Fragrance Returned

A fat old hen squatted on the grass chopper, with an egg hanging behind the old hen.

Chicken head, chicken neck, fat body, fan-like tail, moire-like wings, splayed eyebrows, round eyes, and small pointed mouth wide open, as if shouting "cluck da"...

Every part is painted in one stroke, not many strokes, exaggerated and special.

This is the simplest cartoon, but it is a "pioneering work" in this era.

The old lady saw it and laughed too.

Tao Weng asked, "Which picture do you think is better?"

The old lady said, "Of course Mu'er's painting is good. It's lifelike and lifelike. That's not what a hen looks like. Although the chicken painted by Xiangxiang looks similar, it's not exactly the same. How can a chicken look like that? Such."

Sun Yumu looked at Ding Xiang's painting and became happy. The painting was as childish and ridiculous as the little girl's.

Tao Weng shook his head and said, "That's wrong. Ten thousand people draw chickens, and ten thousand people draw them like this. Only Xiangxiang's chicken is unique, and there is no one in ten thousand. It paints the chicken's naivety vividly. Okay, Okay, okay!”

He raised his head and looked at Ding Xiang, his eyes full of surprise and appreciation, and gave a comment, "The aura is compelling."

The old lady insisted on her point of view, "I still think Mu'er's painting is good. It looks like."

Tao Weng said, "Landscapes are about the spirit, not the appearance of the paintings. The most important thing is to have their own characteristics. There are so many people who paint flowers and birds, why are Feng Daozi's paintings of flowers and birds the most popular? He is not the only one who paints flowers and birds that look like flowers and birds. But what makes him unique is that he is good at discovering characteristics that others cannot discover..."

Ding Xiang was extremely ashamed that a child's cartoon was praised so highly by Tao Weng.

Sun Yumu listened to Tao Weng's words, picked up Lilac's painting and looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "Grandpa is right, the chicken painted by the little girl is indeed unique. I lost."

Putting down the painting, he asked Ding Xiang, "What are your conditions?"

There was a slight blush on Ding Xiang's face, and she whispered, "My eldest brother's ideal is to take the martial arts examination. If he has any questions, please ask Brother Sun. Please tell him and be patient."

She always wanted her eldest brother to get in touch with Sun and Mudo. Those who are close to vermillion are red, those who are close to ink are black. If Sun and Mu Ruo can go all the way, they can also lead their elder brother all the way.

Zhu Zhan and Qin Zhen are both very good, but they will not take the path of martial arts. Sun Yuhao took the martial arts exam, but he was not in the army. Qian Fei is both a martial artist and a soldier, but he is far behind Sun Yumu...

Sun Yumu said, "I'm willing to admit defeat. I promise you."

Tao Weng looked at Ding Xiang with bright eyes.

Before, I only thought that the little baby was smart, but after all, she was a girl, so she just wanted to give her some random advice. But this little kid is extremely talented. Not only does he have a superb memory, but he also has a great talent for painting. This cannot be buried.

To train well, you must formally recognize your teacher.

He said, "Go back and tell your elders that I want to accept you as a disciple to teach painting."

The old lady was surprised and said, "The old man wants Xiangxiang to be his disciple?"

The old man had only officially accepted two disciples before, one was Wu Bing and the other was Sihai. The former won the third prize, and the latter won the top prize.

Tao Weng stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I put it here, this young disciple will be my most proud disciple."

This lottery hit Lilac a little bit. What she had been looking forward to for so long finally came true, and she felt the urge to cry.

She was afraid that Tao Weng would change his mind, so she quickly said, "I will go back now and tell my father that I will formally become a disciple in the evening."

She ran home quickly, with Ling'er and Hei Wa following behind.

Seeing that Feifei was still standing stupidly on the big tree, Ling'er fell back and shouted, "Feifei, let's go home."

Feifei spread his wings and flew to the head of his little master.

After arriving home, Ding Xiang shouted loudly, "Mom, quickly find something good to use as a apprenticeship ceremony."

Mrs. Zhang walked out and asked, "What is the apprenticeship ceremony?"

When she heard that Tao Weng was going to accept her daughter as a formal disciple, her eyes shone with joy and she asked, "What are you going to give me?"

Ding Xiang thought for a while, "Carve an altar out of bamboo leaves."

Bamboo Leaf Carving is tribute wine, one of the best wines in Dali, and I can't even buy a jar for eighty taels of silver. Zhu Qian gave his grandfather two jars, but he was still reluctant to drink them.

"Two cans of Fengshan Maofeng."

It was also given by Zhu Qian. I was given four cans, but I didn’t want to drink them.

Zhang said, "One jar of wine and two jars of tea. If they are missing, I will give you a pair of glass vases."

The glass vase was given by Qin Hai and is one of the best decorations in the house.

Ding Xiang shook his head. The apprenticeship ceremony was mostly wine and tea. The glass vase was too extravagant. It was okay to give as a New Year gift or other gifts. The apprenticeship ceremony was too exaggerated and Tao Weng might not like it.

Ding Xiang went to the warehouse to pick around, not knowing what to pick.

This is because the family has no heritage. Apart from the fragrance of honey and fat, I can’t even pick out anything with cultural connotations.

The honey-fat fragrance is a secret of the house, so it is impossible to reveal it.

When Ding Liren came home and heard about this, his face turned red with envy. What I had thought about a thousand times but dared not say out loud, my sister actually realized it.

Ding Zhuang was even more excited and laughed loudly, "I said that Xiangxiang could be admitted to the top female exam, but they still said that I was bragging. As a gift, I will give you two jars of bamboo leaf carvings and four jars of Fengshan Maojian. That's enough."

Ding Xiang hurriedly said, "It's better to leave half of such good wine and tea for grandpa and dad."

She knew that her grandfather would go and look at the bamboo leaf sculptures when he had nothing to do, saying he would drink them during the Chinese New Year.

Ding Zhuang said, "How lucky Tao Weng is that we can't bear to part with some wine and tea? I've given them all."

After dinner, Ding Zhuang and Ding Xiang put on their most decent clothes, Li Maigao carried wine, Ding Liren and Ding Lilai each carried two cans of tea, and went to Tao's house together.

The old man was quite cunning and didn't dare to brag on the way there for fear of things changing.

The Tao family's study room was brightly lit. Tao Weng sat in the upper seat and Sun Yumu sat on the side.

After a few people went in and exchanged greetings, they presented the apprenticeship ceremony. Dingxiang kowtowed and offered tea to apprentice.

Tao Weng gave some words of encouragement and asked Ding Xiang to learn painting from him on every Tuesday, Friday and eighth morning every ten days except for holidays, and she could practice by herself at other times.

Ding Xiang went to the upper room to visit the old lady again, kowtowed and called "Master's wife."

Ding Xiang looked at Sun Yumu who had come with her and said with a smile, "Brother Sun, should you call me 'Sister Aunt'?"

Sun Yumu blushed, "What a beautiful thought."

On the way back, Ding Zhuang was so beautiful. I wanted to find someone to show off, but there was no one on the dark road. I only saw a tall man standing in Huiye Pavilion from a distance, but after a quick glance, he disappeared.

Ding Zhuang had no choice but to sing "Female Consort" loudly all the way.

Leaving home to save Li Lang

Who would have thought that he would be number one on the imperial list?

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When he got home, Ding Zhuang shook his head regretfully, "What happened today? I sang all the way and no one came out to ask."

Ding Liren joked, "I feel like I'm walking at night in brocade clothes."

Ding Lilai said again, "People must think that I am drunk and acting crazy. Who dares to come out and ask. This is also me singing. If it were anyone else, he would have to be scolded."