How did I become an old artist?

Chapter 170 An unexpected visitor, someone from Deyun?
Zhao Chen's life gradually became busy.

He loves the traditional bows he makes.

Huaxia has associations and related forums for fans of traditional bows.

Someone asked the master of the traditional bow, Zhao Chen's top-quality ebony bow, from the material to the appearance, is worth more than several million.

Some even say it is the best traditional bow ever made with modern craftsmanship.

Looking at all the modern traditional bows in Huaxia, this bow can definitely be ranked in the top five.

For bow and arrow lovers, such a superb bow is simply rare.

Fans of traditional bows did not expect Zhao Chen's bows to be so valuable.

For master-level players, the treasure in their hands is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

These days, Zhao Chen is dealing with the Palace Museum's invitation to become an honorary advisor.

This matter was discussed by the superiors in the Palace Museum, and the decision was unanimously adopted.

Now Zhao Chen is almost a walking national treasure artist, and he is still so young.

Moreover, judging from what they learned, Zhao Chen's character is also very good.

Signing a contract with such a person to become an honorary consultant of the Palace Museum is a good thing for the museum.

Honorary consultants mainly involve attending some cultural activities, helping the Palace Museum to identify and repair cultural relics, etc.

Zhao Chen is naturally willing to participate in these tasks.

After all, China's top treasures are collected here, and some national treasures are rarely displayed.

If you become an honorary consultant, it will be more convenient to look at cultural relics in the future.

Zhao Chen is also a collector, but he didn't have much money and couldn't afford good things.

Now with the stable income of the noble concubine Hexiang, plus the income from Chengxintang paper and porcelain, his family fortune is gradually getting richer.

Therefore, Zhao Chen also wanted to use the money to buy some good collections.

In the yard, the little fox's belly is getting bigger and bigger.

It takes only two months for a fox to conceive to give birth.

Zhao Chen plans to accompany Juice to pass the due date in these two months.

Can help in case there is anything else.

During this period of time, he was very concerned about the situation of the juice every day. Juice and Coke felt Zhao Chen's kindness, and they always yelled and acted cute, looking very cute.

Jar is a big warm dog, and he often runs over to ask about his health.

The family is happy and happy, watching the scene where the puppy and the fox live in harmony makes people feel very warm.

As for the cat and the goose, the former behaves in its own way and looks lawless, while the latter is simply stupid.

Some netizens suggested that Zhao Chen cook a big goose stew in an iron pot.

Zhao Chen just replied, "I've been raising them for a long time, and I've developed feelings for them. These two big geese must not be eaten, so let's keep them as mascots."

In the evening of this day, Zhao Chen turned off the live broadcast, planning to cook a delicious meal for the little ones.

Just then, there was a knock on the door:

"Boom!"

Zhao Chen's home is often visited by people, and most of them are not low in status, so Zhao Chen usually asks politely about the purpose of coming and then issues an order to evict the guests.

Zhao Chen opened the door, and the person who came was a man wearing a mask and a one-piece cap, with strange eyes.

Seeing Zhao Chen appear, he immediately took off his hat and mask, his eyes widened a little, and he said with a smile on his face: "Master, I have found you."

Seeing this person's face, Zhao Chen was slightly taken aback.

He knows this man.

Because Zhao Chen likes traditional things, he naturally also likes to listen to cross talk. He prefers to listen to traditional cross talk from Deyun Club, which is the cross talk told by Lao Guo, Yu Zhi, and Gao Feng.

The person who came was none other than a crosstalk actor from Deyun Club, named Meng Hetang.

"Meng Hetang?" Zhao Chen didn't expect that a cross talk actor would come looking for him.

Meng Hetang has double blossomed in the field of cross talk and entertainment, and is very popular.

"Master Zhao, hello, this is the Dahongpao tea that I specially entrusted from Wuyi Mountain. It is a pure handmade tea, and it is very good." Meng Hetang walked into the courtyard familiarly while talking.

Zhao Chen thought it was very interesting, so he also followed.

"Why do you want to come to my place? What's the matter?" Zhao Chen had heard Meng Hetang's cross talk, so he recognized him very much, so he asked.

Meng Hetang looked at Zhao Chen, and directly explained the purpose of coming: "Master, that's right, I'm really sorry to interrupt rashly."

"Recently I went to see my master, and I heard from my teacher's wife that my master misses the ancient Chengxintang paper made by a master."

"My master has no other hobbies. He just likes to lock himself in his study and write and draw."

"No, my master's birthday is coming up, so I just wanted to send him some papers of enlightenment."

Hearing Meng Hetang's words, Zhao Chen raised his eyebrows, "Master Ni's birthday is in January, it's almost May now."

Meng Hetang didn't expect this sentence to be ruthlessly dismantled, so he was not embarrassed, and said with a smile: "It's all the same, my master celebrates his birthday happily every day."

"However, master, I came to Hangzhou to perform this time, and I happened to know that you are here, so I came here to pay a special visit."

"I really want to buy a Chengxintang paper, it doesn't matter if the price is several times higher than the museum."

"As long as you can buy paper."

Lao Guo is a man who has experienced ups and downs in his life. He has seen all the vicissitudes of the world. It is difficult to judge whether it is good or bad. Some of his apprentices turned against each other, and there are many good apprentices who are very filial.

In the capital, Meng Hetang knew that Lao Guo was obsessed with the paper of Chengxintang, and it was hard to find another paper, so he came here to visit Zhao Chen.

After all, it is the best rice paper in China collected by the Palace Museum and major provincial museums, and it is exactly the same as the best rice paper of the Song Dynasty.

