Lu Xu returned home in a hurry, and asked Shang Yuan Manniang to go straight to Yan Junqi's house.
He arranged the pile of threads he bought horizontally in different colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and then arranged them vertically according to depth and thickness. After laying out the color line spectrum, he immediately introduced what gradient is, what composition is, what dynamics is, and what white space is.
"We can still make use of light. Look, mother and aunt." Lu Xu pulled a leaf and put it in the sun. "When the light shines on it, it becomes bright. When I cover it with my hand, it blocks out the shadow and it becomes dark. Look at the tree at the door. Do trees have light and dark colors, light and shadow? Think about it again, do they have different colors in the morning, noon, and evening? We can use lines to distinguish different colors, and we can also make gradients, so , when others look at it, they will know whether we are embroidering a tree in the morning, a tree in the afternoon, a tree on a cloudy day, or a tree on a sunny day."
Yuan Maniang and Yan's mother were greatly shocked.
Lu Xu continued to bombard, "Look, if you look at our mountain from a close distance, you can see the stones and trees clearly, but from a distance, it's all hazy. Those who can see clearly are embroidered in detail, and those who can't see clearly are embroidered roughly. Shape. This same leaf looks big in front of you, but looks small when you hold it from a distance."
When Yuan Manniang and Yanmu heard the words, they gestured to the leaves together.
"We also use threads, which are also bird feathers and down. Use thin threads. For wings, use thick threads."
This is easy to understand, they nodded.
"As for the composition and blank space..." Lu Xu scratched his head and used a branch to draw a fan-sized picture on the ground. "It's almost that big. When we embroidered it, we thought it was a painting and we couldn't fill it up. It would be too big. It doesn't look good at all. It can't be too small, too small to be invisible. If I draw a mountain here, draw a flower nearby, and a butterfly flying on the flower, and the butterfly flies away from the grass, it will be better than just embroidering a big butterfly. nice."
Lu Xu drew a stick figure on the ground. It was embarrassing to look at it by himself, so he pulled it away with his foot, "Probably that's what it means, if you can't figure it out..." He pulled Yan Junqi, "Let Junqi draw a picture for you on the paper first. appearance!"
Yan Junqi: "..."
He, he won’t either!
But Lu Xu insisted on painting. He thought about the flowers and plants that Yan's mother had embroidered in the past, and sketched them on the ground with branches. From time to time he looked up at the trees and mountains outside, and roughly drew the mountains, flowers, and butterflies that Lu Xu had just given an example of.
When Lu Xu took a look, it turned out to be exactly what happened!
"Okay, okay, just draw like this!" He ran to dig out the calligraphy and painting that the unknown young master lent him, "Jun Qi, if you study more, you can copy some parts of the painting!"
It was impossible to copy, so Yan Junqi took the calligraphy and painting and went back to the study to study.
He had never painted before. He had only seen people painting and selling paintings in the county and state capitals before. Thinking about Lu Xu's theory and referring to the painting in front of him, he first dipped his pen in water and roughly drew a rough sketch of the fan on the table. , feeling familiar, he went outside the courtyard and folded a bamboo branch and began to paint.
After practicing for a day, I felt that I was good at it, so I drew a few sparse and slanting bamboo branches on the paper.
Yuan Manniang could also embroider simple patterns. She finally found some comfort and went next door with needle and thread to discuss with Yan's mother every day. How to match the colors, how to match the thickness, how to express the depth and lightness, I felt that the embroidery was not right, so I took it apart and started again.
They also asked Lu Zhou to fold the reeds and insert them into the vase, and then they gestured back and forth to find the angle to see how the embroidery would look good. Yuan Manniang's embroidery skills were not as good as those of Yan's mother, and she could not imitate her skills of embroidering roses and peonies by looking at a piece of reed, so she had to carefully observe the flowers and plants in front of her. She asked La Yue and Lu Zhou to catch a butterfly, and the three of them looked at it together. How a butterfly flaps its wings.
After secretly crying a few times, Yuan Manniang gradually started to embroider in a decent way.
Lu Xu came home one day and found that she had made a shallow sketch on the cloth with burnt charcoal without any instruction. Perhaps inspired by his simple drawings, the embroidery was still a picture of a child fluttering a butterfly, with a The child on the back of the head looks like Lu Rui at first glance. The movement of running with open hands is captured vividly. The flying butterflies are mixed with fine wool and shine in the light, making it look real.
Lu Xu put down the embroidery piece in admiration, suspecting that his stepmother had some great artistic talent.
You know, girls here learn to embroider, but they rely on their elders to teach them from generation to generation.
How the mother embroiders, the daughter embroiders, so Yan's mother's embroidery is always the same.
Imitation and creation are not the same thing. Yuan Manniang has never studied art at all. He was able to realize this after just teaching theory. He might also be a genius!
Yuan Manniang held the handkerchief and asked him anxiously, "Xu'er, what do you think of my embroidery?"
Lu Xu: "Good! Very good! I think it's better than the embroidery done by Aunt Yan's family!"
Yuan Manniang was startled, her eyes turned red, and tears flowed down her cheeks.
Lu Xu: "???"
Yuan Manniang covered her handkerchief and cried so hard, "Oh, I can't embroider well. I can't do anything well. I can't cook well, farm the land well, or embroider well. Without your father, what will I do?" I can’t do it well. Why am I so stupid? Woohoo, I finally learned it. Woohoo..."
Lu Xu: "..."
Lu Yue and Lu Zhou heard the commotion and ran over. Lu Rui, who was playing on the mat, threw the ball and swung it over to Yuan Maniang's arms, looking up at her.
When Lu Yue saw her mother crying, she started to cry too. Lu Rui also cried. Lu Zhou's eyes were red and he was about to cry. Lu Xuren was dumbfounded. He was shocked. He didn't know Yuan Man was under such great pressure. !
