Daming Super Daddy

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Zhu Song was very calm, and even showed a triumphant expression on his face, which made people want to rush up and kick him hard in the face.

"The concubine will wait and see!" Song Minglin pulled Xu Wanjun who was still about to speak, and said.

"My lord, this is what you want." At this moment, a maid came in with a plate of things.

"Well, put the things here, you can go down." Zhu Song nodded to the maid and sent her off.

Everyone looked forward, and found that there were several non-stop numbering brushes on the plate, finely polished, black charcoal blocks, and several other things that had nothing to do with painting.

"Husband, this is..." Xu Wanjun asked a little strangely.

"Hey, you'll find out in a while." Zhu Song played tricks on purpose, but didn't tell them what it was all about, and whispered, "There's only one last thing to go."

Within a quarter of an hour, two young eunuchs walked in, one carrying a bracket on his shoulders, and the other holding a wooden board that was an inch thick, three feet long, and a foot wide.

Zhu Song set up the wooden frame, fixed the wooden board on the wooden frame, then picked up the thick rice paper from the ground, clamped it to the wooden board, and fixed it.

"Miaomiao, you go and sit on the chair." Zhu Song arranged for Xu Miaojin to sit on the chair, and then held a small ruler with the precise distance in his hand, pointed it at Xu Miaojin's head for a long while, and then directly started using the charcoal pen... ...Let's call it charcoal, and start the overall structure.

"Miaomiao, just stay here and don't move. It only takes half a stick of incense. I can paint it for you!" After giving Xu Miaojin a command, Zhu Song simply started painting up.

Xu Wanjun and Song Minglin didn't care at first, but fed the three children at the side. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, seeing their husband still waving his right hand in front of the wooden shelf, they couldn't help but stepped forward curiously. Moved a few steps.

But as soon as they moved forward, the beautiful eyes of the two girls suddenly widened, and their faces were full of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost!

Zhu Song glanced at the two women with his eyes, and suddenly felt elated in his heart.

Nonsense, can the two of them see the ghost?This sketch is very different from traditional Chinese painting. The most important thing about sketching is realism. Unlike these ink portraits, in order to highlight the target, the target is drawn big, and other things are small like rabbits. This is obviously not realistic!

Quietly drawing this sketch, in just a quarter of an hour, Xu Miaojin's beautiful appearance and slim figure jumped out of the paper, even people who don't know how to draw can think of Xu Miaojin's true face when they see this painting!

Another quarter of an hour later, the portrait of Xu Miaojin on the rice paper became clearer and clearer, and even the folds of her clothes were vividly drawn.

Chapter 5 The Bicycle

Both Xu Wanjun and Song Minglin can be called talented women, both talented and beautiful!

But based on the knowledge of the two of them, even if they think about it, they can't think of anyone who painted in history who could paint so realistically, and this painting was drawn with a dark object.

"This, this painting is too similar, isn't it? It's completely a miniature version of Miaomiao." Xu Wanjun turned her head to look at Zhu Song who was working hard on the painting, and said, "Husband, what kind of painting skills are you using?"

"Quiet, just watch from the side." Zhu Song didn't even look at Xu Wanjun, but just threw out such a sentence.

Xu Wanjun couldn't help asking this question, and she just realized what Zhu Song said. This painting is like playing chess. It's best to put all your heart and energy into it. If she interrupts like this, it is very likely that Zhu Song will draw a wrong stroke.

Simply, Xu Wanjun kept silent, but stared wide-eyed at how Zhu Song wrote, and the way he was studying with an open mind made people laugh.

At this moment, Xu Miaojin, who was sitting quietly on the chair, also noticed the expressions of Xu Wanjun and Song Minglin, and began to doubt, could it be that her husband is really a national player?

Thinking of this, Xu Miaojin began to feel a little anxious: How could Miss Jun show such a stunned expression, and how is her husband doing in painting?

"Miao Miao, sit still for me, don't move around, and when the time comes, I will draw you an ugly monster, don't blame me." Zhu Song threatened Xu Miaojin, but his writing became faster, more accurate, and more stable.

But man, that's the way it is, the more you make him quiet, the harder it is for her to calm down.

Ever since, Xu Miaojin couldn't sit still anymore, but she still listened to Zhu Song's words and sat upright as much as possible, with a pair of beautiful eyes rolling around. It seemed that her curiosity had been aroused by Xu Miaojin and the others.

"Huh, let's edit the picture a little bit at the end!" After another half a quarter of an hour, Zhu Song finally stopped.

Putting down the carbon block in his hand, taking the wet towel handed over by Song Minglin to wipe his hands, Zhu Song directly picked up the wooden board that was used as a drawing board, and laid it flat on the table beside him.

"It's finally over, I have to take a good look at myself, whether my husband really draws..." Xu Miaojin stood up from the chair and stretched directly.

Don't look at sitting, but maintaining the same function for a long time will make people feel uncomfortable.

