Chapter 224 I just want to rely on my craftsmanship to make a living!!!
Saw so many people at the stall.
Water friends immediately became curious.
"Qianqian, come up and have a look, there must be something interesting with so many people!"
"With so many people, I guess you can tell if there's something fishy at a glance. Chu Qian, hurry up! Take everyone to see what happens!"
"My curiosity is about to explode, but there are all men, women, and children gathered here. There are very few stalls that have this kind of situation..."
"That's right. Generally speaking, there is only one type of customer for a stall. I didn't expect that there are men, women, old and young here, and I don't know what is being sold there!"
"Get ready to fight, I guess it's not a good thing at first glance!"
"Is it possible that it's technology and hard work!"
"Stop guessing. Mao didn't even see it before he started making random guesses. Let Chu Qian go in and take a look first!"
"..."
Chu Qian also looked curious.
But there are too many people in front.
If you want to squeeze in directly, it’s not a good idea.
And these people are very qualified.
Basically, there is a queue, if Chu Qian is the exception.
It will appear very conspicuous.
In the afternoon, the sun is very fierce.
Under the bright sun.
Chu Qian kept moving forward in line.
Finally, about twenty minutes passed.
She was at the front of the line.
That's because of her endurance.
I was sweating from the heat.
Netizens are even more curious.
What's going on inside?
It's surprising that so many people can queue up in this hot weather.
Walking to the front, Chu Qian finally saw clearly what was going on inside.
Under the parasol, above the stall.
Various fans.
There are various exquisite patterns and fonts on the fan.
In the middle of the stall, a master was painting a fan attentively.
Chu Qian introduced to the camera.
"It looks like there should be an artist in front, painting a fan!"
Water friends are even more curious.
If it’s not just a fan, no matter how well you draw it.
Is it worth having so many people queuing up to buy it?
For a moment, the barrage began to scroll.
"Is there something special about this fan? Or is it a master? Why can't I see anything special about it?"
"I studied painting, and let me tell you, the fans painted by this master have at least more than 20 years of art skills!"
"Is it that exaggerated? Then there wouldn't be so many people queuing up to buy a fan!"
"His calligraphy level is also very high. Among calligraphers, he should be ranked in the middle and upper reaches. If such a person paints on the street, would you buy it?"
"But when has the level of appreciation among tourists been so high? It shouldn't be!"
"Isn't it just a fan? No matter how well you draw it, what's the use!"
"..."
Chu Qian could already tell something was different from so far away.
But she didn't say it directly.
The purpose is to create a wave of suspense.
If you were just painting fans, even if you were a master, I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many people risking heat stroke to come and line up.
There must be other reasons.
Waited in line for another five minutes.
Chu Qian finally came to the front.
You can see many tourists taking the fans and leaving with satisfaction.
There were many people taking photos nearby, as if they wanted to record the master's painting process.
And this time.
I can finally understand how the master painted the works.
The master buried his head, his face flushed from the sun.
The writing is very stable.
As it keeps falling on the fan, exquisite patterns slowly unfold.
The problem is...
This master didn’t draw it by hand.
Of course, it was not painted with feet.
Instead, simply use your arms.
And it's not because he doesn't want to use his hands.
But his hands, who didn’t know what they suffered, disappeared long ago.
Only half of the forearm is left...
He uses this half of his forearm to paint.
But even so, it did not affect the quality of the painting at all.
The master's pen is very stable, more stable than most.
One stroke at a time, the force penetrates the back of the paper.
The four characters "Zhengtong Renhe" quickly appeared on the paper.
It just fits Zibo’s current situation.
Chu Qian looked a little sad.
The water friends in the live broadcast room couldn't hold it any longer.
"Oh my god, this, this, this... I really don't know what to say about this master, this is a real artist!"
"Who said you can do it if you have hands? Others can do it if they don't have hands, but they are still better than us. I wonder if we, who have hands and feet, can draw half as well as the master?"
"I'm really impressed. To paint with just the forearm, how much effort this master had to put in to reach the current level!"
"It's at least twice the level of ordinary people. Ordinary people are capable of practicing both calligraphy and painting. As long as they can specialize in one of them, they can become a master!"
"Yes, the key point is that my master's painting and writing are both at the top level. It's true that masters are among the people, and clowns sit in the palace! Thinking of those masters who draw ghostly symbols, I really feel inferior to them!"
"Ah ah ah, the more I read, the more I feel like a waste!"
"..."
Soon, it was Chu Qian’s turn in the team.
Chu Qian asked politely.
"Hello, master, I am Chu Qian, can I interview you?"
The master was very busy, and sweat kept sliding down his cheeks.
When he first heard that someone wanted to interview him, he refused.
You can hear the name Chu Qian.
He was obviously stunned for a moment.
He raised his head and glanced at Chu Qian.
"Chu Qian! Okay, okay, I'm also a fan of yours. I've watched all of your programs in the Imperial Capital Rectification Market. It's really excellent!"
Chu Qian smiled and waved her hand.
"Where is it? Master, I will stand next to you. I hope I won't disturb you!"
The master greeted him warmly.
"It doesn't matter, Chu Qian, you can just help me promote it, just call me Master Dong!"
Chu Qian responded politely.
"Okay, Master Dong!"
"Master Dong, how long have you been practicing calligraphy!"
Master Dong introduced it while drawing.
"I also forgot, time passed so fast, it must have been more than 20 years!"
"I don't have any skills, I can only learn some simple ones, and I have physical limitations, so I can't do physical work!"
Chu Qian saw Master Dong’s serious look.
I can’t help but sigh.
"This is really not easy. I see that your pen is now steadier than the average person. What difficulties did you encounter when you were learning?"
There is not much expression on Master Dong’s face.
But there was still a hint of mixed emotions.
"In the beginning, I couldn't even hold a pen. I thought about giving up many times, and my family didn't support me!"
"Just practice slowly. When I first started practicing, I practiced for at least seven or eight hours a day, and my forearms were covered with calluses..."
"My family feels distressed when they see it. They can't understand why we have to work so hard. Isn't it better to just stay at home?"
Having said this, Master Dong had a heavy expression on his face.
"Actually, I just don't want to be a useless person!"