Lu Xuxu stood aside stupidly, not knowing how to coax or persuade him. He didn't want to leave or stay. He simply pulled up a stool and sat down, staying with them and silently watching them cry.
After Yuan Manniang finished venting her anger and started coaxing the child, Lu Xucai said: "Mom, I think you are quite powerful, really."
He began to count for Yuan Manniang with his fingers, "Look, you can weave cloth, make clothes, and also make shoes. The shoes are soft and comfortable. You alone are responsible for our family's washing and cleaning, and you have to go to the fields." , dig wild vegetables, and feed Lu Rui, neither of which is easy. The only disadvantage is that the cooking is not so delicious, but it is by no means inedible. The seaweed soup I made in the past two days is quite good, and the porridge is better than before People are good at things and not good at them, like me, even if you force me with a knife, I can’t embroider such beautiful butterflies. Your steamed buns are not as good as the third grandma, and the third grandma’s embroidery is not as good as you, and you are talented How old is it? People should do what they are good at, and give others what they are not good at. You see, you can use the time of steaming steamed buns to embroider. After making money from embroidery, you can buy steamed buns. Isn’t everyone happy? ?”
Yuan Manniang stared at him blankly, "Don't you think it's useless to dislike your mother?"
"I think you are very good." Lu Xu said seriously, "Although you are not my and Lu Zhou's biological mother, I feel that if our biological mother were here, she probably wouldn't do better than you."
Yuan Manniang was about to cry again, "You, you always had to drive me away before."
Lu Xu dismissed the blame, "That's because I didn't know what was good and what was good in the past!" What did the former Lu Xu have to do with him? "I wasn't sensible at that time. I didn't really let you go, I just said angry words."
Lu Zhou also nodded heavily.
Yuan Manniang looked at the two brothers with tears in her eyes, hugged Lu Zhou, and said with choked sobs, "I promised your father to raise you well, but your father is gone, and I have no relatives left. There are only a few of you in this life!"
Layue threw herself into her arms and cried thinking of her father. Lu Zhou's eyes turned red again, he choked up twice, and silently wiped away his tears with his sleeves.
Lu Xu touched his head and murmured silently, he only had them.
These poor little people, orphans and widowers, can only rely on each other...
After the whole family cried a lot, their emotions seemed to have been washed and purified, and they magically improved.
Yuan Manniang cried once in front of them, and she was very embarrassed for two days. When she recovered, her elders' airs collapsed a lot. She had no temper to begin with, and she couldn't be dignified towards her children. Now she is even more like a sister. Same.
She couldn't make up her mind after cooking, so she asked La Yue and Lu Zhou to help her, "Do you want to stay up a little longer?"
Lu Zhou: "Bake it, brother likes it thicker."
Layue thought for a while, "Put an apricot, put some sugar!"
Yuan Manniang sprinkled some shredded apricots and a piece of candy, and the whole family was happy.
Yuan Manniang added more firewood to the fire and called Lu Zhou, "Zhou'er, do you go and see if your brother is back?"
As soon as Lu Zhou opened the door, he saw the angry third aunt.
He was stunned and opened the door, "Third Aunt, mother, Third Aunt is here."
Yuan Manniang came out of the kitchen in surprise, "Why is the third sister-in-law here? Have you eaten?"
The third aunt said angrily: "We are cooking at home, Manniang, is Xuwa back?"
Lu Xu didn't know that there was a new situation at home, so he came to the blacksmith shop at the agreed time.
The old blacksmith watched him put down the hammer and asked his younger son to take out the iron pot.
Lu Xu saw the pan first.
It was a circle larger than what he had planned, and it was about two inches deep. You could see the marks of beating on the edge. He didn't know how it was made, but it was very smooth. Lu Xu was very satisfied. Although the wok was a bit big, the pancake scale was still perfect.
The only drawback is probably that it uses too much iron and costs extra...
The old blacksmith wiped his sweat with a hand towel and said apologetically: "I'll give you the flat one first. You wait for the big pot and I'll think about it later."
Lu Xu had no objection.
It will definitely require trial and error for the first time. He asked: "Then when will I pick it up?"
The old blacksmith muttered: "Wait for another ten days."
Lu Xu thought about it, "OK."
If he can't, he can't find another blacksmith shop.
He paid five taels of silver for the pan. The blacksmith charged him half a tael less for missing work because the big pot was overdue. The big iron pot was estimated to cost twenty taels. After Lu Xu paid the money, his body ached and he complained. The iron ore was dug in vain. It will still be expensive after digging out the iron!
The little blacksmith helped put the iron pot on the cart, and Lu Xu pushed it home without any further delay.
When Lu Xu arrived home while pushing the cart, he saw his stepmother and his third aunt sitting and sewing clothes in his yard. His third aunt looked quite unhappy.
Lu Xu wondered, could it be that the third aunt heard that he had paid off his aunt's family debt first and came to collect the debt? The third aunt wanted to buy a cow, and wanted to buy it before the summer planting. He wanted to return it, but after ordering an iron pot, he had to pay for the pot first, and the price of the pot was higher than expected.
Lu Xu looked at the third aunt again and felt a little guilty, thinking that if you want to be a human being, you really can't do anything wrong.
He knew that he was in debt, so he kept a low profile and prepared to be scolded. He put down the cart and called someone: "Third Aunt."
The third aunt was very anxious and asked him urgently, "Xuwazi, was it you who gave the idea to the third aunt next door to sell steamed buns?"
Lu Xu: "Huh?"
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The whole family cried, Lu Xu was confused, Lu Xu was shocked, Lu Xu confessed, was he out of tune? Should he cry too (bushi)
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