Huang Yiling is probably the first person Li Jin has seen who can paint since he crossed over.
Several people fought a few circles of poetry, and Huang Yiling also painted almost the same.
Seeing that Li Jin was not interested in writing poetry, Xu Zifan offered to show everyone in the courtyard.
There is only one house in this town with a layout of this scale.
Chen Xiran naturally agreed, and he also saw that among the three students of Huang Xiucai, only Xu Zifan was better at writing poetry, and the other two were only half a pound with him.
Realizing this, Chen Xiran was very happy.
It seems that the town's literary style is not very civilized, and it still lacks in cultivating students' elegant taste, but it is in his mind.
What Chen Xiran can feel, Li Jin can also feel it naturally.
He thought that Mr. Song had said before that the level of students in each town was different, and he warned him that he must not be proud of being an excellent student in his own town.
Chen Xiran also told him in the morning that when he was studying before, it was very beneficial for everyone to recite poetry.
And in their town, the ability of the number of people to sit is almost the same. It seems that in terms of writing poetry, they are not as good as the students in the place before Chen Xiran.
The imperial examination will not help the poor because of a candidate's birthplace. In the case of the county examination, it is a unified examination for the candidates in the entire county. Mr. Song said before that the learning atmosphere of the student union in the county will be much better than that in the town.
Thinking of this, Li Jin told himself that he must not slack off.
Regardless of whether he plans to take the exam in the future, Xiucai is the most basic name for a scholar. If he takes the exam, no one in the town would dare to bully his husband for no reason.
Huang Yiling made the last stroke and called everyone over to watch it.
Although Li Jin had never studied art appreciation, but when he got closer, he felt that Huang Yiling's paintings made people feel very comfortable.
His painting skills may not be very subtle, but it can be seen that he has enough talent in this area.
From the layout and the level of brush and ink, the beauty of the chrysanthemum is presented, as if it can make people feel that the chrysanthemum is spitting.
Li Jin praised: "Brother Huang's paintings are really exquisite and expressive."
When Huang Yiling heard his praise, she was very excited. After all, he had thought about giving Li Jin the picture of the 'medical hall' he had drawn.
If Li Jin didn't like it, he wouldn't go to humiliate himself.
Fortunately, Li Jin is really praising his paintings.
Huang Yiling had a talent for painting when he was a child. In addition, he had been by Huang Xiucai's side since he was a child, and he had plenty of time to study. Naturally, Huang Xiucai would not lose his talent. Instead, he asked someone to teach him painting and calligraphy.
But the man himself was born in a wild way. After teaching for a few years, he said that he had nothing to teach anymore, so he resigned.
This is also the limitation of a small place, but for a child from a farm family, it is already very lucky.
Huang Yiling said with a smile, "Brother Li's poem on chrysanthemum appreciation just now is full of words. Huang has an unkind request. I hope Brother Li will write a poem on this painting, how about it?"
This chrysanthemum painting by Li Jinguan is three feet (100cm long and 55cm wide) in size. Huang Yiling painted it vertically with a large blank space on the upper left side, which is the place for the artist to nominate.
He didn't refuse either. With the matter of seeking medical treatment before, the relationship between the five was suddenly drawn closer, and if he refused again, he would be very polite.
So Li Jin took the brush, stood still, and inked with the tip of the pen, so that the words he wrote would be smaller and more delicate.
The layman watches the fun, the layman watches the doorway.
Huang Yiling's painting is originally small, but there is no smaller brush here, so he can only use ordinary brushes to inscribe poems.
Li Jin's action made people appreciate him even more. It can be seen that this person is not a swollen face to make a fat man, but is really knowledgeable and has ink in his stomach.
Li Jin inscribed the poem he just wrote, and now he has mastered every stroke, and his willow style is even more upright.
It complements the nobleness of the chrysanthemums painted by Huang Yiling, which is quite the finishing touch, making the quality of the whole painting even better.
Huang Yiling clapped her hands and applauded, "Brother Li's characters are all strong, very similar to Brother Li himself."
He put away the painting and said, "I want to hang this painting in the bedroom, and check myself three times a day, whether I practice calligraphy, endorse it, or do something wrong!"
Zhou Qi smiled and said, "Okay, Huang Yiling, the three provinces are talking about rethinking. You are stealing the concept."
It has become a habit for Huang Yiling to argue with him, saying, "I know it naturally, but I just want to use Brother Li's calligraphy to stimulate me to practice calligraphy every day."
Li Jin saw Huang Yiling's signature. In fact, his handwriting was also very good. After all, Huang Xiucai had been with him since he was a child. Over the years, strange things happened when he couldn't write well.
But maybe because Huang Yiling spends more time learning calligraphy and painting, he can't help but bring a bit of calligraphy and painting charm when he writes, and every word is quite round.
Such characters are beautiful, and they go well with calligraphy and painting.
But it was not the regular script required by the imperial examinations.
Li Jin thought, in this era, the pavilion style has not yet appeared. Although the imperial examination requires the unified font to be regular script, it is not specified whether it is Yan style or Liu style.
He has practiced both fonts himself, but this time Huang Yiling's painting is of chrysanthemum, with thin strokes, and it is obviously more suitable to use thin fluids.
Later, Xu Zifan, as the main family, took a few people to visit the house.
No one knows that this painting was auctioned for a high price of 100 taels decades later, not to say how delicate and ingenious the painting is.