Those who love writing and painting, who wouldn't want to buy a masterpiece to write themselves on?

For people like Lao Guo who don't have much entertainment hobbies, and who don't like eating, drinking and having fun like Yu Zhuan, who just like to write, paper is even more attractive.

Zhao Chen left ten sheets of Chengxintang paper for himself for his own painting and writing, three of which were more than ten meters long, and were left for painting green and green landscape paintings.

The rest were sold to museums.

In the past, many people approached him to buy paper, but he rejected them all.

However, Zhao Chen has heard a lot of cross talk from Lao Guo at least, and it is admirable that Lao Guo can carry forward the cross talk to what it is today.

In the small cross talk theater, what people watch is the corner.It takes horns to feed a theater.

Lao Guo knows this well.

"I originally planned to make another batch of Chengxintang paper. Indeed, many people approached me to talk about it."

"If you wait, a batch can be produced in two months."

"However, I really like Lao Guo's cross talk."

"But I don't have much Chengxintang paper on hand."

Zhao Chen replied.

"It's okay, master, as long as you can buy one."

"At least my master's wish has been fulfilled."

Meng Hetang raised his eyebrows, and immediately said excitedly.

Zhao Chen thought about it, perhaps it was because they were also engaged in traditional industries, and Zhao Chen preferred to deal with these people.

"Okay, then I'll get you two. Anyway, I'm going to remake it soon, and I still have extra."

Zhao Chen replied.

"Master Zhao, thank you very much." Meng Hetang's face was full of excitement, "The price of the museum is 10 pieces, and you have forgotten one of my worries."

Meng Hetang came here specially to ask for the Chengxintang paper after he knew that his master, Old Guo, was obsessed with it. He didn't have much hope at first, but now that Zhao Chen agreed, he was naturally overjoyed.

He also knew that this should be his master's face.

There are still many people who like to listen to Lao Guo's cross talk.

Zhao Chen went back to the house and took out two Chengxintang papers that had already been mounted.These two pieces of paper are both rolled into picture scrolls and are very beautifully decorated.

Meng Hetang took the scroll carefully, his eyes widened a little.

This is the best rice paper that is hard to find in museums!
"Master Zhao, thank you very much. I always hear Uncle Qian'er talking about you. Uncle Qian'er likes your cloisonne incense burner very much."

"When I go back this time, I know that Master also wants to buy some Chengxintang paper from you."

"You are really good, great artist."

Meng Hetang smiled and complimented.

"It's just a hobby of craftsmanship, but it just happened to restore the ancient method." Zhao Chen replied indifferently, but he didn't feel much about it.

Meng Hetang looked at Zhao Chen's small courtyard. The scenery here is elegant and unique. There are pottery clay and porcelain blanks placed in the open workshop next to it. The whole courtyard exudes a simple but luxurious atmosphere.

Meng Hetang had a high opinion of Zhao Chen in his heart.

This is a true master of art!

"Unexpectedly, Uncle Qian'er also knows me. I will go to Kyoto in a while, and I want to visit his horse farm."

"I heard that there are many good horses in his racecourse."

Zhao Chen said something.

Hearing Zhao Chen's words, Meng Hetang raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay!"

"Uncle Qian'er is a hospitable person. He especially likes to drag people to eat meat and drink at the racecourse. If you want to go to him, you are welcome." Meng Hetang said directly.

Zhao Chen waved his hand and said, "I'll talk about it later."

Meng Hetang was very excited after getting the paper, and seemed eager to go back and give it to his master.

So the two chatted for a while, and Meng Hetang left the village.

"It would be very interesting if the small theater could hear the crosstalk between Lao Guo and Yu Zhi. But it is almost impossible."

"Go to Kyoto in a while and visit some friends."

Zhao Chen thought to himself.

One day later, Kyoto city.

Meng Hetang took two rolls of paper and came to Lao Guo's house excitedly.

Seeing Meng Hetang coming, Wang Hui, the teacher's wife, greeted immediately: "Why are you here today? What's the matter?"

Meng Hetang replied with a smile: "I just went to participate in the activities in Hangzhou and brought a gift to Master."

"Your master is in the study, you can just knock on the door and go up."

"it is good."

Meng Hetang came to the study on the second floor and knocked lightly on the door.

Lao Guo let him in, and Meng Hetang walked into the study.

At this moment, Lao Guo has already set up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and is writing something with a big pen.

Next to it lay a lot of paper after writing.

"Master, I just came back from Hangzhou and brought you a gift." Meng Hetang said with a smile.

"What gift?" Old Guo could hear Meng Hetang's tone of excitement. According to his understanding of his apprentice, Meng Hetang was not thoughtful, and his expressions were full of joy and anger. It seemed that he had brought something good.

Meng Hetang held two scrolls in his hand.

"Is it a painting?" Lao Guo asked directly.

"No, it's Song Fang Chengxintang Paper made by Master Zhao Chen. I went to ask him for it myself." Meng Hetang immediately replied.

"Chengxintang paper, Master Zhao made it?" Lao Guo immediately put down his brush, his eyes widened a little.

He had been thinking about this kind of paper for a long time, but he asked someone to ask and only knew that Zhao Chen had already sold it out.

Unexpectedly still in stock.

Lao Guo took the paper roll, put a piece of paper on the table and spread it out carefully.

He gently stroked the texture of Chengxintang paper.

He who is serious in private, his face is full of joy at this moment.

This is the charm of art.

Meng Hetang, who was on the side, also laughed when he saw that Lao Guo liked it.

(End of this chapter)