Chapter 778: Political achievements

A small painting stall was surrounded by many people, all of whom were very interested and impatient, and urged, "If you want to compare, just compare and draw pictures of ladies."

When Zhuang Zhen heard Chen Ao’s name as Chen Ji, he thought that Chen Ao’s Ji was the lucky one, and then smiled and said, “Brother Chen Ji, please.” After that, he looked at Zhao Ji again and said, “Brother Zhao Ao also asked.”

There are many paintings of Zhuangzhen on the painting stall, so Zhuangzhen does not need to write. In Shen Ao and Zhao Ji's mind, the real opponent of the two is just the other party, and they do not take Zhuangzhen seriously.

It’s okay that Chen Ao, Zhao Ji’s face had a little flush. His paintings were good, but he never started writing in public. As a top painter, he naturally wanted to be recognized by everyone. Usually, the ministers praised Zhao Ji’s paintings, but Zhao Ji always thought that there was a bit of flattery in their words. This evaluation was of course greatly reduced. Now he was hiding his identity and was wandering in this street market with mixed fish and dragons. How was his paintings finally there was an opportunity for people to appreciate them.

Zhao Ji took a deep breath and said, "Who has the book case? Let's put another one."

Not long after, the nearby painting stall owner immediately asked someone to carry the book case, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready-made. Chen Ao and Zhao Ji both put on ink and started writing.

People began to hold their breath. Anyone who was willing to show off their skills in this painting workshop always had some proud capital, so everyone was full of expectations.

Zhao Ji took the lead in writing, which attracted countless hot eyes. When the first point of ink was on, many experts could no longer help but applaud. It should be noted that whether it is running script or painting, starting is the most important thing. If the initial layout affects the later painting, then the starting line can roughly affect the advantages and disadvantages of the layout.

Zhao Ji's pen tip began to turn, and he followed the trend and began to make arrangements. He started writing sometimes, and sometimes fell down, and his whole body entered the state of selflessness. All honor and disgrace were soaked behind his head, making people linger, and many people praised him.

After the painting was halfway through, everyone suddenly realized that this was a picture of a noble lady dressed up and traveling. The tour was extremely gorgeous. Three female members rode the horses behind the hall. Two riders in the middle were charming women in costumes. One of them looked a little plump, with a smile on his face, and all kinds of charm. The other one had a bone-cutting shoulder, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, slightly cold. Although the thin noble lady was cold, she thought she was like this in nature, but her eyes were clearly lively and pleasant.

If a plump woman is romantic in nature, what is really exquisite is the expression shown by a thin lady. When the Song Dynasty was established, women gradually regard grace as beauty. The so-called joy and anger are not reflected in their colors. This is a constraint on a gentleman, but isn’t it a constraint on a woman? Although it is a trip, the thin lady still shows that kind of aloofness, which is to deliberately reveal her own thoughts and restrain herself. However, the pleasant luster revealed by her eyes makes the whole painting extremely vivid.

When Zhao Ji gave the thin lady a glimpse of praise, the people who were watching it might not be able to make good paintings, but they still have a lot of eyesight. The most important thing about painting is the spirit. Only this point will bring out the charm, which is quite the finishing touch. Moreover, Zhao Ji's brushwork is exquisite, with rich and elegant lines, exquisite and not rigid, and the composition is staggered and sparse and natural. The most wonderful thing is that the layout background is also extremely exquisite. Only with a wet brush, some spots of grass green not only highlight the spring, but also makes the whole artistic conception fresh and ethereal. The charming expression of the plump and beautiful woman, coupled with the colorful and elegant clothing, deliberately suppresses joy with the thin lady, and the indifferent expressions complement each other, the whole painting is more tense.

Because the painting did not need to be painted, it was completed in one go. In just one hour, Zhao Ji had stopped writing. Hearing the cheers of countless people around him, he was refreshed and full of heart. At this time, many wealthy people wearing round neck robes came out and said, "Zhao Xianggong is good at paintings, I am willing to bid 500 guan."

Five hundred guan... Ordinary painters only paint for five hundred guises. Even the work of a famous artist may not be able to offer this price. It is enough to show that many people have seen the goods. Some people even speculate that this person's paintings are so exquisite that only a few people in the world compete with him. Who is this person?

