"Brother Mingzhe, look at this painting!"

He handed over the painting.

Brother Mingzhe took it and was puzzled: Although this companion around him is not a master of calligraphy and painting, he is also a person with a certain reputation in the painting world. It is not easy to make him applaud.

When Zhou Mingzhe picked up the painting, he only took a look and his eyes lit up.

This is a fine-cut image: the scorching sun is scorching, and above the fields below, an old farmer is holding a hoe and hunching.

Let’s not talk about the artistic conception and charm, just the brushstrokes, characters, and the scenery around them are depicted vividly and vividly.

This is definitely a masterpiece. Although it cannot meet the level of famous paintings, there is no problem in selling it in a calligraphy and painting shop on Hanmo Street.

Zhou Mingzhe looked at the inscriptions and poems again. After reading them, he couldn't help but slapped: "Brother Banshan, this poem is the best."

"oh……"

Shi Banshan came over sideways. He was just looking at the paintings, but not the poems. Now he reads, chanting word by word: "At noon, the sun is hoeing the wheat, and sweat drips into the soil; who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard!"

He paused and sighed, "Good sentence, this child must leave the poor family."

This poem is simple, simple, easy to understand, but also catchy. It has its own poetry, which expresses the principles of the suffering of farming to the fullest.

The two masters looked at each other and immediately came to a conclusion: the leader in the morning's calligraphy and painting talent competition was the leader.

...

A representative of the community, whether he handed over the work or not, was waiting in the shed for the results to be announced and could not leave, but he could walk and talk to each other.

Wang Fu walked over and said, "I'm not proud, I see you painting."

Chen Tang smiled and said, "I was itchy and bored, so I drew one."

Wang Fu nodded, disregarded his concern, and lowered his voice: "Bao Qian, have you had dinner in the morning?"

Chen Tang replied: "I ate a cake."

Wang Fu immediately said, "How can you have breakfast?"

Chen Tang was stunned.

Wang Fu said, "You should keep your stomach. After a while, the results will be announced. There will be tables in the square to eat. Each table, at least eight bowls of dishes, including fish, meat, cattle, sheep, chicken and duck, so rich. So, you should be the same as last year. Not only do you not eat breakfast, but you can't even eat dinner the day before. In this way, you can eat more later."

Chen Tang's face was dull when he heard this. Looking back, he really did this last year.

He asked, "Brother Qingyang, if you say so, aren't you hungry for two meals?"

Wang Fu looked proud: "It's more than two meals. At noon yesterday, I didn't eat anything, so I drank a bowl of porridge and water."

Chen Tang gave a thumbs up: "High, so high!"

Apart from that, there is nothing to say.

At this time, the man with red scarf stepped onto the square, raised a piece of red paper in his hand, and whispered loudly: "Dear scholars, the results of the morning calligraphy and painting competition have come out, the leader..."

He deliberately paused and beat the gong again: "It was Chen Tang and Chen Xiucai from Chenjia Village."

As soon as these words were said, an uproar was suddenly heard around, and eyes swept towards the location of the shed in Chenjia Village.

Many people don’t even know anyone Chen Tang is.

"The second place is Song Yunshan in Songjia Village...the third place..."

"Next, please come out and receive the first prize money."

Immediately, a famous maid came to the square with a wooden plate. There were three red envelopes on the wooden plate, one big and two small, with lottery rewards.

The person responsible for the reward was Mr. Hu.

"You, have you won the leader?"

In the shed, Wang Fu's eyes widened and looked at Chen Tang in disbelief.

Chen Tang said: "I was in the college and learned painting from people for a while."

Wang Fu almost cried out: "You go to the college and don't read the scriptures, go to learn painting?"

Chen Tang smiled and said, "It's not formal, it's like learning secretly."

As he said that, he walked out and came to the square.

Countless eyes fell on him, with scrutiny, questioning, and doubt.

In just a short while, the name "Chen Tang" spread. Some people remembered that Chen Tang had worked as a tutor in Hujiazhuang. Could it be that he won the leader because of this relationship.

Standing in the square, Chen Tang's handsome appearance and figure really caused a lot of hatred. For a moment, there was a lot of criticism and uproar.

"quiet!"

The man with red scarf beat the gong: "After the Sanjia calligraphy and paintings are mounted, they will be hung on the venue for exhibition. If there is any problem, you will know at a glance."

Hearing this, the doubts all over the place subsided.

"Thank you Mr. Hu."

After receiving the big red envelope, Chen Tang smiled.

The two got along close together, but he still couldn't see any problems with each other. There was nothing surprising about it except a rich man who was well maintained.

Mr. Hu naturally remembered him and said with a smile: "Chen Xiucai, if you don't make a sound, you will make a splash. I just saw your paintings, which are really good. I didn't expect that in addition to writing articles, you are also quite accomplished in calligraphy and painting."

Chen Tang said: "Mr. Hu has won the award for graffiti works."

The two of them said and answered each other. Song Yunshan, who was standing next to him, was in a bad mood throughout the whole process. He thought that the leader this year would be his, but he didn't know that Chen Tang came out halfway. Previously, Song Yunshan was praised by many companions and friends in the shed, but now it seems that he is dull and very embarrassed.

After receiving the lottery reward, some people cleaned up the venue and soon, they set up a pair of chairs and tables in the square.

This is a luncheon.

Many students were waiting for this moment and sat down one after another.

Chen Tang and Wang Fu were at the same table, and Wang Fu still stared at Chen Tang with his eyes, as if he had known him for the first time.

With such persistent eyes, it was not until the maid served the first dish that she moved from Chen Tang's face to the dish.

The chicken was chopped into pieces, and the plate was piled up, and the chicken skin was shiny.

There was no need for any greetings or polite words. After preparing for a long time, the hungry chopsticks had already reached over very flexibly.

The dishes were served very quickly, and the students ate very quickly. Except for a few people, they almost all ate voraciously.

These days, there are too many poor scholars.

"Brother Qingyang, hurry up, don't choke..."

Chen Tang was quite worried when he saw Wang Fu's swallowing speed.

But Wang Fu didn't care about him and couldn't reply because he was filled with flesh and could not speak.

This wind blew the clouds and even the soup was wiped out.

Except for the gentry, the scholars' dining tables are almost the same, so I am not afraid of anyone making any jokes.

After lunch, all the people returned to the shed, and were very comfortable. After doing some trivial things, they could also take the time to rest for a while, because half an hour later, the highlight of the literary meeting, the Sutra Competition will be held.

Compared with the talent of calligraphy and painting, the classics and articles are the basic skills of students here, and it is impossible to submit a blank paper. In theory, anyone has the opportunity to win awards. After all, there are many variables to perform on the spot, and there is no guarantee of winning.

If the talent of calligraphy and painting in the morning can lead to Chen Tang, the dark horse, then the afternoon's classics exam will not become a dark horse, and will it make a big splash?
Chapter completed!