Zhu Ping'an cautiously and regarded it as a treasure, holding a stack of picture scrolls, walking on the way back, as if holding a stack of gold bars, not only did his eyes twinkle with gold stars, but he seemed to be happy even when he walked.

"Childe, isn't it just a few of the fat man's pen exercises, how do you feel that you are a baby, Childe's calligraphy and painting are not a hundred times better than him." Liu Dadao was very puzzled by this, and said suspiciously.

"That's baby." Zhu Ping'an smiled meaningfully, then took a scroll of calligraphy and paintings from it and handed it to Liu Dadao, "Dadao, give, this is yours." ”

Liu Dadao waved his hand and rejected Zhu Ping'an's kindness, he was very disgusted with the fat man's paintings, "Son, I don't rarely see the sloppy paintings of the fat man, I will panic when I take this painting back to the toilet." ”

Wipe your ass?!

You're wiping your ass with this painting?! You're a luxury! A hundred times more luxurious than the gold toilet paper used by Arab tycoons!

But!

Liu Dadao is really capable of doing this kind of thing. Forget it, this calligraphy and painting is simply too violent for him.

Zhu Ping'an had no choice but to take the calligraphy and painting back.

"Childe, these two days have been big fish and meat, and I always feel that it is too cheap, that sloppy and shameless dead fat man......" Liu Dadao said.

Cheap?!

No!

These paintings, any one of them will be sold for tens of millions of dollars in later generations. The value of a painting is enough to invite a fat man to eat big fish and meat for a lifetime, let alone have eight paintings in his hand.

Therefore, not only did he not take advantage of the fat man, but on the contrary, he also took advantage of the fat man.

Of course, he couldn't tell Liu Dadao these words, and even if he told Liu Dadao, he wouldn't believe it.

Liu Dadao didn't know the value of painting, and even if he forcibly gave the painting to Liu Dadao, he wouldn't treasure it well. Liu Dadao is a rough man, and he is full of prejudices against fat people, this painting is in his hand, it is likely that he will be rubbed on the ass in a few days, even if he does not rub his buttocks, it is estimated that the end will not be much better, and it will not be kept at all.

Therefore, this painting is destined to have nothing to do with Liu Dadao, so it's still in his own hands, and then give Dadao other compensation. I will treasure these paintings, not only that, but also set up a family motto, strictly ordering future generations to carefully treasure these calligraphy and paintings.

These calligraphy and paintings are the precious wealth that they leave to the descendants of the family, and a random auction of a painting in the future is enough for the family to tide over a difficult time.

Well?!

Think about it this way, is it taking advantage of the opportunity to get a few more handfuls of wool from fat people?! This fat man is quite capable of losing his family, when he has money, he can lose all his money, he has no concept of saving at all, and when he has no money, he sells paintings for wine and paintings to live; In addition, he has an arrogant personality, behaves freely, dislikes the powerful, and the rich and noble people do not go to the banquet to ask him to paint, but the common people in the neighborhood give him a handful of vegetables, a fish, and a glass of wine, and he can exchange for his paintings, and the common people have difficulties in making a living, do not know the value of his paintings, do not cherish his paintings, and keep very little; Coupled with family reasons, not many of his works have been passed on to future generations. I picked up a few more handfuls of wool from him, which can be regarded as helping him pass on his works to future generations.

Of course, you can't catch a sheep, like Xu Jie, Wang Shizhen, Zhang Siwei, Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong, etc., if you have the opportunity, you have to take a few handfuls. Oh, by the way, Emperor Jiajing's holy decree and small notes must be treasured, and in the future, these wools, no, these calligraphy and paintings are worth a thousand gold.

That's a lot more cost-effective than any other investment!

At this moment, Xu Jie, Wang Shizhen, Zhang Siwei, Gao Gong and others, who were far away in the capital, sneezed inexplicably......

In the study in the middle of the night, Zhu Ping'an unfolded the eight paintings packed from the fat man on the desk, admiring it with relish. Two ink paintings of grapes, one of which is grapes after rain, with a few brushstrokes, depicting the divine consciousness of grape crystal raindrops; A picture of a crab, the lotus leaf is withering, the crab crawls, the crab painted is particularly interesting, it seems that the fat man's crab is not eaten for nothing, he loves to eat crabs, and the painting is also both physical and spiritual; Three bamboo chrysanthemum drawings and two banana stone drawings are both paintings with both form and spirit, and are full of creativity.

"Giggles, what kind of broken painting is this, it's worth sitting here and admiring it for half an hour."

When Zhu Ping'an was enjoying the paintings, the painter came with hot tea and snacks, put the hot tea and snacks aside, curiously glanced at the paintings that his uncle had admired for half an hour, and looked at the large and small inks on the paintings, and couldn't help but giggle with his small mouth.

"This is not a broken painting, this painting is a grape, the brush and ink are flying, hearty, not seeking its shape, but seeking its meaning."

Zhu Ping'an commented.

"I don't understand...... I think my uncle's graffiti is better than his drawing. The painting looked at Zhu Ping'an, with stars in his eyes.

I can do graffiti better than a fat man?! Zhu Ping'an listened to Hua'er's words, and his face turned red.

Which is better than the fat man's graffiti, and the fat man's graffiti with his feet is better than my hard work.

This has to be admitted. The fat man is talented in drawing, and as for himself, his handwriting is good, but forget about painting. Although I have modern experience, and I also use some Western painting skills, but I only understand a little, just the level of a beginner, and it may be okay to draw some small comics or something, but in terms of artistic value, it is completely incomparable with a master like Fatty.

"Giggles, I think he's stupid at reading, such a messy painting is actually regarded as a treasure by him."

The sarcastic voice of the demon girl Ruoo came from behind him.

Zhu Ping'an is now accustomed to the demon girl and the male god is ghostly, who makes the family work lightly and walks silently, and he is used to it when he is scared and scared.

In the incomprehensible gaze of the painting, in the mocking gaze of the demon girl Ruonan, Zhu Ping'an fully appreciated the tea time, and then reluctantly put away the eight paintings one by one and carefully treasured them.

"Hey, we don't even want your messy broken paintings, and you hide them so tightly......"

Seeing Zhu Ping'an's cautious strength, the demon girl Ruonan couldn't help but roll her eyes and pouted and sneered.

If you have eyes and don't know gold and jade, you're talking about it.

Zhu Ping'an turned his head and smiled at the demon girl Ruonan, and shrugged his shoulders, "Your broken painting, my treasure." ”

"It's still a treasure, painting, you should ask a good doctor to take a good look at your uncle's eyes and head, I think, he is either blind, or his head was kicked by a donkey......" The demon girl Ruonan heard this, rolled her eyes at Zhu Ping'an, and said to the painting in an exaggerated tone.

"Bah, what are you talking about, you're blind and your head is broken......"

When Hua'er heard the demon girl Ruonan say bad things about Zhu Ping'an, she immediately bit her lip and glared at the demon girl Ruonan hard.