I am bound by the sect

Chapter 7 Down the Mountain, Old Painter, Mysterious Beads!

After pondering for a while, Fang Ming decided to replace all the beds and wardrobes in the house with brand new ones of excellent quality.

If they want to solve the quality problems of these beds and wardrobes, they can only be replaced. If they are repaired, they will not solve the real problems at all. Besides, the mission prompt did not say that they should not be replaced.

He is not a carpenter. Even if he finds high-quality wood, it cannot be made into beds and wardrobes. Therefore, he wants to find some carpenters and bring Qingling Sect to complete the task of upgrading the dormitory.

Near the Qingling Mountains, there are more than a dozen villages and a town. When Fang Ming was working as a handyman, he often purchased items in the nearby villages or towns, so he is still very familiar with these villages and towns. Zhangpo Village, It's just a small village with a population of less than two hundred.

Early the next morning, Fang Ming left Qingling Mountains and came to Zhangpo Village. In the village, he met Lao Zhang, who was the owner of a grocery store. In the past, Fang Ming often went down the mountain to visit Lao Zhang's shop. Lao Zhang will sell some sundries to Fang Ming at a preferential price.

"Isn't this Brother Fang? I haven't seen you for a long time. You look much better now. You are taller and look more energetic. If I don't look carefully, I won't recognize you." Lao Zhang I met Fang Ming on the road, but the Fang Ming in front of me had changed a lot from before. Old Zhang smiled with surprise on his face.

"So it's Lao Zhang. In fact, I haven't changed much. Maybe I haven't been too busy recently. I've been recuperating for too long, so my appearance may have changed. By the way, what are you doing here?" Fang Ming recognized Lao Zhang, Greeted with a smile.

"What else can I do, of course, go to my shop and start a day's business. You know, I'm busy all day, and I can't make much money. If you're okay, come to my shop, I'm new A batch of good tea, let's taste it together." Lao Zhang laughed.

"Thank you for your kindness. I have something urgent to do now. I will visit you when I have time. By the way, do you know where Zhang Bench's home is?" Fang Ming said with his hands clasped. Knowing that the Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty has disbanded.

"The bench is at the east end of the village. The courtyard with a very low wall is his home. You can find him there." Old Zhang pointed to the east, and Fang Ming said.

After Fang Ming asked Zhang Bench where he lived, he chatted with Lao Zhang for a while, and then the two said goodbye.

Along the only east-west road in the village, Fang Ming walked towards the east end of the village. While walking on the road, he saw an old man sitting in front of the door. There was an easel in front of the old man. Paint buckets, and paint pens are also placed in the paint buckets.

The old man is holding a drawing brush, dipped in ink from time to time, and draws on a piece of rough white silk cloth on the easel. After he has finished drawing the general frame with the drawing brush, he will use the paint pen to paint the picture. color.

In front of the big man's door, there are all kinds of silk paintings that have been painted, but these silk paintings have been fixed with glue and alum to prevent fading and fading. Although the silk cloth is rough, the color on the paintings Things are lifelike, not lifelike, which is enough to witness the superb painting level of this old man.

There is a difference between lifelike and lifelike, but the difference is thousands of miles.

The old man is a famous person nearby, named Zhang Yaozong, who used to be an official in the capital of Daqi. He liked painting all his life, and he became an official after he reached a certain age. In the carefree painting life, I don’t talk much at ordinary times, I just immerse myself in painting.

Of course, the people in the village are rough people, and they don't care too much about Zhang Yaozong's paintings at all, but this is also good, Zhang Yaozong can paint more quietly.

Fang Ming didn't disturb Zhang Yaozong's painting, but just waited quietly. To him, Zhang Yaozong was a master painter. It's really not polite to disturb a master.

After half an hour, Zhang Yaozong finished drawing the big frame of a painting, put down the outline brush, looked up at Fang Ming with deep eyes, and asked, "Young student, what do you do?"

"Master is brilliant, this junior is indeed busy." Fang Ming clasped his fists respectfully.

"I can't be called a master. Tell me. I'll continue painting after I finish." Zhang Yaozong said lightly. The reason why he could see that Fang Ming was looking for him was because he saw that Fang Ming was just waiting quietly, not Watching him draw carefully.

"Senior, can you sell your painting of Qingling Mountain to the younger generation, but the younger generation doesn't have any money with you at the moment, can the senior put away the painting first, and the younger generation will go to pick up the silver taels, and pay the silver to buy it when you come back. Okay?" Fang Ming pointed to one of the many paintings, which was a silk painting of Qingling Mountain, and said respectfully, he really has no money on him, but he has spirit stones, so he can go to Luliu Town and use spirit stones Exchange some silver taels, and then buy this painting.

Zhang Yaozong looked at Fang Ming, did not speak, got up and slowly put away the painting of Qingling Mountain, handed it to Fang Ming, and said: "Young students, you can take it if you like it, just forget about money, old people are not short of money." .”

Fang Ming didn't expect Zhang Yaozong to be so generous. Also, Zhang Yaozong used to be an official, and he must have a pension after he became an official. Besides, Zhang Yaozong's painting tools don't have enough money, but they can't be bought.

"Thank you senior for your generous gift. This junior will treasure this painting well." Fang Ming took the painting gratefully and said respectfully.

Zhang Yaozong nodded, without speaking, he went back to sit down, picked up the paint pen, and started to color his own painting.

Fang Ming put away the painting, saw that Zhang Yaozong didn't want to be disturbed, cupped his hands at him, and then slowly backed away.

The reason why he bought this painting was precisely because it was so good. He also wanted to find a tailor to sew the clothes of the Qing Lingzong's head, elders, inner disciples, outer disciples, and handymen. Above all, of course there must be a symbol belonging to the Qing Lingzong. This painting of Qingling Mountain could not be better as a symbol of the Qing Lingzong.

Soon, he found Zhang Bench's house, and Fang Ming was about to go up to knock on the door. Since Zhang Bench's house had a relatively low courtyard wall, he saw a middle-aged man walking out of the house with a burden on his back, and pushed him away. The gate of the courtyard looks like it is about to go out.

Fang Ming immediately stepped forward, stopped the middle-aged man, cupped his hands and asked, "Excuse me, are you a bench?"

"I'm a bench, do we know each other?" Zhang bench looked Fang Ming up and down, and asked.

"Xia Xia Ming, I heard that you have a bead in your hand, can you sell it to me, but I don't have any money with you for the time being, can you put the bead away first, and then buy it when I get the money?" Fang Ming went straight to the topic and said.

(End of this chapter)