God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 432
Xu Jingxing nodded towards Sun Mengmeng, and walked into the room first.

The room was quite clean, and looked no different from ordinary people's homes, but there were a few paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls. Leaving aside the quality of the calligraphy and painting, the paper was pretty good, and it looked a bit similar to the "kaihua paper" he saw on the Internet.

Of course, it’s just similar. You can’t see the specific texture, you need to get started.

The middle-aged woman also came in, warmly greeted them to sit down, made tea for them, and asked nonchalantly, "What size do you want?"

Although Xu Jingxing was tired of this woman, he still replied: "Four feet, eight feet and two feet, it's best to open them all, is there any?"

"Yes, yes, there are full-open ones of all sizes," the middle-aged woman replied excitedly, and then shouted to the back room: "Mom, I want four-foot, eight-foot and two-foot full-open ones. Don't take them by mistake."

Shit, this woman, she slipped away when directing the old lady, why didn't she go get it herself?

Thinking of this, he felt a little sick to his stomach. He didn't even look at the tea made by the middle-aged woman, but turned his eyes to a picture on the wall. It was Taizu's "Qinyuanchun·Snow", written in lines. It looks quite elegant, but the strokes are so beautiful that they are almost done in one go. If you are not a person who has studied running script, you may not be able to recognize a single word.

The middle-aged woman followed his gaze, and quickly said with a smile: "It was written by a calligrapher from the Zhejiang Calligraphy Association when he came to ask for paper. It is said that a piece of calligraphy is worth more than [-] yuan."

Can such a word be worth more than [-]?

Xu Jingxing said in his heart: My handwriting is much better than this, do you want [-] pieces?

But after all, I didn't say it directly. After all, being a guest at someone's house, no matter how tired you are, it's not good to slap your face face to face. What's more, what's the fuss with such a country woman?Not enough to lose one's share.

It's just that I can't say anything, so I feel so aggrieved.

Sun Mengmeng glanced at his face and let out a "puchi" laugh, obviously very happy to see him deflated.Then his eyes stayed on the painting "Qinyuanchun·Snow" for a moment, and he said in a low voice, "It's a little floating."

"It's not a little floating, it's very floating."

"Looking at the signature, I seem to have heard of this person, and he is quite famous."

"Hehe, it's normal. There are many calligraphers like this in these associations." When Xu Jingxing said the word "calligrapher", he deliberately emphasized his tone and was very disdainful. These days, not only are "masters" worthless, Even all kinds of "homes" are worthless, and cats and dogs dare to put names like writers, calligraphers, painters, and artists on their heads, and they are not afraid of breaking their necks.

In ancient times, to be called a "family", at least the achievement in this industry must reach a certain level, but now, many people are only at the entry-level level, but dare to call themselves "family" ", I really don't know where the confidence comes from.

Let’s just say that this piece of "Qinyuanchun·Snow" seems to be written well, but in fact, the word is just like the one posted on it, completely rootless, very floating, it looks like flying dragons and phoenixes, but in fact it is like a rootless duckweed. It is because the basic skills are not solid enough. To be more specific, the other party should have learned it directly from running script, and may even only know how to write running script.

In this way, a seemingly good running script can be written in a very short period of time, because the running script is sloppy, even if the basic skills are poor, there are defects in the strokes, and ordinary people can't see it. Unlike regular script, if the basic skills of regular script are not good It is solid, and the filling will be revealed with one stroke.

Therefore, in order to pursue speed, some people often start to practice handwriting directly from running script, and get started in a very short period of time, and then they can be deceived by ostentation. Anyway, most people can't understand running script at all.

This is the case with the author of this text.

However, when Xu Jingxing and Sun Mengmeng commented, they were still polite, and they didn't make it too obvious. Even if it was ridicule, it was still irony. Even if they heard it from the side, they probably wouldn't understand it.

For example, Granny Yu, the daughter-in-law, was confused by what she heard, and even thought that Xu Jingxing and Sun Mengmeng were praising the beauty of the handwriting, so she smiled happily, "That's right, that's right. Calligrapher, when he came, the second in command of the county government came with him."

Xu Jingxing couldn't bear it any longer, and quietly rolled his eyes.

Fortunately, Granny Yu came out of the back room with a thick stack of rice paper, trembling a little while walking.

Seeing this, he hurriedly stood up to meet him, stretched out his hand to take the rice paper, and asked at the same time: "Grandma Yu, did you make these by yourself?"

Granny Yu nodded sadly, "I made all of them myself, but there are not many left, how much do you want?"

"There's not much left?" He asked a little surprised: "You, don't you want to do it in the future?" As soon as the words came out, his eyes turned around Granny Yu, and he suddenly realized that the old lady was old and couldn't do it. Moved.Making paper is also physical labor. Some key links are not only exhausting, but also very exhausting. Some key links cannot be stopped and must be worked continuously for eight to twelve hours. It is difficult for ordinary people, let alone Granny Yu. age people.

In fact, Granny Yu should not be very old. She looks about 70 years old, and she is two rounds younger than Grandpa Lian Yunhai, but her physical condition seems to be two rounds older than Grandpa Lian.

Sure enough, Granny Yu nodded, and said with a little difficulty: "I'm old, I can't do it anymore."

"Well, how much paper do you have left?" After he asked, he saw the old lady glance at the middle-aged woman beside her a little embarrassedly, and immediately understood that the old lady didn't want to show her bottom in front of that woman, so she shook her head, "Forget it, Let me take a look at these papers first," he said, putting a stack of papers on the coffee table, and reaching out to touch it.

It's soft, and surprisingly soft.

When he first saw these papers, he was a little disappointed, because although the curtain patterns of these papers were not very obvious, the colors were a bit mixed.

But when I reached out and touched it, I found that although the quality of this paper was average, it felt very good in the hand. You could feel the soft yet tough texture when you touched it, which was even better than the old paper he used at Xu Zhongheng's place. a little.

God!

Could it be that this is the real Kaihua paper?

Thinking about it this way, he stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of paper, flicked it lightly with his fingers, the sound was a little muffled, but the toughness was better, but the transparency was a little bit less interesting, and the thickness was thicker than the Kaihua paper he thought, It's not even as good as the second-class enlightenment list.

In other words, this is not the real Kaihua paper, nor is it the real Kaihua list paper. As for the tribute paper, it is worth pondering.

(End of this chapter)