Seeing that the three of them were looking at him after laughing, Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "I'll try my best. After the painting is finished, Luan Tingsan still can't recognize the person in the portrait. Please don't blame me, Master Wu."
Wu Qianping laughed heartily and his short beard trembled, showing that he was in a good mood.
"It's not strange, it's definitely not strange. If Brother Zhang can't draw a portrait even if he listens to his dictation, then no one in the world will be able to draw a portrait."
Although he did not witness Zhang Guanzhu's painting with his own eyes, he thought it was correct through the descriptions of Yun Qiuhe and Fu Gujing, especially the strong recommendation of Junior Sister Yun.
The portrait of the female thief last time looked more like a real person. The painting came to life.
Yun Qiuhe stayed and waited for this moment. He stood up and said with a smile: "I'm going to prepare the black stone and drawing paper. Does Fellow Daoist Zhang have any other requests?"
Zhang Wenfeng pondered for a moment and said: "In addition to the black stone, please prepare some willow charcoal sticks for me. The length of your fingers and the thickness of chopsticks are enough. I need two cold cooking cakes (steamed buns), and the surface should not be stained with water. In addition, drawing paper It’s better to be thicker and stronger, so prepare three more.”
This requirement is rather strange. Can switch charcoal sticks and cooking cakes be used for portraits?
Yun Qiuhe wrote them down one by one, smiled, "No problem, wait a minute," and went out to prepare strange items.
Shen Shen heard that Senior Brother Wu, Senior Brother Fu and Junior Sister Yun were discussing the portrait last night. He had never seen the portrait of the female thief, but Senior Brother Fu and Junior Sister Yun spoke highly of the Taoist named Zhang. He was very concerned about what he was wearing today. The shabby guy wearing a half-used preaching robe and carrying a half-used bamboo hat on his back also became a little curious.
He is proficient in painting plum blossoms, bamboos, orchids and stones, but he is not good at painting portraits. It is too difficult to paint people.
He sat aside and listened to his senior brother talking about yesterday's case with Zhang Guanzhu, who was not from a high background and had a low level of cultivation. He said nothing.
After drinking a pot of tea, Wu Qianping remembered something, got up and walked behind the desk, took out a silver-gray waist badge from the drawer, handed it to Zhang Wenfeng, indicating to sit down and talk, and he sat down again and said with a smile: " I returned to the city yesterday and worked hard to prepare the guest token. I welcome Brother Zhang to join our Daolu branch. If you have time, you can use Yuan Qi to practice it."
For the official law enforcement guard quota, you need to apply to the higher-level county road registration branch, but Keqing law enforcement guard does not need to. Within the scope of his authority as the head of the hospital, he only needs to register and then submit it for filing.
Zhang Wenfeng took it with both hands and said, "Thank you, Master, for taking care of me."
The format of the Keqing order is similar to that of the white jade tablet, with two additional lines of text, "Keqing's law enforcement guard, Zhang Wenfeng."
From now on, he can be regarded as a public servant, and he is free and not very restricted. He does not need to stay in the city every day to eat, which is very considerate.
Wu Qianping smiled and said: "Ke Qing's law enforcement guards can receive a salary of ten taels of silver every month and a spirit stone every three months. If they have merit, they will be given separate rewards. They can enjoy certain discounts when buying immortality items in the shops opened by Daolu Academy. .”
Zhang Wenfeng's eyes lit up slightly, and he knew that the spiritual energy stone was the real good thing.
Master Xuanmu left a pile of spiritual energy stones to future generations, but who knew who took them all away, which made him very disappointed for a while.
Wu Qianping explained some more things related to the guest, and tilted his head to Fu Gujing:
"Old Fu, you will take Brother Zhang to the accountant Lao Jin later. With my help, Brother Zhang will receive first the share of the loot we got from wiping out the den of thieves yesterday."
He also explained to Zhang Wenfeng: "Everyone who participated in the war will have a share, and the brothers who died in the war will receive additional pensions and other compensations. As for our rewards, we will have to wait for some days. The higher-ups will need time to review and verify."
How could he not see Brother Zhang's embarrassing situation?
When they first met, although the Taoist robe that Brother Zhang wore was new, the fabric and the indigo dye were ordinary, and the heels of his homespun shoes were worn out, he had already noticed it.
Now that we have become our own brothers, we should give priority to one and two even if we find excuses, and we should not act too deliberately.
