five sticks...
Thinking about the meaning of these five sticks, Wu Qingchen couldn't help but smile.
"With this effect, of course it can save a lot of trouble, but... I think..." Taking a closer look at the extremely simple lines and the lifelike effect, Wu Qingchen couldn't help rubbing his temples: "For me, mastering painting This... well, science, may be more difficult than directly teaching the villagers to do farm work... "
"For the time being, maybe it is true." Huang Xing nodded understandingly, "However, learning painting is not just for teaching the aborigines to farm... In the future, there will be many plans in the medieval world that also need this science to provide Technical Support."
"Okay..." Wu Qingchen didn't question the meaning of the training plan.
——As a very self-aware person, Wu Qingchen never thought that the cleverness of one person might surpass the collective wisdom of millions of people.
Looking at the team of artists in front of him, Wu Qingchen found neither musical instruments nor brushes.
This is also very normal. Wu Qingchen is very clear that in his short life of more than twenty years, he has never shown any artistic talent.
More specifically, when it comes to the two branches of music and art, Wu Qingchen can barely hum a few salivary songs if he doesn't need to soar. If he must take a paintbrush, Wu Qingchen can also draw an egg crookedly.
Wu Qingchen cannot be completely blamed for such a level. For the sake of enrollment rate and other "more important" knowledge, Wu Qingchen's fate with "music" and "art" after the third grade of elementary school has stopped at the schedule , There is no chance to really kiss Fangze again.
Thinking about the "art" plan prepared by the staff group for him, and thinking about the mood after the staff group confirmed his information, Wu Qingchen really wanted to know, those elementary school, junior high school, and high school head teachers, teachers, and teachers in his hometown who blatantly violated the "quality education" policy How much saliva will be sprayed on the faces of directors, vice principals, principals, and many bureaucrats from the Jiang County Education Bureau.
"So..." After pleasant imagination, Wu Qingchen looked at the artists: "Where do I start to learn these two sciences? Theory?"
The foundations of the two "sciences" are zero eggs. Wu Qingchen is very curious, how can he improve his artistic accomplishment rapidly in such a short period of time.
"Well..." Professor Zhang Chenrun, the leading oil painter, and Ms. Wang Menghua, a famous songwriter, looked at each other.
Ms. Wang spoke first: "In terms of music, in theory, it can be regarded as theory."
Professor Zhang seemed a little hesitant: "In terms of art... it should be said that it is a little more basic than theory."
After more than an hour, Wu Qingchen understood what the tongue twister "in theory, it's theory" meant, and also understood what "a little more basic than theory" meant.
"It's gone? It's over? What do you mean it's over?"
No wonder Wu Qingchen reacted so strongly.
During this one hour period:
Wu Qingchen was first instilled with the "history of the relationship between religion and music" by a master of religious music, the "history of agricultural technology and musical instrument development" by a master of musical instruments, and the "history of different historical stages" by a professor of music school. Changes in singing style"...
This is the music part.
The art part is even more bizarre: Wu Qingchen didn't even have to listen to history, and the framers, auctioneers, and consumable suppliers from the Academy of Fine Arts, Oil Painting Gallery, Calligraphy Art Association... directly taught Wu Qingchen to identify more convenient The preserved wood also taught Wu Qingchen to use some mud, ashes and underburned wood to make charcoal that is easier to color.
With a question mark on his forehead, after learning these things, Wu Qingchen thought they were the foundation of the pre-requisites, but was told that they were all training content.
"That's all?" Wu Qingchen squeezed the charcoal, "Bringing this, can I go to the Middle Ages world for 'spot teaching'?"
"Mr. Wu...Mr. Wu..." Huang Xing hurried over and patted Wu Qingchen on the shoulder: "Time is limited, and the time allocated by the deployment team can only allow you to have the most basic implementation conditions first."
"What kind of implementation condition is this?"
"In terms of music, after understanding the content just now, you have a basic understanding of the red line of religious tolerance for art, the focus of the lower class people's attention to music, and the close relationship between agricultural production and music... With these, it is enough for you to implement the next step s plan… "
"In terms of art, this is a subject that requires long-term practice. Once you have learned how to make wooden boards and charcoal pencils, no matter whether you practice on a daily basis or officially start 'orientation teaching' in the future, it will not cause financial burden."
"I haven't started learning yet, how can I practice?"
"You don't have to worry about this. Although time is limited, the teachers on Earth can't play their full role at present..." Huang Xing first pointed to the artists in front of him, and then pointed to Wu Qingchen: "However, in the medieval world, You yourself have already prepared the teacher."
"teacher?"
Wu Qingchen frowned. In the village of Akeli, the only person who could possibly have anything to do with art had a very clear direction: "Are you referring to...the priest?"
"certainly."
