On the second day, sketching teaching still made slow progress.
In fact, the few "students" selected by Mu Xingzhi were already people with some accomplishments in the field of painting. It was a pity that although sketching and ink painting were both "paintings", they used different tools and painting techniques.
This is just like a person who is good at hard pen calligraphy but still can't draw well when he picks up a brush.
Su Qingluan felt a headache looking at the homework handed in her hand - although she did not need to teach her students to a high level of skill in sketching, and only required that the sketches should be "like", but now, except for three painters who were good at detailed painting, the others who were good at freehand painting were not so proficient in grasping the proportions and often made perspective errors.
But in a sense, the more capable a person is, the more stubborn he will be, especially in his professional field of expertise.
For example, those who are good at fine brushwork painting, since fine brushwork painting also tends to be "realistic" and also has to take into account the actual proportions, naturally they have no big objection to sketching, which requires accurate one-to-one restoration.
However, some of those who are good at ink painting usually feel that meticulous painting is too "artificial" and is not as good as ink painting which emphasizes "artistic conception" rather than appearance.
Su Qingluan naturally knew that a well-done sketch could also convey a variety of atmospheres and artistic conceptions. However, she also understood that Mu Xingzhi valued the sketch not for its "artistic quality" but for its "functionality."
To put it bluntly, in this era of lack of recording tools, being able to master the skill of drawing what you see exactly is like having an extra human "scanner".
Therefore, Su Qingluan did not intend to teach issues other than proportion, perspective, and light and shadow - after all, in this era, for these people, sketching is more of a "record" than a "painting".
However, just like how bread crumbs were used to erase sketches in the beginning, Su Qingluan had not yet found any other substitute for erasers, so naturally she used bread crumbs as "erasers".
Moreover, the more beginners they are, the more modifications they need to make. The total amount of steamed buns consumed by so many people is still considerable.
Su Qingluan was shocked: Although she didn't know Mu Xingzhi's specific background, the consumption of such a large amount of fine grains seemed very "extravagant".
However, all the expenses were covered by the other party, so she only complained in her heart about the luxury of this "study" - after all, it was just across the wall, and the other villagers in Huaxi Village had to run around all day just to fill their stomachs.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan became even more determined to stick to the "high-end fruit jam" route.
After all, in a sense, if the villagers of Huaxi Village can make their own jam into a luxury product, then regardless of whether they can benefit greatly, they will definitely be able to avoid being cheated.
Because many luxury goods have a "family consumption level threshold." This high-end saying can be translated into more popular terms: even if it is a scam, it only scams the rich, not the poor.
As for Huaxi Village's wealth... I remember hearing Tian Xing'er and the others talk about how the few families in the village competed to see who had more or less beautiful flower buns during Chinese New Year...
Su Qingluan looked at herself again, using the steamed bread crumbs as an eraser...
She didn't even have any hatred towards the rich anymore.
The next day came in a blink of an eye. Su Qingluan did not go to the stall with her parents, but waited at home. Before the servant left last time, he had told Su Qingluan that the Xie family would send a carriage to pick her up.
Sure enough, at noon, the Xie family's carriage stopped outside Su Qingluan's yard, and Su Qingluan was already waiting there.
This time, Su Qingluan didn't dress up specially. She just wore the long dress with narrow sleeves and straight hem that she usually wore at home. She also tied her hair into two buns with a hair tie.
It’s not that she was reluctant to dirty another set of clothes, but if she wanted to give the impression that she was “devoting all her energy to making jam”, she naturally couldn’t dress too exaggeratedly.
After all, no cook would put on three pounds of powder and wear jingling jade rings.
This time, Su Qingluan did not go to Xie's house empty-handed, but took a sample of the fruit jam she had made before - of course, the taste of the fruit jam this time was different from before.
The last time the jam highlighted the "tea and fruit aroma", but this time Su Qingluan added a little seasoning, ginger.
According to traditional Chinese medicine, ginger has a warming and anti-vomiting effect. For those who like the taste of ginger, the spicy taste of ginger can reduce the simple sweetness of jam.
Of course, Su Qingluan didn't bring this jam randomly. She had made many attempts to develop a new series of jams, and adding ginger juice was just one of them.
But two days ago, she chatted with Liu Yue on the road about a lot of seemingly useless family gossip, one of which was that Aunt Zhang liked to eat ginger candy and drink ginger tea.
Su Qingluan also knew that a considerable number of people liked the combination of ginger and sugar, which had a sweet taste with a hint of spiciness. She was even considering using Aunt Zhang to promote this fruit jam, which was sure to have mixed reviews.
Thinking in her mind, Su Qingluan came to Xie's house.
This time, with Aunt Zhang in charge of all the etiquette, it was indeed visible to the naked eye that there were more "red tape".
For example, the "visiting card" that had caused so much trouble, and the fact that Su Qingluan's status prevented her from entering through the main entrance, and that she had to wait in the side hall, among other things...
Su Qingluan maintained a businesslike smile on her face, but in her heart she was constantly complaining. Finally, when she was a little drowsy, Xie Zian, the master, finally arrived, accompanied by the housekeeper and Aunt Zhang.
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
