Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

Chapter 120: The Interest of Literati

"Grandfather, this pen is very suitable for drawing. You should try it too."

My grandfather used to paint with a brush, usually in a freehand style. He used a pencil to draw a lotus in the rain. He shook his head.

“This brushstroke painting is still a little bit bad, but looking at the paintings that Jin’er draws, it seems to be pretty good.”

"Well, it looks pretty good."

The father also came over and stood beside the grandfather, repeatedly looking at the piece of meat drawn by his daughter and placed on a piece of steamed bun...

"This pen is still not very easy to use, but it has many advantages. It takes up a little space, but it is very convenient to carry. It is very suitable for taking out."

Grandfather put down Wang Jinyi's painting and talked to himself,

Grandma picked it up and continued to look at it, praising it repeatedly until Grandpa coughed twice. Grandma stopped praising it and put the painting down. She looked at her granddaughter deeply, pursed her lips and smiled, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously.

Mother also took it and looked at the pencil sketch. It was a piece of toasted steamed bread for breakfast on a plate. There was a piece of bread specially drawn on the steamed bread, which looked like grilled meat.

My father was also standing nearby watching. My brother stood on tiptoe but couldn't see clearly. Later, he simply lowered my mother's hand a little and finally saw it clearly. However, he was in a hurry and didn't understand it. He gradually understood it.

"Hey! Isn't this the baked bun we eat for breakfast? There's a piece of bacon on it, right?"

Holding my sister's hand, I asked anxiously:

"Jin'er, how did you draw this? Did your mother teach you this?"

Before Wang Jinyi could answer, her mother spoke up:

“This painting method is indeed somewhat novel.”

My father took over and imitated this method. He also drew a picture. After all, he had a good foundation in painting. He felt that it was not right after the first drawing, but soon realized that it was a realistic light and dark relationship. He thought about it while drawing, and it was the prototype of the baked bun slices every morning. After a while, he drew another picture, but he was not satisfied after looking at it...

The grandfather stood behind the father and watched his son trying out how to use the pencil.

Wang Jinyi and her brother had a heated discussion about whether the steamed bun should be filled with smoked meat or marinated meat. They both started to talk about which kind of meat tasted better.

I looked at my sister and insisted, "The ones with sauce are more fragrant than the ones with smoked ones. Smoked meat is dry and I don't like it."

The elder brother coaxed him, "Next time, save the braised pork for Jin'er, so that Jin'er can have one more slice."

The adults were so focused on the contrast between light and dark in Wang Jinyi's sketch that no one noticed that the two children were discussing the flavor of meat and the flavorlessness of meat, and they even formed a pair.

My father and grandfather were discussing how to express various artistic conceptions in paintings, while my grandmother and mother were each holding a pen and painting what they wanted to express.

While Wang Jinyi and his brother were discussing enthusiastically whether fat meat was more fragrant or lean meat was more fragrant, he casually glanced at his family. His grandfather and father had already started grinding ink and painting, comparing the advantages and disadvantages of charcoal and ink pen painting, but it seemed that there would be no results for a while.

My mother and grandmother were each painting round flowers very seriously. My mother quickly drew a detailed peony painting and admired the peony she drew.

"Jin'er."

Looking back, I saw that my two children had completely deviated from the path and ran to the door to discuss food, so I stopped calling them.

Then I see my grandmother also painting a round flower. This is not a simple round flower. It is a line drawing of flying phoenixes flying through peonies. It is a classic double round flower, with two phoenixes flying towards each other and peonies blooming. I still feel unsatisfied after finishing the painting.

Fold the drawn paper and hold it in your hand, which means you want to take it back to the old house, modify it, and maybe it will have other uses.

While Wang Jinyi was discussing enthusiastically with her brother about eating meat for breakfast, she did not forget to look around at her family.

The whole family was trying out their own new discoveries seriously.

In fact, the outer skin of the pencils I just made today is simply trimmed from branches or wood chips, and the pencil shaft is not polished very smoothly, but for literati who love stationery, it is not a problem at all. As long as you can write and draw, the rest can be overcome.

My brother was playing with a pen and holding a piece of paper, not knowing how to write.

Wang Jinyi led his brother to lie on the big chair. He wrote a stroke himself, taught his brother to write a stroke, and then held the pen to teach:

"You have to lean a little, like this! You can't stand upright, put your wrist down, put it down."

"You have to hold it like you would chopsticks. Well, this time it's a bit like that. Try it. Relax. Don't hold it like a brush. Don't hold your wrist in the air. Let it drop. Yes, let it drop."

Simply, hold your brother's hand and say:

"Oh, that's it, brother. Just practice slowly. This pen is very easy to use. I got used to it after using it for a few days. You should also try it more..."

Before they knew it, the drum had sounded. Both the grandmother and the mother wanted to remind the father and son who were immersed in calligraphy and painting.

It can be seen that the two are still comparing the differences between pencil drawings of various styles and brush paintings. It feels like the two are trying to develop a new school of painting and have no intention of stopping.

The mother took her two children back to the backyard first, and the brother went straight back to his study.

The mother sent her daughter back to her room, and after giving instructions to the servants, she left.

The wet nurse helped the young lady loosen her loose hair and cleaned her thoroughly. Wang Jinyi lay comfortably on the bed, feeling extremely refreshed.

Finally, there is a business that can be handed over to my grandfather. I wonder what my family will do with it. I'm afraid they will hand it over to the Wang family of Langya.

After all, the Wang family of Xunyang has taken the path of the pure literati, and the pure literati do not engage in business or enter the market. If pencils are to be sold in the market, I am afraid that my family will not participate...

The next morning, the hot weather seemed to show its power, and there was not even a trace of wind in the early morning.

Wang Jinyi got up in a daze and looked at Zhu Yu, Qing Yu and the wet nurse, all of whom had a thin layer of sweat on their faces. They were busy in the house, washing, changing clothes and dressing up.

She was wearing a sky blue skirt and a goose yellow blouse, with a string of small flower buds hanging on the right blade, a silk ribbon tied around her waist, and long ribbons hanging at her sides. The colors were nice and she looked pretty, but it was too hot to wear.

Wang Jinyi felt that the temperature was already unbearable, and she had to wear three layers of clothes every day, which was really stuffy.

Looking at herself in the mirror angrily, her mother came to pick her up today. Wang Jinyi was feeling a little strange, so her mother urged her:

"Jin'er, we have to go to the front yard to eat today. Grandpa and grandma are still here. You have to be polite. Grandpa will ask you about the charcoal pencil. You have to answer seriously and don't act weird!"

"Okay, mother."

The mother and daughter went out hand in hand and saw Wang Wendong returning from sword practice. They waited until his brother, who had washed and combed his hair, went out and the three of them walked towards the front yard.

My brother asked:

"Mother, have you found my peach wood sword?"

"The servants all said they didn't see it. We searched for two days, but only the night maid in your room said that she saw you take the sword to the backyard, but you didn't bring it back when you came back.

I think it must have been lost in the backyard. Look for it again. When you find it, mother will tell you."