Live Broadcast: My Leisurely Life In Changbai Mountain

"No, what's going on? Why are everyone giving gifts?" Chen Nan was attracted by the gift effects that kept popping up in the live broadcast room, and looked over curiously.

"It's okay, it's okay. Brother Nan, can't you also draw Chinese paintings? Paint one for me. It would be better if you could give it to me."

"I want it too. How about Brother Nan draw it and auction it in the live broadcast room."

"Okay, okay, the money we auction will be used for charity, so that those people will have no topic to criticize us.

"I don't want anything. I just want to get one of Brother Nan's paintings to give to my grandpa for his birthday. Brother Nan, please hurry up and give me a price after you finish the painting. I will give it to you next "Two Seventy" week Grandpa celebrates his birthday.

A familiar ID in the live broadcast room said such a sentence, and then it started to become super popular.

"Brother Jiahao? Is your grandpa celebrating his birthday next week? Don't be so polite. It's my honor for you to like my paintings. Give me your address privately. If you like it after the painting is finished, I will give it to you. Send it over.”

The ID name is very simple, Jiahao, a name that sounds very Cantonese-style at first glance, and he is also a famous rich man in the live broadcast room.

He rarely talks, but he always gives a lot of gifts.

Most of the people in the live broadcast room knew him. When they saw him opening his mouth, other people who wanted to speak closed their mouths one after another.

"Okay, I thank you. You draw first. I trust your painter. As long as you draw it, I will definitely want it."

Jiahao ignored what Chen Nan said and sent it directly to himself. Anyway, when he drew it later, he would definitely give him the reward he deserved.

Zhang Fengran knew that a national first-class traditional Chinese painting master could attract his attention. Chen Nan's painting skills were definitely among the best in the country.

Grandpa will definitely like his paintings.

In fact, if possible, he would prefer Zhang Fengran's paintings because his grandfather is a fan of this master.

However, he felt that the possibility was not very high and was afraid of Chen Nan being embarrassed, so he did not speak.

"You're welcome, Brother Jiahao."

Chen Nan replied casually, and then together with Zhang Fengran, he took out all the painting tools prepared in advance, two sets of painting tools.

One set is placed on the newly made table for Zhang Fengran to use, and the other set is placed on the table used for eating by himself.

There was not much difference in the painting tools. Zhang Fengran brought a large suitcase with him when he came, and Zhang Chuchu pulled the suitcase over.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Fengran lowered his face and asked without saying anything.

Zhang Chuchu was stunned when asked, and looked at his grandfather in astonishment.

"Grandpa, don't you want to paint? Let me help you take out the tools."

My grandfather had many quirks. No matter where he went, he always used his own tools and other people's tools. In many cases, it was not only a matter of lack of inspiration, but also a tendency to become impatient.

"No, no, no, Xiao Chen's tools are pretty good, just use his."

Zhang Fengran is a person who knows the goods. The tools prepared by Chen Nan may seem inconspicuous, but in real comparison, compared with his own tools, Kang is better. I don’t know.

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Can he dislike it? If he disliked those people's tools before, it was because their preparation was really poor.

When there are good things available, who would want to use bad ones?

Zhang Chuchu was confused, but since her grandfather said no, she didn't insist.

Putting the suitcase aside, just at this time, Chen Nan took out a pile of rice paper. It looked like a big pile, but in fact it was not much in quantity, but the size was relatively large.

They are all uncut. Chen Nan prepares them for his own use. When he is interested, he will not specify how big to use. He will only cut them to a suitable size when he uses them.

Therefore, the rice paper he buys is of the most original specifications.

Only casual business enthusiasts like Chen Nan would do this. Regular painters have a design for the size of the rice paper and the width of the painting, especially after the painting is completed. Just easy to frame.

That’s why I buy it according to the specified rice paper size.

Zhang Fengran's eyes lit up when he saw the rice paper held out by Chen Nan.

"Is this Sheng Xuan?"

Chen Nan nodded, "I prefer to use Shengxuan."

Zhang Chuchu stood aside and was fine. When he saw someone in the live broadcast room asking what health propaganda was, he explained it to everyone.

"Rice paper is roughly divided into three specifications, raw Xuan, cooked Xuan, and semi-cooked Xuan. To put it simply, it means unprocessed and processed. Semi-cooked Xuan is processed, but 4.7 does not have as many processes as cooked Xuan."

"Among them, the one with the lowest water-absorbing ability is Shengxuan. This kind of rice paper is also more suitable for freehand landscape paintings. The one Brother Nan took out is Shengxuan."

Only then did the audience in the live broadcast room understand, what was going on?

"I didn't expect that there are so many things about rice paper. I thought it was the kind you can get in a pile for ten yuan in a stationery store."

"I have learned calligraphy before, but I have never paid attention to rice paper. When I go to a stationery store, I just tell people to bring me rice paper, and they give it to me directly. Is there any other way to say this?"

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