Another said: "Eight hundred stakes, I want them."

Zhao Ji just smiled faintly and didn't reply. Of course, this painting was not sold, but these merchants were willing to bid in this way, which made him feel even more satisfied. As for the owner of the painting stall in Zhuang Town, he looked ashamed and said in shame: "My husband is a talented man, Zhuang's classmate shows off his awesomeness and laughs."

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "It's okay." He was worried about Chen Ao, so he carried his hands toward Chen Ao's desk.

Zhao Ji was the first to paint, so he almost attracted everyone's attention. In addition, he used his pen to ease his pen, so the people who were watching were reluctant to blink their eyes, so how could they move to Chen Ao? So when Zhao Ji went to Chen Ao's desk, the people who were watching turned their eyes to Chen Ao again.

In fact, with so many people, Zhao Ziheng is the only one who really pays attention to Chen Ao's paintings. Zhao Ziheng is obviously more confident in Chen Ao. She stood aside and watched with no movement, and her calves were sore and numb.

Everyone's eyes were attracted, and Chen Ao's paintings were almost over. They were paintings of workshop weaving yarns. Usually, most of the pictures of ladies were traveling on noble ladies, but Chen Ao made another way to paint the scenes of the woman's work. This was also a breakthrough. Zhao Ji was interesting to see and couldn't help but say, "Why are you taking this material?" But soon, he stopped talking.

Silk weaving workshops have developed to the extreme in Quanzhou. There are hundreds of single silk workshops in Quanzhou, not to mention those small-scale family-style workshops. Therefore, for Quanzhou people, making silk is a familiar thing, because silk making requires careful thoughts and men are careless, so most of the silk workshops are mainly female workers, which can also be regarded as giving many women the opportunity to work.

Although Quanzhou is open and female workers come out to do a lot of work, there is still a difference between men and women. For example, this silk shop is not allowed to enter, and even the owner can only inspect goods in the outer hall. The workshop is just a high-end silk worker, supervisor, or ordinary female workers, all of them are women. Therefore, in the arrogant writing, the graceful women immediately make people's eyes shine and paint a unique scene.

Everyone savored it carefully. It was fine at first, but then, there was finally an uproar. There were many characters in Chen Ao's paintings, but each character was very interesting in the description of small details. The woman's expression of concentration and concentration was appropriately expressed in a calm and gentle state of mind. When she was pulling the training, the woman's body leaned forward slightly. The slightly forceful and gritted her teeth were sensational. Another woman stood leaning against the railing and rolled up her sleeves with her left hand. She seemed to be tired and sweating slightly, and she was like she had to go to the textile machine to draw silk after resting. The girl who burned the fire turned her head and covered her face with her sleeves. These scenes, combined together, have a rich atmosphere of life and interest.

What's more, Chen Ao's brushwork is thin, vigorous and round, and both rigid and soft. Although the whole painting lacks the charm, it takes more details from the previous Chen Ao style.

Although this painting is not as magnificent as Zhao Ji and has a profound artistic conception, if you savor it carefully, it is unique and lively.

Those who want to stand up and judge are in a dilemma at this time. Chen Ao and Zhao Ji's styles are completely different. The paintings they paint are all to the extreme. In their opinion, at most ten people can have such writing skills in the world, and most of them are old masters. There are very few people like Chen Ao and Zhao Ji who do not look old because of their excellent maintenance.

Some people began to recall and thought to themselves that there are really two people in Quanzhou who can make this painting. Could it be from the Haizhengyamen?

"Long live my emperor, your Highness, your Highness, thousand years old..." Someone couldn't help but scream.

First, some people understood it, and then more people recovered and they also clamored.

Zhao Ji didn't expect that someone had seen through his identity, but instead smiled. The guards were a little nervous at this time and surrounded him. On the other hand, Chen Ao's side, because the guards he brought were all the palace vanguards, the palace vanguards only cared about guarding Zhao Ji, but he was alone. It was Zhao Ziheng who was beside him, holding his hand and whispered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Chen Ao said: "What am I afraid of?"

