Chapter 1368： Wool plan

Chapter 1368 The Wool Project

Zhu Pingan carefully held a stack of scrolls as if they were treasures, and walked on the return journey, as if holding stacks of gold bars. Not only did his eyes shine with gold stars, but he seemed to be blissfully blissful even as he walked.

"My lord, isn't it just a few paintings by Fatty? How do you feel that you treat him like a treasure? My master's calligraphy and painting are not a hundred times better than his." Liu Dadao was very puzzled by this, and said suspiciously.

"This is the treasure." Zhu Pingan smiled meaningfully, and then took a scroll of calligraphy and painting from it and handed it to Liu Dadao, "Dadao, here, this is yours."

Liu Dadao waved his hand, rejecting Zhu Pingan's kindness. He disliked the fat man's painting very much, "I don't care for the painting of the sloppy fat man. I would take this painting back to the bathroom and feel sick."

Wipe ass? !

You wipe your **** with this painting? ! What a luxury you are! It is a hundred times more luxurious than the golden toilet paper used by Arab local tyrants!

but!

Liu Dadao is really capable of doing such a thing. Forget it, this calligraphy and painting is simply too wasteful for him.

Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to take back the calligraphy and painting.

"Young master, the past two days have been full of fish and meat, and I always feel that it's too cheap, that sloppy and shameless fat man" Liu Dadao said.

Cheap? !

Do not!

Any of these paintings can be sold for tens of millions of dollars if they are placed in later generations. The value of one painting is enough to treat a fat man to a lifetime of big fish and meat, let alone having eight paintings in his hand.

So, not only is there no cheap fat man, on the contrary, I also took advantage of the fat man.

Of course, Liu Dadao couldn't tell these words, and even if he told Liu Dadao himself, he wouldn't believe it.

Liu Dadao doesn't know the value of paintings, even if he forcibly gives Liu Dadao the paintings, he won't cherish them properly. Liu Dadao is a vulgar person, and he has prejudices against fat people. This painting in his hand will probably be wiped by him within a few days. Can't live.

Therefore, this painting is destined to have no fate with Liu Dadao, so it is better to keep it in my own hands, and then give Dadao other compensations. I will cherish these paintings, not only that, but also set up a family motto, strictly ordering future generations to carefully cherish these paintings and calligraphy.

These calligraphy and paintings are the precious wealth left to the descendants of the family. In the future, just auctioning off a painting will be enough for the family to tide over the difficulties.

Um? !

Thinking about it this way, should I take advantage of the opportunity to get a few more wool from the fat man? ! This fat man is quite prodigal. When he has money, he can spend a lot of money. He has no concept of saving. He refused to go to the banquet where he begged to paint. On the contrary, the common people in the neighborhood gave him a handful of vegetables, a fish, and a glass of wine in exchange for his paintings. The common people were struggling to make ends meet and did not know the value of his paintings. , he didn't cherish his paintings very much, and kept very few of them; coupled with family reasons, not many of his works were handed down to later generations. If I squeeze a few more wools from him, I can help him to pass on his works to future generations.

Of course, you can’t catch a sheep, like Xu Jie, Wang Shizhen, Zhang Siwei, Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong, etc., if you have the opportunity, you should grab a few. Oh, by the way, Emperor Jiajing's imperial decree 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 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 in the middle of the night, Zhu Pingan unfolded the eight paintings packed from the fat man on the desk, admiring them with gusto. There are two ink paintings of grapes, one of which is grapes after the rain, with just a few brush strokes, it expresses the divine sense of the crystal raindrops of grapes; a picture of crabs, the lotus leaves are withered, and the crabs are crawling, the crabs are very interesting, it seems that the fat man Crabs are not free, I love to eat crabs, and the paintings are both form and spirit; the three pictures of bamboo and chrysanthemums, and the two pictures of banana and stone are all paintings with both form and spirit, full of creativity.

"Hey, my uncle, what kind of broken painting is this? It is worth sitting here and admiring for half an hour."

While Zhu Pingan was admiring the painting with relish, Hua'er came with hot tea and snacks, put the hot tea and snacks aside, and glanced curiously at the painting that my uncle had been admiring for half an hour, looking at the painting. A mass of ink, large and small, with unclear layers, couldn't help giggling while covering its small mouth.

"This is not a broken painting, this painting is of grapes, the brush and ink are flying, heartily, not for the shape, but for the meaning."

Zhu Ping'an commented.

"I don't understand. I think my uncle's random graffiti is better than his paintings." Hua'er looked at Zhu Ping'an with stars in his eyes.

I am better at drawing graffiti than fat people? ! Zhu Ping'an blushed after hearing Hua'er's words.

How can I draw graffiti better than the fat man? The fat man's graffiti with his feet is better than my heart.

This has to be admitted. Fatty is talented in painting. As for himself, his handwriting is good, but painting is fine. Although I have modern experience and some Western painting skills, I only understand a little, and it is only at the level of a beginner. It may be okay to draw some small comics, but in terms of artistic value, it is completely inferior to a master like Fatty. French.

"Hehe, I think he is stupid in reading and reading. Such a messy painting is actually regarded as a treasure by him."

The sarcasm of the witch Ruonan came from behind.

Zhu Ping'an is now used to the demon girl Ruonan haunting her. Who will let her do light work well and walk silently? I get used to it when I'm scared.

Under the puzzled gaze of the painting, and the sneering gaze of the enchantress Ruonan, Zhu Ping'an enjoyed another cup of tea, and then reluctantly put away the eight paintings one by one, and carefully treasured them up.

"Tch, we don't even want your messy broken painting, and it's so well hidden."

The witch Ruonan saw Zhu Ping'an's carefulness, so she couldn't help but rolled her eyes, pouted and said sarcastically.

Eyes do not recognize gold inlaid with jade, it is you.

Zhu Ping'an turned around and glanced at the witch Ruonan with a smile, then shrugged, "Your broken painting is my treasure."

"It's still a treasure, Huaer, 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." , rolled his eyes at Zhu Ping'an, and said to Hua'er in an exaggerated tone.

"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about, your eyes are blind and your head is broken"

Hua'er heard the witch Ruonan speak ill of Zhu Ping'an, immediately bit her lip, and gave the witch Ruonan a hard look.

(end of this chapter)