But because of that poem, and the person who wrote it.
The post of Li Jin, a famous calligrapher of a generation, who practiced calligraphy in his early years is nowhere to be found. Although this poem is written in fluid, it has already demonstrated Li Jin's personal style.
Of course, at this moment no one knows the follow-up story.
Huang Yiling walked up to Li Jin and said, "Brother Li, we've been apart for half a month, but I didn't expect to meet here.
To be honest, I went to Xinglintang to ask for medicine that day, and I made a painting after I went back, which I wanted to give you as a thank you gift. But then I went to Xinglintang again, and the apprentice told me that you had stopped going to the clinic. I thought there was no chance for this painting to be sent out. "
When Huang Yiling had spoken to this point, Li Jin naturally would not refuse.
In addition, he just wrote a poem to Huang Yiling, this painting should be accepted as a courtesy.
But Li Jin has his own idea in his heart, that is, he has to wait for a suitable opportunity to ask Huang Yiling to teach him how to paint.
So he discussed with Huang Yiling about calligraphy and painting for a long time, with a genial smile on his face, which made people feel close to them.
When Li Jin was sitting seriously in the hospital, some loud and noisy patients didn't dare to make trouble when they came to him.
But if he took the initiative to find a talker, he would soon be able to mingle with people.
When the tea party was over, Li Jin had already made an appointment with Huang Yiling for the next meeting.
Of course, it is unrealistic for Huang Yiling to go to the village to find him, and as a student of Mr. Song, it is not easy for him to go to Huang Xiucai's door to find Huang Yiling.
So the two of them made an appointment with the teahouse in the town, and while drinking tea and listening to books, they exchanged poems and paintings.
When the relationship between the two is better, it will not be so abrupt that Li Jin asks for advice again.
Ancient scholars were more roundabout and paid attention to etiquette, and Li Jin was also used to this method.
But if the relationship is close, then of course you can speak directly.
Just like Huang Yiling actually wanted to ask Li Jin to prescribe medicine for Mr. Huang, but this time he didn't say anything about it. After all, Li Jin is no longer a doctor of Xing Lintang, and he and Li Jin are also strangers. I think he is very uneducated.
The five walked to the town together, and then said goodbye.
By this time, the sun had gradually turned west, and it was obviously past noon.
Li Jin was also hungry. Fortunately, he ate the steamed buns bought by Chen Xiran in the morning, or else he would have had his stomach growl because of the breakfast he got up at six o'clock in the morning.
Chen Xiran approached Li Jin and said, "Let's go to Baishifang. When we first met, I said that I would go to Baishifang to invite you to dinner. Finally, I have a chance."
Li Jin nodded and agreed, "Okay."
It would take at least an hour to walk back, and he still abused himself to the point that he wanted to walk back on an empty stomach.
There are many people in Baishifang, and even at this point, there are very few vacancies at the table.
The guy took the two of them to an inner table, "Two guest officers, what do you want?"
Chen Xiran is a frequent visitor here. After talking about three dishes, he gave Li Jin several options. Li Jin chose 'three fresh dishes'.
Four dishes for two people is quite a lot.
Although Chen Xiran's family is rich, they are not the second-generation ancestor who likes to show off.
With four dishes, two men can still finish it, after all they were hungry for a long time.
Chen Xiran is a smart man, he said, "A Jin, do you want to learn painting?"
Li Jin nodded, it was not surprising that Chen Xiran saw this. Those who know him know that he rarely takes the initiative to chat with strangers for so long.
"Yes, I don't need to go to a medical clinic recently, and I have enough money left at home. I want to learn one of the six arts."
Chen Xiran said: "I remember that my family has some manuscripts for the introduction of calligraphy and painting, and I will find them tomorrow and bring them to you.
Although I didn't learn to draw, my former husband liked to draw. Painting is similar to calligraphy. The basic brushwork can be learned from the book, and then you can practice it yourself. As for the more delicate and original brushwork, you have to be a teacher. "
Li Jin thanked him and said, "Thank you, Brother Chen."
Chen Xiran waved his hand: "I'm just afraid that you will find someone to apprentice. Although he can draw, he can teach children enlightenment.
Those basic brushwork and composition, you will know when I give you the book, but you have to communicate with him for specific improvements. "
Li Jin laughed, "I have the idea of apprenticeship. Teachers are for others, ancient and modern, people from all directions, reaching first..."
Chen Xiran said: "I know that those who have no success in learning come first, but we are classmates. If you are a teacher, doesn't he also count as half of my master?"
Li Jin didn't expect that he was actually worried about this, and said, "You can rest assured that the master can become a teacher, but if you really want to worship a teacher, it is not this way of worshipping."
Chen Xiran was relieved.
On the way back, Li Jin couldn't help shaking his head. Even Song Xiucai didn't accept apprentices, only their husbands and teachers, not their masters.
Master, as the name suggests, is a teacher for one day and a father for life.
For the time being, Li Jin has no plans to worship Master.
Even the champions and Tanhua Lang who were inscribed on the Golden List were only worshipped by a certain Confucian scholar a few years before they entered the imperial court.
Li Jin thought that he did not have such lofty ambitions. For the time being, he only had one dream, which was to make money and replace all the coarse sheets at home with cotton.
Otherwise, next time you bully the boy, let him ride up...
He didn't want to see red marks on his body from the bed sheets every time he washed the boy.