The long live, Qiansui immediately attracted more people. There were already many people here, and it was in chaos in an instant. Some people pushed forward without knowing what happened, some people knelt down and praised Long Live, and they were in chaos for a while. Chen Ao and Zhao Ji were unable to move again, and were blocked by the crowd everywhere. At first, they felt excited, but gradually they felt that it was too noisy. I was afraid I would not think about wandering around.

Zhao Ji finally calmed down and acted as if he was dominating the world, saying, "I am just talking about friends by painting today. You don't have to be too polite. You all get up and talk, don't be confused."

After hearing Zhao Ji's words, most of them were scholars. After all, they all thanked each other and stood up. A shopkeeper on the street ran out in person and said, "Your Majesty, there is chaos in the street market. Please go to the store first to rest."

Zhao Jihe nodded and entered the store under the escort of the guards. Chen Ao followed him in shame. Everyone sat in the store, but there were still crowds of people outside. Many people looked around, but they didn't dare to come in, for fear of rushing to the sage.

The shopkeeper poured tea for Zhao Ji and Shen Ao, and Zhao Ji smiled and said, "Is your business here good?"

The shopkeeper replied: "Your Majesty is very good. Although the villain is a businessman, he actually read books before. If it weren't for His Majesty's majesty, the villain wouldn't have been today." The gratitude on his face was not like a fake.

Speaking of Hai Zheng, Zhao Ji couldn't help but look at Chen Ao deeply, nodded and said, "I feel happy to see Quanzhou so lively."

A scholar outside said: "Your Majesty's maritime affairs are unprecedented in ancient times. When you look at Quanzhou, it is because of this kind of virtue. Today, people are at peace with their lives and everyone has no worries about food and clothing. Even in the prosperous era of Zhenguan, students may not be able to see the situation of Quanzhou."

Seeing that Zhao Ji was so close, these scholars didn't care much about speaking. When someone started to speak, the people outside spoke together. It is important to know that the scholars in Quanzhou were different from those in Bianjing. Only those who truly felt this change would not avoid this change like snakes and scorpions.

After hearing this, Zhao Ji smiled, took a sip of tea, and said, "I am just doing my best to do my best to be an emperor." At this time, he seemed a little humble, and thought to himself that today he truly understood the people's sentiments. Those Qingliu Associations criticized them everywhere, but I almost missed the attention and mistakenly thought that they were the right one.

Zhao Ji was in great enthusiasm today. He not only showed off his heart, but also heard so many sincere praises, and smiled and did not have any airs. He also wrote a running script to give it to the shop. On the Haizheng Yamen, he was shocked when he heard that Zhao Ji and Shen Ao were surrounded by the crowd. Wu Wencai and Ma Yinglong came to welcome him immediately, and finally squeezed out a way. Zhao Ji stood up reluctantly, waved to everyone with a smile, and the group went out of the painting workshop and returned to the Haizheng Yamen.

After falling from the carriage, Zhao Ziheng bulged his mouth. Although he had not found any original works today, at least two paintings of Chen Ao and Zhao Ji fell into her hands. Although she was a little regretful, she also received compensation and excitedly took the paintings to frame them.

Zhao Ji waved to Chen Ao, and said as he walked: "This maritime government is the national policy of my Song Dynasty. It must not be abandoned. In the future, if someone criticizes maritime government, I will never give up easily. You are my minister. Other matters can be abandoned, but if it involves maritime government, I must not give up halfway. If it delays the national policy, I will not give up easily."

When Zhao Ji realized that the maritime government had become his political achievements, his ideas immediately reversed. If Chen Ao was pushed to the maritime government by Chen Ao in the past, now, Zhao Ji has replaced it with a big stick, which is quite a bit too ten thousand years, and he is eager to seize the day.

Chen Ao said: "Your Majesty, the sea politician must continue to go deeper, and there is one more thing to do."

Zhao Ji said: "You said."

Chen Ao said, "Kill someone!" Seeing that Zhao Ji's face became a little bad, he immediately said, "Of course, I don't ask Your Majesty to do it. Of course, this kind of thing is done by the weak minister."
Chapter completed!