The reborn peasant girl has space for farming

Chapter 569 Cinnabar Ink

Bai Meixi had to wait for herself and the seal to dry before she could put away the two paintings. When she had nothing to do, she began to pick up a lot of Master Li's desk. The master had no idea how valuable his words were, even if they were just random graffiti. , it may also be a treasure passed down from generation to generation.

She really wanted to find some good things from this desk, but it seemed that there were all paintings signed by Master Li. These paintings were old and new, and they seemed to be Master Li's private collection.

"Mr. Li, are these paintings newly painted by you? I have never seen them before." Bai Meixi was very curious about the origin of these paintings. She thought that Master Li had sold all his collection to her, but she didn't Thinking that there are so many more, it seems that being a painter is really a good profession. His hands are tools for generating income, and many paintings can flow out of his hands.

"Some are newly painted, and some are things left over from the past. They are all my experiences along the way. Sometimes looking at them is like seeing my own past."

When Master Li looked at these paintings, he was obviously reminiscing about certain times, with tenderness in his eyes. Naturally, Bai Meixi could not take away these paintings, so she could only turn her attention to other items.

"Teacher Li, what kind of paint is this that has such a special taste?" Bai Meixi saw a jar of red paint on Master Li's desk. It was dry to the bottom and looked like cinnabar.

Bai Meixi lowered her head and smelled it. There was a faint smell of sulfur inside, which did not resemble ordinary paint.

This kind of red is very gorgeous, with a breathtaking color of its own. She has never seen such a gorgeous color in modern society, like the sunset that dyes the sky red.

"Comrade Xiaobai is indeed a discerning person. Nowadays, there are not many people who can tell that this is a good thing."

Master Li immediately gave a thumbs up when he saw Bai Meixi pick up the can of paint. Not many people know how to paint now, and no one pays attention to the research of paint. The red paint produced now can only Even with diluted paint, it's fine for writing good news announcements, but impossible for painting.

Master Li kept sighing when he talked about this matter. Now the teaching work of the Academy of Fine Arts is in vain, and no students are willing to learn.

A lot of paints had been piled up in the warehouse and dried up. He picked some up and slowly mixed them with water, trying to restore them one by one. He was also reported for stealing school property.Those people not only took back all the paint, but also asked him to review and admit his mistakes in front of the whole school.

He was not afraid of writing a review, but it was a pity for those good things. Those people didn't know how to cherish paint at all, and threw those bottles and cans back into the warehouse like garbage. It didn't take long for them to be contaminated, and a layer of mold was produced. It can't be used anymore.

Although Master Li felt distressed, he never dared to rescue her again. He could only stop painting and live with the little paint at home.

"Are these paints left over from your previous paintings?" Bai Meixi looked at the jar and felt that this jar of paint should have some history. This warm little white porcelain jar looked like something from the Qing Dynasty, and there was still a faint trace of it underneath. You can see a signature.

"To tell you the truth, this paint comes from the palace." Master Li lowered his voice. He looked at the door to make sure there was no one before he gave the answer.

The word "gongli" is a taboo in this era. If someone hears it, they will definitely say that he has the remnants of feudal ideas. By then, let alone a teacher, even if he is idle at home, he may not be able to do it. "Things from the palace!" Bai Meixi was shocked when she heard this statement. In the past, everything in the palace was used by the emperor, so this box of cinnabar was probably an imperial offering in the past. This kind of thing can still be circulated among the people. In fact, It's rare.

She raised the jar again and looked at it. If it was the cinnabar provided by the emperor, then this jar was probably from the palace.

"Yes, this is cinnabar ink. In the past, it could only be used by the emperor when making ink. Later, after the Qing Dynasty fell, many things were lost. This cinnabar ink was one of them. When we were painting at that time, although this ink was precious, But it’s not difficult to get, unlike now, it’s not easy to find another can.”

Master Li was deeply moved when he looked at the jar of bottomed cinnabar ink. He only loved painting in his life. In addition to studying painting techniques, he also studied pigments. He originally had a lot of pigments from the palace and gave many to his students. , but now it has become rare.

At that time, the Academy of Fine Arts had its own paint center, where you could buy a lot of good stuff. Even if it was not from the palace, the quality was considered to be of high quality. However, gradually those items became worse and worse, and the types of colors became less and less. Especially this red pigment is almost scarce.

Everyone thinks that painting is useless and it is not worth wasting cinnabar on such things. It is better to use diluted paint to save trouble.Later, everyone simply stopped painting, and no one studied paint. Now he can only look at this jar as a souvenir.

"Teacher Li, these mountains are all red, are they painted with this kind of cinnabar?" Bai Meixi looked at the paintings on the wall and found that the painting "All Mountains Are Red" only has three colors: red, gray and black. Gray and black It must be made with ink, and the red color is probably this kind of cinnabar ink.

"Yes, only cinnabar ink can produce such good colors. Now that the jar of cinnabar ink has been used up, even if I still want to draw, I can't draw it."

Master Li sighed. He picked up the jar and smelled it. The faint smell of sulfur made her feel refreshed. Now he could only rely on this smell to remember the past days.

Nowadays, he uses one can less paint, and the remaining ones are mostly green and yellow. With these two things alone, I am afraid he will only be able to paint desert scenery in the future.

Bai Meixi felt something was wrong. There were obviously seven paintings of "All Mountains Are Red", but now I have only painted four and the cinnabar ink has been used up. So where did the remaining three come from?

"Teacher Li, if I can get cinnabar ink, can you still draw a few paintings for me?" Bai Meixi thought of another possibility. If there are three paintings that have not yet been published, does that mean that those three paintings are still unavailable? The painting can be hers!

This idea shocked even her. If she could still get three popular paintings, wouldn't it mean that her future asset value would be at least 60 billion. Such a huge sum of money would really be impossible to spend in a lifetime.

"If you can really get me cinnabar ink, I will paint as many paintings as you want." Master Li was very happy when he heard that Bai Meixi could get him cinnabar ink. This kind of paint is very rare. If it can be repainted He was naturally willing to pick up the paintbrush.

"Then it's settled, I'll come to you when I find the cinnabar ink." Bai Meixi already had an idea. When it came to such things used in the palace, she already knew who she should look for.

(End of this chapter)