"Yes, Second Master." Mo Shu answered.
Mr. Yao tried to draw a few simple pictures, and gradually found the feeling. He thought the children's version of the coloring book was boring, so he placed the target on the "digital coloring painting" next to it.
When he opened the several colors of cross-drawings, he found that it was the work of the famous artist Zhao Shaoxian, and he widened his eyes in surprise.
Of course, since it is a digital coloring painting, it is naturally not a complete work, but adapted from Zhao Shaoxian's famous landscape painting, outlined it into a line drawing, and then marked with numbers in each piece where words need to be filled...
Mr. Yao looked at the painting and looked at the moshu again: "Are you sure this is Zhao Shaoxian's work?"
"Yes, Erye, this work is indeed adapted from the work of Zhao Shaoxian, a master of calligraphy and painting. I specially found a particularly outstanding counterfeiter and asked him to imitate one, and then asked someone to change it into a digital coloring painting..."
Mo Shu is very honest and said that this work is definitely not as good as Zhao Shaoxian's original work, but the mold is the same mold. If the color is painted well, the effect will be very good.
It is impossible to ask for any fairy spirit, but it is just for "beautiful" and there is no such great requirement, even if it is more craftsmanship, it is nothing.
Looking at the work that covered the entire desk, Yao Erye said, "This is a big project. Even if you are an adult, you will be afraid that it will not be able to apply it all at once? Moshu, are you sure you are for children to play with?"
"Reply to Erye, this one is not. Coloring is a very interesting thing. I think children like it, and adults will also like it, but compared with children, adults prefer more exquisite paintings. So the master instructed that in addition to some simple introductory works, he also specially made some more advanced and complex works..." Mo Shu pointed to the painting in front of Erye Yao and said, "The painting in front of Erye is the high-end work that has been made at present."
"So that's it. I'm just saying, how could such a complex work be painted by a child..." Yao Erye quietly breathed a sigh of relief. If Mo Shu told him that this was a child's work, he would be embarrassed to start.
Can others complete this work, but he saw so many numbers and so many grids on it, so the pressure was quite great.
If the drawing is done well, it is nothing. If one is not done well, it is worse than a child. Wouldn't it be embarrassing?
The distance from Zhuangzi to Yao's Mansion is not short. Mr. Yao second-Mr. guessed that Mr. Yao would not come back so soon, so he asked Mo Shu to go down and use this digital coloring painting to pass the time.
Although Mr. Yao is not very good at studying, he has learned some of the six arts of chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, and gentlemanship, but he is not as good as his elder brother.
"This number is quite strange, and I don't know who invented it..." Yao Erye glanced at the Arabic numerals on the work, and did not think much about it. He only thought that it was used to identify the color, and he did not associate it with numbers such as one, two, three, four, and five for a while.
Once a person finds what he likes, he can easily immerse himself in it, and Mr. Yao is.
Originally, he had just finished painting, but he didn't expect that when he saw the color on the painting take shape little by little, he actually had a strange sense of accomplishment, and the more he painted, the more he became more and more excited he became.
When his arms were sore, when he raised his head, it was getting dark outside.
Mr. Yao was a little surprised. No wonder he felt that the light in the room had dimmed. It turned out that it was almost at night. Although the servant lit the candlelight, the candlelight could not be compared with the light during the day, and it was somewhat dimming.
"Why is it so late? Where is the uncle? Has he not come yet?"
Mr. Yao put down his brush and asked someone to call Mo Shu over.
"Go back to the second master, the uncle hasn't come back yet."
"I haven't come back yet?" Mr. Yao frowned and calculated the itinerary. From Zhuangzi to Yao's Mansion, no matter how his elder brother talked to his mother Gu Qingling, it wouldn't be dark before it even appeared yet, right?
Could something be wrong?
As soon as he thought so, something came from outside.
A servant ran in quickly to report and said that Mr. Yao was here.
"Why did you come so late?"
"Go in and say."
Uncle Yao had no expression on his face, so he let Mr. Yao enter the house.
Mr. Yao was a little unhappy. If it weren’t for the time being filled with a number and coloring drawing, wouldn’t he have waited for this afternoon in vain?
He frowned and sat on the chair to see what explanation Mr. Yao would give him.
Uncle Yao asked his servants to go out and sent his close friend to the door outside to watch the door. Then he briefly told Mr. Yao Er.
"So... this matter is not as serious as you said?" Mr. Yao looked at Mr. Yao with a strange expression, "Don't tell me, after you came back for so long, you said these words to your mother, and there was nothing else. You have to explain this matter, right?"
"I know, so I asked someone to check the situation of other bookstores in Jinling." Uncle Yao came out of Gu Qingling's house and was in a daze for a while.
Although he was fooled by Gu Qingling for a while, he was not stupid and quickly arranged for people to investigate various bookstores in Jinling. What he had told Yao Erye before was just the printing methods he saw in ancient books. No one knew whether people had improved after so many years.
Perhaps, as his mother said, everyone has improved a long time ago, but because they don’t want to be this “showing bird”, so...
The time is too short, and it is not realistic to investigate clearly at once, but Mr. Yao still found out the daily printing volume of some bookshops.
Obviously, the speed and requirements of printing are directly related to the price of books.
Everything is inferior, but only reading is high. The books in Jinling Bookstore are not cheap. Even if it is the least popular novel by orthodox scholars, a book can be exchanged for a pound of meat.
After hearing Mr. Yao talked for a long time, he finally figured out the price and said speechlessly: "Then according to your wishes, either you will abandon it or hide it from it so that outsiders will not know it. Is that what I mean? Brother, then according to you, don't you think you are thinking too much?"
Mr. Yao directly said that the reason why Mr. Yao was worried was that he had more books printed in movable type printing, which made the books cheaper and shaking the status of the aristocratic family. But the problem was that their bookstore did not plan to print such a large amount.
Moreover, as he knew before, their books also need pictures, or things like drawings, or even drawings. At most, it is easier to just write...
"Our bookstore is so small. No matter how powerful it is, it will never be able to pack all the books in the world. This is one of them."
"Secondly, the cost of such books with pictures will only be higher. If you want to make money, the bookstore will definitely not sell it cheaper. People from poor families will not choose this kind of book, so you are worried about supporting the foundation of aristocratic families, so you are completely overthinking."
"Third, this matter is really so serious. It's impossible for me to leave the matter to you and ignore it. It must be that the matter is not as serious as you said, but that you are thinking too much."
...
Is he really thinking too much? Mr. Yao is a little confused.
Chapter completed!