It is said that universities during this period were poor, but in terms of poverty, the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts ranked second, and no one would dare to compete for the first place.
These days, people who are involved in art, especially fine arts, are so poor that they have to pawn their pants.
Since the reconstruction of the Forbidden City began in 1974, after the main project was completed, the relevant departments deliberately entrusted the remaining work such as repainting and restoration of details to art education institutions such as art academies.
There were more than 200 students from the Academy of Fine Arts' class of 1977 and the newly enrolled freshmen of the class of 1978. Whenever they had some free time, they would be taken by their teachers and professors to various places inside the Forbidden City to help out.
Last year's students were responsible for coloring according to the patterns given by the teacher, while the new students were responsible for mixing the paint colors under the guidance of the teacher.
Many art students are very happy with the subsidy of 63 cents a day.
They just regret that they can't stay here for the whole month to earn subsidies.
When the deadline is tight, professors at the Academy of Fine Arts will ask their students to find students from other schools to help.
Set up scaffolding, pass paint, move bricks and tiles, do some physical work or something like that.
For example, as the National Day is approaching, the maintenance of a palace needs to be completed before the specified time, so Chen Dali, nicknamed Erhei, was assigned the important task by his professor.
Chen Dali is from Beijing and knows many local "young artists".
In Chen's opinion, these impoverished young artists would not refuse a labor fee of up to 63 cents a day.
So when he came back to his senses from his painting, there were only a few hours left to report to his professor.
As luck would have it, all his "artist" friends had hopped on a train to Tianjin to see an art exhibition...
Fortunately, Chen Dali met an old friend halfway through. With the introduction of this top student from Yan University, he invited nine college students from Minzu University.
"Minzu University?"
The art professor, whose black and white hair was as tangled as weeds, curled his lips in disgust.
"That's fine, it's more reliable than those from polytechnic schools."
Zhang Hongcheng, Chu Miaohong, Yu Zhaosheng and a group of people who came to help enthusiastically looked at each other strangely.
What a strange chain of contempt...
Of course, they couldn't guess that the old professor was actually quite happy.
It turns out that asking those young street artists for help in entering and exiting the Forbidden City is quite troublesome, but it is different for this group of Minzu University students. The management just took a look at their student ID cards and agreed to let them participate in this activity.
The reason why Zhang Hongcheng stood up his sister today was that he went straight to the Forbidden City with his wife and a group of dormitory buddies.
Because there are many areas in the Forbidden City that are not open to the public, this opportunity today is quite rare.
The areas that need to be rushed today are Gyeongbokgung Palace and Ganseoso.
In later generations, these places were not open to the public.
Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong were helping out while secretly looking at the surrounding buildings and scenery.
The other seven people in the dormitory were also very diligent, but they were even more diligent in touching here and looking there.
"Ah, students, please experience the corruption and decadence of the feudal ruling class."
Boss Yu sat down on an official hat chair and assumed a posture of "all the ministers stand up."
This was immediately met with a scolding from an old man with a white beard holding a brush on a scaffold.
"Who told you to sit?"
"This is the prince's residence, where did the emperor come from?"
"If you want to have fun, go to the Palace of Heavenly Purity!"
"What are you all standing there for? Help me hold on to the scaffolding. I need to get down. Then move the scaffolding to the west room. I'm busy!"
Mr. Yu grinned harmlessly.
"Old man, please stop climbing up and down. It seems like your legs and feet are inconvenient. Let us brothers help you out."
"Hmm? Ouch..."
The old man suddenly felt the scaffolding under his feet rise into the air, and he hurriedly held on to the scaffolding tightly.
Boss Yu brought six brothers from the dormitory, lifted up the entire scaffolding, and ran to the west room like a gust of wind.
The most conspicuous one is the Laoqi Renxin Bridge.
Because his roommates lifted the scaffolding quite high, when he actively participated in the moving work, his toes almost couldn't reach the ground...
The scaffolding was placed steadily against the wall of the west room, and the frightened old man suddenly laughed.
“It’s quite fun…”
Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong were originally responsible for helping to mix paint and match colors, but after only a few minutes of work, they were ridiculously sent away by an art professor to do other things.
It’s not that the couple didn’t do their job well, but when Chu Miaohong was around, those bastards on the scaffolding were always looking around absent-mindedly.
The couple had only spent a dozen minutes mixing the paint, but the colors on the scaffolding were already full of mistakes.
There was also a male art student with long flowing hair who extended his paintbrush to the face of his senior student next to him and painted for more than a minute without coming to his senses.
(Senior Brother: I didn’t react either…)
Finally, Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong were assigned to deliver meals to the maintenance team at Gyeongbokgung Palace.
Lunch is provided for maintenance work.
There are two kinds of dishes.
Boiled cabbage and braised tofu in a large pot.
The repairs at Gyeongbokgung Palace are nearing completion, and the art students who are here even brought several easels.
While everyone was eating, Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong walked around Gyeongbokgung Palace and admired the paintings of the art academy students.
Zhang Hongcheng also drew comics in college and could do a few simple sketches.
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