The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 510 Idiot (32)

It can make the task progress so much, Jiang Tang boldly guessed, maybe it is someone from the royal family, or maybe this poem will work, and Zhao Chao's paintings began to spread among the people.

It would be best if he could be well-known among the public, because Zhao Chao's paintings tend to be life-like, and if they are spread in this way, they should be able to form a school of their own, and maybe even become the founder of a certain school of painting.

Zhao Chao is now living in a pension mode. He goes out to collect pictures in the morning, let Jiang Tang accompany him to fly a kite and fish in the afternoon, and drag Jiang Tang to bed at night when it is not dark.

In this leisurely mode, the dependency value slowly rose to 92.

The task progress has not been moved since the last time it rose to 80, Jiang Tang encouraged Zhao Chao to draw more fragments of his life.

For example, walking the dog to tease the cat, or going to the countryside to depict the waves of wheat and blue waves, pedestrians resting, crying children, old farmers plowing, and... the laughing and cursing Jiang Tang.

For half a year, Zhao Chao was extremely prolific, and countless people came here just to ask for a painting at a high price.

Jiang Tang bought a courtyard outside the mansion for Zhao Chao, which was specially used to store Zhao Chao's casual writing.

Jiang Zhiqing thought of a name for the other courtyard and lived alone.

This is how Zhao Chao’s paintings give others the impression that they are leisurely and carefree, with profound artistry but not disturbed by the world. One can see his innocence with every stroke, thick and colorful, fresh and elegant, people can see from his paintings Here, feel the charm of it personally.

Freehand brushwork does not seek to be exactly the same, but to convey to them a positive artistic conception of life.

In winter, Zhao Chao rarely went out.

He was a little lazy, so he chose to drag Jiang Tang Wodong all day long.

Painting is still productive, but there is nothing else in the painting, only Jiang Tang's every move.

Countless vivid Jiang Tang hung all over the room of the two of them. One of them was Zhao Chao's favorite. Before Jiang Tang woke up, Zhao Chao secretly made a picture of Jiang Tang sleeping soundly, signed at: my wife.

The day before New Year's Day, Jiang Tang was teaching Zhao Chao to weave lanterns, when there was a noise outside the door.

After a while, Mrs. Zhao rushed to the backyard in a hurry.

"Xiao Tang, quickly take Xiao Chao to the front yard."

Zhao Chao looked at the half-made lantern in his hand with reluctance.

"Mom, I'm weaving lanterns."

"I'll get those things later! Someone is coming from the palace, come with me!"

Mrs. Zhao can't wait to pry open her son's stupid brain.

As soon as Jiang Tang heard the word "imperial palace", he had a guess in his heart.

"We'll do it when we come back. Let's go to the front yard with my mother to have a look."

"Oh, okay."

Zhao Chao listened to Jiang Tang's words, and Mrs. Zhao, a mother, didn't know whether to be happy or cry when she saw this scene.

When the three of them arrived at the front yard, a white-faced and beardless man sat on the main seat in the middle of the lobby. Although he was dressed in casual clothes, everyone present except Zhao Chao could tell that he was a father-in-law.

The father-in-law is someone who can only be found in the palace, why did the palace send people to Zhao's house, Jiang Tang thought of it without asking.

Master Zhao was sitting beside him drinking tea, when Zhao Chao appeared, he waved quickly.

"Lord Wang, this is the little boy Zhao Chao."

Mrs. Zhao poked Zhao Chao's waist, saluted and said: "The woman has met Mr. Wang."

Zhao Chao was still in a daze, Jiang Tang had no choice but to salute, and Zhao Chao belatedly bowed.

These etiquettes are taught by Mr. Zhao on weekdays, but they have not been used much for so many years, how can Zhao Chao remember the salute.

(End of this chapter)