"The pastor can still paint?" It must be said that Wu Qingchen knew very little about the pastor.
"Yes..." Huang Xing nodded.
Pastors can't just paint!
Among the information available to Huang Xing, from the pastor's fingers, wrists, leg shapes, walking posture, habitual movements, stains on sleeves... and other details, the staff analyzed and obtained too much that Wu Qingchen didn't understand. content.
This is not because the Interim Committee on Astronomical Events of the United Nations deliberately concealed information from Wu Qingchen, but, based on the huge amount of information and the preciousness of Wu Qingchen's time, it is a very difficult question in itself to decide which aspect of information should be given priority to Wu Qingchen. complex puzzle.
"Uh..." Wu Qingchen was a little surprised when he heard this information for the first time, but also had some doubts: "Even if the pastor can paint, he might not necessarily teach me, right?"
"No..." Huang Xing stretched out his hand, the artist team had already left, and another training team came over: "...he will definitely teach you."
This is the most attractive training team that Wu Qingchen has ever seen.
The most attractive meaning does not refer to the appearance of beautiful women or handsome men.
Of course, there are also appearances. The group of people who came here, regardless of male or female, Chinese or foreign, body shape, or age, their faces were all well-groomed, but there were no traces of grooming, and their clothes were all clean. It is very decent, but it does not look luxurious, and the walking is not too fast or slow, as if it contains some kind of peculiar rhythm, naturally showing a detached demeanor, and it looks very comfortable.
Everyone in this group of people has a faint smile on their faces. As long as the people next to them look over, they will soon be attracted by this smile and feel the sincerity and sincerity in it. That's the best way to describe them here.
"Mr. Wu..."
When this group of people began to undergo the last body search, Huang Xing said: "... If art and music are the techniques you use to speak to a large number of people at once for a long time in the future, then next, These teachers will teach you the skills of being alone with people."
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Thousands of meters away, logistics group 7.
In another remodeled bus, on the big screen near the driver's seat, an instant video of the training scene is being played.
At the desk transformed from the seat of the bus, several staff members are either writing documents, reading materials, or making tables...
Among them, a man in his early thirties suddenly gasped in surprise.
"It's him?"
"What's wrong? Xiao Wang..." Another staff member raised his head.
"Old Wu, take a look... Isn't this who..." Xiao Wang raised his hand and pointed to a middle-aged man in the video who had passed the inspection and was walking towards Wu Qingchen.
"Who is it?" Old Wu took off his glasses first, rubbed his red eyes, put them on again, and then slowly raised his head.
"Well..." The next moment, Old Wu gently stroked his chin, showing a thoughtful expression: "...it looks familiar..."
"Who looks familiar?" "What are you doing... Hurry up and work..." "Oh, I'm so sleepy!"
The other staff members in the bus raised their heads one after another.
In the video, the middle-aged man looks elegant and behaves politely. After passing the inspection, the man's originally unhurried pace was obviously quickened. His face was full of enthusiasm, he looked at Wu Qingchen intently, stretched out his hands from a distance, and after holding Wu Qingchen's arm firmly, he didn't know what to say. What, after two or three sentences, Wu Qingchen soon showed a heartfelt joyful smile on his face.
"Just that... Huang... Huang what..." Pointing at the middle-aged man in the video, Xiao Wang beat his head vigorously: "...the one in Jin City... just sentenced two months ago..."
"Huang Zhanpeng!" Lao Wu slapped the table and remembered, "Isn't he sentenced to life? Why did he go there?"
"I don't know..." "I haven't heard of it...!" "Who? Are you from there? Are you famous?"
Several other staff members said they had never heard of it.
"Huang Zhanpeng!" Xiao Wang said excitedly, "Old Wang and I are the former executive deputy mayor of the unit!"
"Oh, the deputy mayor..." "Is the deputy mayor very big?" "The vice president is nothing now!"
"Deputy mayor is nothing..." Old Wu said slowly, "However, our deputy mayor is a legend in the official circles of Jin City! He has been promoted to eight levels in seven years and started as a temporary worker in a township enterprise. Climb all the way to the executive deputy mayor!"
"Ah?" "What kind of background does this person have?" "The relationship is very strong!"
"It has a background, it has something to do..." Lao Wu asked back: "Can I work as a temporary worker in a township enterprise?"
"Then why are you promoted so quickly? Are you particularly capable? Have key achievements?"
"Neither. Our deputy mayor has neither ability nor political achievements. He is quite timid and has no money to give gifts..." Xiao Wang shook his head slowly.
"It doesn't matter, no background, no ability, no political achievements, no gift money, how can you climb so fast?"
"But he has talent!" Xiao Wang snorted coldly, "Our deputy mayor climbed to the throne of deputy mayor with just one tongue!"
"After the accident, people gave me a nickname: the number one flatterer in Jin City!"
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