Siheyuan: I am Liu Guangqi

"Although your dad is tired from running around carrying equipment on his back, sooner or later the factory will equip your dad with a bicycle. Otherwise, it would kill him to carry dozens of kilograms of stuff on his back a day.

Even a marathon covering dozens of miles does not have this kind of distance.

Wait until you get a bicycle and you'll see. Your dad's job is easy, he earns a lot, and he might even be able to get in touch with the boss. If you don't take over now, you may not be able to take over if you want to take over later."

Liu Guangqi looked at Xu Damao and smiled and said, isn't this a reminder to Xu Damao? After all, without him, Xu Damao would have ended up working as a projectionist in the factory. He was just expressing his own opinions.

"What you said is true."

Xu Damao asked doubtfully.

"It's fake. I don't dare to give instructions to the leaders. Whether it is suitable for the bicycle or not is the leader's business. I just say casually."

Liu Guangqi didn't answer this question. If someone heard about it, people would think that he had a problem with the leader of the steel rolling mill. Although the affairs of the steel rolling mill had nothing to do with him, he was still working in the steel rolling mill.

"I know you want to sit in an office, but we have to be down-to-earth, right? You should just learn to play movies from your dad. Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice's sons are born to make holes. You watched your dad play movies like this

Over the years, I’ve probably learned enough, and maybe I’ll become a full-time professional in a few days.”

Liu Guangqi patted Xu Damao on the shoulder.

"Hey, if I could study as well as you do, I would definitely be able to get into college and become a cadre as soon as I graduate from college."

Xu Damao looked at Liu Guangqi with eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

"It's too late to think about studying hard now, why did you do it earlier? In the past, asking you to study would have cost you your life, but now you know the gap between you and others. Do you think you and him are just behind in studying?

I just take one step at a time and look at the three steps together, how safe I am in doing things. Now I can support a family by myself, and I am still half a year younger than you. I don’t even want to ask you to follow me and watch a movie.

What else can you do?"

At this time, Lao Xu also walked out of the room, looking at his son whose face was not a face, and whose nose was not a nose, and said.

"snort"

Hearing his father's words, Xu Damao curled his lips in dissatisfaction and wanted to refute but didn't know how to speak.

"Uncle Xu, don't say that about Damao. Damao is quite smart. If he learns filmmaking from you, he will definitely be able to master it in a few days. Uncle, please help me unload the things for my mother."

When Liu Guangqi heard that this was not to bring hatred to him, he quickly said a kind word to Xu Damao. After saying that, Liu Guangqi nodded to Lao Xu, and with the help of Wu Yuan, he moved the food in the car to the old house.

"Look at how well everyone is doing, how can you help buy some food for the family?"

Lao Xu looked at Liu Guangqi's back and said with envy.

"You like him so much, why don't you ask him to be your son?"

Xu Damao looked at his father's appearance, pursed his lips, tilted his head and returned to his home.

After putting down the things for Liu Ma, Liu Guangqi pushed the cart back to the east cross courtyard. After taking out two bags of grain from the space and throwing them in the kitchen, Liu Guangqi took Master Huang's paintings and walked towards the study room in front.

There is a large bookcase in the side study, which is very convenient for reading calligraphy and painting.

"You're back. Is it hot or not? Wait for me to get you a watermelon from the tank."

Qin Huairu, who was blowing the fan in the main room, asked quickly after seeing Liu Guangqi.

"If you want to cut it, just cut it."

Liu Guangqi nodded. He likes to eat watermelons, but he doesn't like to eat watermelons of this era, because the watermelons of this era are not as thin-skinned and big-filled as the watermelons of the future. The watermelons of this era are only one inch thick.

, there are very thick white veins inside the melon pulp, only a very small part of it is delicious red pulp, and the sweetness is not very high, it can only reach eight degrees. Basically, any fruit is sweeter than it, but there is one thing

It is cheaper than other fruits and quenches thirst.

If Liu Guangqi wants to eat watermelons similar to those of later generations, it will take him at least ten years. The mother of watermelons, Ms. Wu Mingzhu, just graduated from Chongqing Agricultural College this year. She also graduated with her, the famous father of hybrid rice, Mr. Yuan.

