After parting with Yi Xi, Chen Huaixu returned to the tent where he was resting. The tent was a temporary one, but it was fully stocked with items.
Jiang Wei was reading a book with great interest.
Hearing the noise, she quickly looked up and saw Shen Huaixu, and immediately smiled, "Ah Xu, what book is this? Not only is the story interesting, but the pictures on it are also very beautiful."
Shen Huaixu reads a wide range of books, but she has a habit. After a busy day with a lot of complicated things in her mind, she will flip through a few pages of simple and refreshing novels to clear her mind.
The book Jiang Wei was holding in her hand was the one she had read last night, which was dotted with delicate portraits of characters.
She suddenly remembered the promise she had made to Jiang Wei a long time ago in order to encourage her to study painting well - it was time to fulfill it.
Thinking of this, she raised her hand to signal Yinghua and the others to leave the tent. After they left, she said, "Do you remember I told you before that I would give you a gift after you learned to paint?"
Jiang Wei was stunned. She didn't expect that Ah Xu still remembered this incident.
She never took this matter to heart. In her opinion, Ah Xu's encouragement for her to learn painting and his personal help in finding a good master for her was already an extremely precious gift to her.
So she spoke her mind.
Shen Huaixu shook his head, "Sister Wei, this is a gift for you. It's also an idea I've had for a long time - I want to open a calligraphy and painting gallery."
This was an idea she had in mind for a long time. After fermenting for such a long time, the idea was gradually completed in all aspects, and it was time to put it into action.
When she first came to this world, she was in trouble herself. The first thing she noticed was the biggest problem of the time - poverty and hunger, so she presented sweet potatoes to the king of this world.
Later, as she worked as a doctor and came into contact with more and more people and things, she could no longer help but focus on the women of this era.
Shen Huaixu knew very well that she could not fight against the deep-rooted ideas in people's hearts by her own strength. If she wanted to make changes, she could only change them little by little from the root.
Words are powerful, but most women of this era are illiterate, which makes her feel difficult. After thinking about it, she knows that only by turning the words in the books into oral and popular stories can they be widely spread.
There is no doubt that this process may be very long, but it doesn’t matter, the road is taken step by step.
Jiang Wei's eyes widened at this moment. "Calligraphy and painting gallery? Like this book?"
"The portraits of the characters in this book are all outlined in ink. I want you to paint them in color. Beautiful women with all kinds of good colors and personalities."
If you want to make a name for yourself in a short period of time, the more eye-catching the content is, the better.
Chen Huaixu continued, "Of course, the beauty is just one of the highlights. It's a gimmick for the opening of the calligraphy and painting gallery. We can also draw other things later. You are responsible for drawing this part, and I will find someone else to write the book."
There is no worry at all about writing the preface for the book, as there are so many resources available. She can even stay behind the scenes and let the literary predecessors of her world be remembered in history as well.
Jiang Wei was stunned when she heard this, but after a while she felt a little excited. She knew that she was indeed talented in painting, but she had not read much, and she didn't know what use it would be for a girl to learn painting in the future.
After living in the capital for a long time, she also learned some things, such as those young ladies from wealthy families, who learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting mostly to gain a good reputation; there were also people in the market who truly loved these arts, but most of them were unknown, and they worked hard to paint a masterpiece, but could not even earn enough to support their families.
Of course, there are also famous painting masters like her master, but this fame only grew as she grew older, like the mellow fragrance of wine in a deep alley.
There are also people who make a big splash, but they are rare.
Although her master always taught her that painting requires a clear mind and quiet ears, her thinking has not yet reached that level, and her ideas are inevitably vulgar - she thinks that she is learning a skill, a skill that can make her money and make a living.
Now that the opportunity was right in front of her, how could she not be excited? Even if she couldn't make money this time, at least gaining fame would be good.
Jiang Wei grinned, "Ah Xu, I'll paint it just the way you say. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Shen Huaixu also smiled and asked her, "Can you paint beauties?"
Jiang Wei could do it, of course, but, "I can't draw like you. Your portraits are too similar and too weird."
"I've asked you to paint in your own way. So, I'll tell you what to do. How about you try to paint? This time, let's paint 'Daiyu Burying Flowers'!"
Shen Huaixu decided on the topic for Jiang Wei without much thought.
Jiang Wei didn't expect the test to come so soon, and she was a little flustered. Fortunately, she was used to carrying a small bag and paper and pen with her, just like Shen Huaixu did before.
After a period of chaos and disorder, she held a pen in one hand and kept asking, "Who is Daiyu? Why is she burying flowers when she has nothing to do?"
Shen Huaixu translated the description in the book into a way that Jiang Wei could understand. However, Jiang Wei did not put pen to paper for a long time after listening to it. Instead, she was aroused by Shen Huaixu's words and kept asking about Daiyu's ending.
Events spiraled out of control. After a while, Shen Huaixu realized she wasn't up to the task of storytelling. She guzzled a cup of tea and said, "I'll show you the book when we get back. First, draw the scene we just mentioned, 'Daiyu Burying the Flowers,'"
Although she was still unsatisfied, Jiang Wei suppressed her curiosity when she heard there was a book to read and settled down to paint.
Her painting skills were not yet mature, but she was attentive and had a natural imagination for spatial images. Soon, a lovely picture of a beauty appeared on the paper.
Shen Huaixu watched from the side and knew that Jiang Wei had really found the right master.
After Jiang Wei finished writing, she picked up the picture of the beauty and looked at it carefully. In Jiang Wei's expectant eyes, she said, "You haven't seen enough beauties. I'll give you some books when I get back. Read more."
Jiang Wei pouted unhappily, "Where haven't I been looking at you enough all day?"
After she finished speaking, Shen Huaixu rolled his eyes at her and said, "You should be more motivated. My standards are very high."
"I see, I see, it's not bad!"
*
As the sky gradually darkened, the emperor, in a good mood after relaxing his muscles, set off to stay at the hunting ground villa, and the group followed him in a grand manner.
After arriving at the villa, Shen Huaixu and Jiang Wei lived together. She knew that her father would have to guard the emperor tonight. She was worried that he would not have enough to eat, and she couldn't help but grumble in her heart that going out with the emperor was much more troublesome than going out with the leader, and it was difficult to even see him.
As I was thinking this, a faint voice suddenly sounded, "A Xu, have you forgotten me?"
Chen Huaixu was about to get up and go to the window to look at the scenery outside the courtyard when he suddenly heard Fu Yin's voice. He froze and continued to sit obediently. "How could it be? Aren't you just free now? I was just about to talk to you. Oh, I forgot to ask you, when did Nanxia send an envoy to Dajin?"
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