Chapter 96 seems to be missing something here.
Seeing how readily Old Master Hua agreed, Madam Qian began to suspect that the old man was doing it on purpose!
Little Su Bao looked up at her mother, a little nervous but still puzzled, and asked, "But Grandpa doesn't draw, so how do we know Grandpa can draw?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Qian immediately realized how she had forgotten such an important matter.
She looked at the old man and asked with a serious tone, "My son Sanlang likes to paint. If you can paint, please paint a picture for him..."
Old man...
Never mind, he did it all for his master.
He's just a painter, though his paintings are now extremely expensive, if not worth a thousand gold pieces.
"I can paint, but I'd like to see the paintings on your walls!" Old Master Hua squinted, a hint of anticipation in his heart.
The Qian family didn't care much, since those paintings were still hanging in the third son's room anyway.
They were unaware of the third son's hobby until it was by chance that Mrs. Qian noticed the painting in the room...
Only then did I realize that beneath the rugged exterior of my third son lay such a pure heart...
If Old Man Hua could really teach her third son, she would finally be able to put her mind at ease.
Little Su Bao followed behind Grandpa Hua, the little girl holding Tang Shan's hand.
After taking only two steps, the little girl suddenly remembered something she hadn't done that day. She glanced at the sky again and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Tang Qi noticed that the little girl seemed a bit down, so he took two steps forward and walked to the little dumpling's side.
I casually picked up the little baby and put him in my arms.
Little Su Bao paused, then hugged Tang Qi's neck: "We agreed to sell crickets to make money today, but..."
Tang Qi didn't think anything of it, but upon hearing this, he laughed.
He ruffled the little bundle of hair and said with a smile, "Alright, don't worry. If it's not possible today, we can go first thing tomorrow morning. Your little mouth is so long it could hang an oil bottle..."
Little Su Bao quickly covered her mouth and glanced nervously at Tang Qi.
Seeing her adorable appearance, Tang Qi immediately smiled.
As they spoke, they arrived outside Tang Shan's house.
Tang Shan pushed open the door. The inside was clean and tidy, with some paintings hanging on the walls, some of which looked quite old.
But there are two new ones.
"Did you paint these?" Old Master Hua looked at Tang Shan with some surprise as he looked at the paintings.
Tang Shan nodded, a hint of inferiority in her eyes.
His paintings are not as good as those of his ancestors, but he truly loves painting, even without brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone.
These writing brushes, ink, and paper were all brought to him by Tang Yu when he returned.
The fact that he crafted the inkstone himself speaks volumes.
The old man looked at the paintings carefully and nodded slightly.
This kid has exceeded my expectations.
"The paper is a little off..." Old Master Hua was slightly disgusted, but he still took out his almost worn-out brush and began to paint.
It was still that same landscape painting; he gazed at it intently for a moment.
Come to think of it, he had seen this landscape painting in his master's study before!
I was young then, and after just one glance, I thought it was nothing special...
Little Su Bao also looked at the painting, then paused, feeling as if there was something hidden in it...
The little dumpling looked puzzled for a moment before looking away.
Because the old man in front of us has already started painting.
It must be said that his movements were extremely graceful, appearing unrestrained and surprisingly pleasing.
Little Su Bao's eyes widened, and then she saw that the black ink had created a stunning landscape painting.
Old Man Hua's speed was very fast, yet each stroke carried a touch of divine charm.
Tang Shan was so engrossed in watching that she couldn't help but sway back and forth, mimicking the movements of Grandpa Hua.
Tang Qi and Tang Cheng didn't have that feeling; they just thought that Grandpa Hua's painting was very good, but that wasn't their impression.
After finishing the painting in one go, Grandpa Hua also felt a bit tired.
He sat on the stool, looking at his own painting, then at the painting on the wall, and shook his head slightly.
I still lacked some experience.
"Something seems to be missing here..." Little Su Bao said subconsciously, looking at Old Man Hua's words.
Old Man Hua was taken aback and looked at the place Little Su Bao was pointing to.
Then he looked at the landscape painting his master had painted.
It was a small boat, so small that it would be easily missed if you weren't paying attention.
More importantly, the old man paused for a moment while looking at the little figure…
Suddenly my nose started to sting...
He was a playful old man to begin with, and now that he was emotional, he simply sat down on the ground and cried...
"Waaah..." He cried his heart out, but the onlookers were completely bewildered.
Is this old man out of his mind?
Mrs. Qian picked up her son, Su Bao, and pulled her sons a little further away from the old man...
Old Man Hua cried for a long time before he calmed down. He wiped his nose and looked up at the Tang family.
If he wasn't sure before, now he's certain that these are his master's family members!
He finally found his master's family!
But now...
Some people say that the Tang family took away the treasures of the previous dynasty, causing a great uproar in the capital, and he cannot acknowledge them.
Not at least not now...
"I thought of a relative of mine and couldn't help but cry. Please don't mind me..." Old Man Hua coughed lightly and said dryly.
Tang Qi frowned. He was a hunter, but he was also very perceptive and noticed the old man's strangeness.
This painting was left to them by their grandfather; it was the only painting he ever left them.
Could it be...?
Tang Qi looked at the old man and began to have doubts.
"It's getting late, and I've finished my drawing. Can I leave it here?" Old Man Hua looked pitifully at the Tang family.
It's as if I'm going to cry if you don't keep me here.
Madam Qian looked at her sons, especially the third son.
The third son's eyes lit up, and she naturally wouldn't refuse. She nodded and left the old man behind.
If the village school were to open now, it would be good to have the old man join in teaching the children to draw.
It was only noon, and Xiao Su Bao and Tang Da Bao decided to go catch some more crickets.
However, this time they weren't in a hurry to cook it until it was fully cooked; instead, they waited until the morning to cook it!
Since the village children had nothing else to do, they joined in the activities.
Finally, Tang Xin and another little boy tried to make the clipper worm using Xiao Su Bao's method.
The taste was quite good, so everyone decided not to let the adults get involved in this matter.
Little Su Bao naturally had no objections.
The next morning, the little girl got up early, followed closely by the three Tang brothers.
They washed the pincers they had caught and kept the day before, and then began to cook.
"Let's fry these crickets first, and then when someone wants them, we'll make them on the spot..." Xiao Su Bao said, looking at the crickets.
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