This brother looks gentle on the surface, but he is actually very high-spirited. It is normal for a capable person to be a little arrogant.
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and thanked him. This was what he deserved, and it just relieved his difficult financial situation.
You can buy at least two sets of robes for traveling and two pairs of cloth shoes that are not out of date.
About two quarters of an hour later, Yun Qiuhe walked in and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, the items have been prepared. The two thieves are arranged in the room next to it. It is very clean. I will take you to see if you are satisfied?"
Zhang Wenfeng heard the other person's implication and wanted to watch him paint.
He couldn't be too unkind. He had just accepted the care given to him by Master Wu. Based on his experience, he could certainly see it. Everyone just kept it secret and said: "Please, fellow Taoist Yun, let's go and take a look together."
Several people left the hall and walked not far. They followed Yun Qiuhe into the room that had been cleaned and wiped. There were two tables in the middle. All other items were moved to the walls on both sides. In the corner, squatting were two men with colorful clothes on their bodies.
The white wound cloth was soaked with dried blood.
Zhang Wenfeng checked the items he had prepared and picked out a few switch charcoal sticks of moderate hardness and thickness.
This woman was very careful in her work. She prepared a lot of willow charcoal sticks with various heats. She also specially cut the rice paper into the size he made that day, and also had several complete pieces of rice paper for him to choose from.
"Very good, let's get started."
He spread out a piece of rice paper about four inches wide, picked up a charcoal stick, and followed the dictation of the middle-aged man with an injured arm. He used the charcoal stick to draw, smear, modify, and tear off the smooth dough of the pancake.
Use it as an eraser to remove excess carbon strip ink.
He asked for some details, such as the shape of his face?
The size and distance between the eyes and nose, the thickness of the lips, etc.
In particular, the narrator remembered the features more clearly, such as the length, depth and width of the nasolabial folds at the corners of the mouth. Zhang Wenfeng took the trouble to ask clearly. He could only rely on his professional knowledge to guide the man to recall more details and continue to make revisions.
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Let the two thieves who were eager to pour beans out of the bamboo tube make further improvements based on his drawings.
After working for more than half an hour, the sketch finally reached what the man calls a seventy-eight-point portrait.
Yun Qiuhe looked at the portrait that was taking shape step by step, as well as Zhang Guanzhu's skillful use of charcoal painting, with traces following each stroke. She seemed to have found a trick to open a new window, with excitement in her eyes.
Given Zhang Guanzhu's tight conditions, it is likely that he often used readily available items such as switchwood charcoal sticks to paint.
Only after you become proficient can you use the black stone pen as sharply as a knife without any wasted pen.
Zhang Wenfeng picked up the semi-dry towel on the side for wiping his hands, wiped the charcoal black on his hands clean, took a new piece of paper, spread it on another table, and said, "I'll draw another one."
, that picture was modified too much, which affected the effect."
Pressing the two sides with a paperweight, he selected a black stone strip that had been sharpened at one end and cut into a square shape at the other. Without looking at the drawing, he pinched the black stone horizontally and opened the Grand Lucky Brush on the paper.
It really makes a person have a clear mind, and his movements are not stagnant in things.
Yun Qiuhe secretly marveled. Sure enough, Zhang Guanzhu's exquisite painting skills were drawn through charcoal strips.
Glancing at the straight-eyed contemplative on the other side, I saw that his expression was subtle, and he was obviously memorizing the order of painting.
Yun Qiuhe smiled secretly, "Learn it, this is not an ordinary painting method. It looks easy, but when you actually paint it by yourself, you will know that the brush strokes are tangled and no one is smooth."
She has a sense of superiority as someone who has experienced things from a high place.
After a quarter of an hour, Zhang Wenfeng stopped and enhanced some basic features of the bandit leader, such as his eyes, making him look more fierce and his nasolabial folds more exaggerated and prominent.
The two thieves stood up and took a look again, and shouted at the same time: "It's so similar!"
Wu Qianping held the portrait and laughed and said: "Okay, Brother Zhang's unique skills are eye-opening. That traitor Luan Tingsan will definitely be shocked when he sees his sea arrest notice again!"
With the model painting, the painters from the Daolu branch and the county government sketched in comparison.
If you spend more time and put more effort into it, you can still achieve six or seven points, and it will be enough.
He couldn't ask Brother Zhang to wrap up all the hundreds of portraits. Talents have their own uses. To treat a monk in the Qi Qi Realm like a donkey would be a waste of natural resources, and he couldn't do it.