"The watermelon is cut, you can eat it"

Qin Huairu soon cut the watermelon and picked out the delicious red flesh for Liu Guangqi and put it on a plate. Qin Huairu and she ate the white rind, acting like good wives and mothers.

"You two can eat it too. I'll just taste it. Later I'll go to the market and buy a cantaloupe. That thing is tastier than this."

After Liu Guangqi ate two pieces, he pushed the plate in front of the two sisters. Then he returned to the bookcase, opened the package, and took out the rolled works inside. There were eleven paintings in total, including large ones and small ones.

It is estimated that installing the watch will cost additional money. Liu Guangqi's money may only be enough for the painting and shipping costs.

Liu Guangqi first picked a small one and placed it on the bookcase. After unfolding it, a rich and colorful landscape came into Liu Guangqi's eyes. Master Huang's paintings cannot be sold in this era. People in this era like them.

Qi Baishi's style of painting was characterized by his exquisite freehand ink painting, but he didn't like the feeling of chaotic ink accumulation.

The painting in front of me does not use azure and blue, but dyes ocher between the cliffs. It is a unique painting technique. It is not artificial, and there is no intention of showing off one's teeth and claws. Appreciating it is like eating a piece of it.

It's the same as eating pork belly. The longer you chew it, the more endless aftertaste you get.

"Brother-in-law, where did you buy this painting? It's dark."

Qin Huiru walked up to Liu Guangqi with a plate in her hands, glanced at the bookcase with her head, shook her head and said.

"What do you know? This is called art. This painting is orderly in chaos, with a perfect combination of complexity and simplicity, virtuality and reality. Although it is heavy ink, it is still agile. If you read more books, you have to feed the pigs.

.Hurry and go aside. Don't get the soup or juice on me."

Seeing Qin Huiru's uneducated look, Liu Guangqi finally felt the benefits of a literary young woman like Bai Mei. At least at this time, she could talk to herself about art, instead of just saying, "Brother-in-law, this painting

It’s so ugly,”

"Since when have I fed pigs? There are no pigs in our house."

Qin Huiru said unconvinced.

"What your brother-in-law means is that you are uneducated and cannot understand the meaning of this painting. Come over and sit down quickly."

From this point of view, Qin Huairu is better than Qin Huiru. She knows that she is uneducated and cannot compare with Bai Mei in terms of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so she usually doesn't get involved here at all, otherwise she will bring trouble to herself.

Liu Guangqi looked at ten small paintings, six of which were landscape paintings that Master Huang was good at, three were flower and bird paintings, and one was actually a self-portrait of Master Huang.

Each painting has Master Huang's poem and seal on it. It is also marked as being given to Liu Guangqi. It can be seen that Master Huang is very happy to have Liu Guangqi as his fan, no matter whether it is a letter from the other party to him.

In the painting, the joy almost jumps out on the paper.

Seeing that Master Huang valued himself so much, Liu Guangqi suddenly felt a little guilty, because in addition to liking Master Huang's paintings, he invited Master Huang's paintings more from an investment perspective. After all, a painting by Master Huang

His paintings can easily sell for tens of millions in the future. And he will have at least four children, and these four children have four mothers. Liu Guangqi must save more money for his descendants.

, Only in this way can he be regarded as a qualified father.

"Come here and help me."

After putting away a few small ones, it was time to take a look at the large painting measuring 1.3 feet tall. Liu Guangqi had been looking forward to this painting for a long time. How would such a large work by Master Huang be placed at future auctions?

The starting bid is not allowed to be 100 million.

"If I don't go over, I'll make you dirty again."

Qin Huiru rolled her eyes at Liu Guangqi and said with a strange look.

"Come on, why are you so angry? My brother-in-law will buy you popsicles later."

Hearing this, Qin Huairu pouted and walked over, and together with Qin Huairu unfolded the three-foot-three painting.

After unfolding it, a majestic landscape scene came into Liu Guangqi's eyes. Not to mention many things, this painting has a somewhat delicate meaning of the country and the mountains, which is completely different from the previous painting style that was lively.

"You've made a lot of money, you've made a lot of money. How can you beat this 100 million? It's at least 300 million."

Looking at the painting in front of him, Liu Guangqi muttered blankly.