But before she finished speaking, when she saw the rice paper on the table, her beautiful eyes widened, her cherry lips parted, and her jade finger like a spring onion pointed at the rice paper: "This, is this a concubine?!"

Although the meaning in the words is an interrogative sentence, the tone is quite certain!

"It's still Miaomiao, you have a good eye, and I'm optimistic about you for my husband." Zhu Song nodded, with color on his face.

Zhu Song's tail is turned up, it is obvious that he is covering Xu Miaojin, so he can't be painted as Xu Wanjun, right?How blind must the painter be?

"Isn't the painting too similar?" Xu Miaojin still couldn't believe it, "Xiangxiang, go and get the bronze mirror."

Xiangxiang, who just walked in from the outside, froze for a moment, seeing Xu Miaojin's anxious expression, turned around and ran out, and ran back in less than ten breaths, holding a shiny bronze mirror in her hand now.

Xu Miaojin copied the bronze mirror from Xiangxiang's hand, looked at her own reflection in the bronze mirror, and at the same time looked at the sketch on the table, comparing them constantly, as if looking for differences.

"Husband, you, your painting is not only very similar, but even your temperament is very similar!" Xu Wanjun showed admiration on her face, she shook her head slightly, and said: "If it is drawn by the concubine, it will definitely It can’t be so similar, so vivid!”

"Mr. Wan, what you said made my husband feel very at ease, but you don't have to belittle yourself."

Zhu Song turned to look at Xu Wanjun, and continued: "Actually, it's not that I painted too well for my husband. It's just that the beauty of artistic conception is different from ink painting, and it's more realistic. , they are all identical to the original characters, extremely similar."

"Then, can I learn this kind of painting skills?" Xu Miaojin's heart was moved, even Xu Wanjun and Song Minglin's pretty faces were flushed, and they looked at Zhu Song expectantly.

"What can I learn and can't learn?" Zhu Song nodded slightly to the three girls, "This is not a very clever painting technique. This kind of painting technique is called sketching. To put it bluntly, it is a simple Color lines, to express the painting method of things in the intuitive world. You see, this painting focuses on structure and form..."

I really didn't expect that Zhu Song still had the potential to be a good teacher. He started explaining sketches to Xu Miaojin's three daughters, it was endless, like chewing Xuan Mai chewing gum, and he couldn't stop at all.

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Such a leisurely life lasted until early summer, that is to say, Zhu Song and his family lived in Xinhan Palace outside Nanjing for more than five months.

For more than five months, the imperial court has been clearing up the 'Sakura Restoration Society' and the Japanese slaves in the 'Women Control Area', because of the front face of the 'Sakura Restoration Society', almost half of them died.

The small countries around the Ming Dynasty became jittery because of the large-scale massacre of Japanese slaves by the Ming Dynasty. There were even a few small countries who were afraid that the Ming Dynasty would send troops to attack them, so they offered surrender letters and tributes and became a province of the Ming Dynasty. , to keep their royal family safe.

As for Zhu Song's most leisurely time in the past few months, he took his children, went shopping, and even wandered around several prefectures and counties for a few days, and went fishing by the Qinhuai River.

It is worth mentioning that Zhu Song resented that the palace was built too big. It took a full two quarters of an hour to walk from the gate of the palace to the front hall. The hated His Royal Highness King Han worked continuously for six or seven days. After tinkering with the design of the bicycle, it was sent to the firearms battalion.

Those lunatics in the Firearms Battalion spent a month, and after hundreds of thousands of failures, Zhu Song built the bicycle, and he.mother.it was a variable speed bicycle.

This time, the life in Zhu Song's palace is very convenient, there are bicycles for transportation in and out, at least when there is something urgent in the palace, it can save a lot of time.

After Zhu Di heard about this, he personally came to Hanwang Mansion and tried riding a bicycle. After that, he got stuck in it and ordered the Firearms Battalion to manufacture a hundred bicycles. In addition, some civil and military ministers were also rewarded.

In this way, bicycles also began to slowly appear in the market.

Those merchants in Ming Dynasty are very smart, plus Zhu Song built a bicycle factory and sold it directly to the public, and under the improvement of the lunatics in the firearms camp, the cost of bicycles has dropped continuously. The cost of Zhu Song's bicycle is only a few taels of silver, but he sells it for 100 taels of silver.

It sounds a little expensive, but Ming Dynasty has never lacked rich people. Although this kind of ordinary car is not as good as those nobles' variable-speed bicycles, it can also make those rich merchants or small nobles feel a sense of detachment from ordinary people. Isn't our sense of superiority?

In addition, compared with horses, bicycles are not as fast as horses, but they are easier to operate and more convenient than riding horses. The current price is much lower than those of purebred horses, so in the last half month, From princes and aristocrats, down to well-to-do merchants and common people's families, they all rode bicycles.

Zhu Song believes that in another year or even half a year, bicycles will be prevalent throughout Daming, and a small change in transportation will be completed by then.