, not many of his works have been passed down to future generations. I have to save them.
His handfuls of wool can be regarded as helping him pass on his works to future generations.
Of course, you can't just pick up a sheep, like Xu Jie, Wang Shizhen, Zhang Siwei, Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong, etc. Anyone who has the chance will pick up a few. Oh, by the way, Jiajing
The emperor's edicts and small notes must be treasured. In the future, these wool, no, these calligraphy and paintings will be worth thousands of gold.
This is much more cost-effective than any other investment!
At this moment, Xu Jie, Wang Shizhen, Zhang Siwei, Gao Gong and others who were far away in the capital sneezed inexplicably.
In the study room at midnight, Zhu Pingan unfolded the eight paintings packed from the fat man on the desk, admiring them with gusto. There were two ink paintings of grapes, one of which was of grapes after rain. With a few strokes, they painted the image of grapes with crystal raindrops.
A picture of crabs, with withered lotus leaves and crawling crabs. The crabs painted are particularly interesting. It seems that Fatty’s crabs are not free. He loves eating crabs, and the paintings are both physical and spiritual; three pictures of bamboos and chrysanthemums, two pictures
The banana stone pictures are all paintings that have both form and spirit, and are full of creativity.
"Gee, uncle, what kind of crappy painting is this? It was worth sitting here and admiring it for half an hour."
While Zhu Ping'an was admiring the painting with relish, Hua'er came with hot tea and snacks. He put the hot tea and snacks aside and glanced curiously at the painting that his uncle had been admiring for half an hour. He looked at the lumps on the painting.
A bunch of ink, large and small, with indistinct layers, couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.
"This is not a broken painting. This painting is of grapes. The brush and ink are flying and hearty. We don't seek the shape, but seek the meaning."
Zhu Pingan commented.
"I don't understand. I think my uncle's random scribblings are better than his paintings." Hua'er looked at Zhu Pingan with stars in his eyes.
I can doodle better than Fatty?! After hearing Hua'er's words, Zhu Pingan's face turned red.
Why am I better at scribbling than the fat man? The fat man can do better at graffiti with his feet than I am at heart.
I have to admit this. Fatty is talented in painting. As for myself, I can write well, but forget about painting. Although I have modern experience and use some Western painting techniques, but
I only have a brief understanding of it, just at the level of a beginner. It may be okay to draw some small cartoons, but in terms of artistic value, it is completely incomparable to a master like Fatty.
"Gee, I think he is stupid because of his reading. He actually regards such a messy painting as a treasure."
The witch Ruonan's sarcastic voice came from behind.
Zhu Ping'an is now used to witches. If the male god appears and disappears, who can let people with good Qinggong and walk silently? They are used to being frightened.
Under Hua'er's puzzled gaze and the demon Ruonan's mocking gaze, Zhu Ping'an fully appreciated the tea for a while before he reluctantly put away the eight paintings one by one and carefully treasured them.
"Hey, we don't even want those messy paintings of yours, and yet you hide them so well."
Seeing Zhu Pingan's carefulness, the demon girl Ruonan couldn't help but rolled her eyes and pouted sarcastically.
If you have eyes that don’t recognize gold and jade, I’m talking about you.
Zhu Pingan turned around and glanced at the demon Ruonan with a smile, and shrugged, "Your broken painting is my treasure."
"There is still a treasure, Hua'er. You should ask a good doctor to take a good look at your uncle's eyes and head. I think he is either blind or his head was kicked by a donkey." The demon Ruo Nan heard this.
, rolled his eyes at Zhu Pingan, and said to Hua'er in an exaggerated tone.
"Bah, bah, bah, what the hell are you talking about? That's why you're blind and your head is broken."
When Hua'er heard the evil girl Ruonan say bad things about Zhu Pingan, she immediately bit her lip and glared at the evil girl Ruonan hard.