After taking the medicine, Jiang Huaifeng's complexion gradually improved, which made Meng Yi, who had been worried, breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, if something happened to this old man, he would not be able to explain it not only to the Jiang family, but also to his grandfather.

After all, the two old men had a life-long friendship back then.

"People get old and lose their usefulness. They get confused when they get excited." Jiang Huaifeng said mockingly to himself.

Meng Yi quickly complimented: "Look at what you said, your body is much better than my grandfather's."

Jiang Huaifeng shook his head. He knew his own physical condition. He just looked energetic on the surface, but secretly he had been ill for a long time.

"Stop talking about this, let's take a look at the painting first!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Huaifeng's eyes shifted to He Fan.

Although he just glanced at it, Jiang Huaifeng had to admit that what Meng Yi said before was correct.

This painting is truly a masterpiece.

He really couldn't imagine how a young man in his thirties could create such a painting.

"The future generations are terrible!" Jiang Huaifeng sighed sincerely.

After all, in these decades, he has never met a junior as amazing and talented as He Fan.

And while Jiang Huaifeng was sighing, Meng Yi also encountered a problem.

After all, Mr. Jiang almost lost his breath just once he saw the painting. If he continues to look at it, something serious will happen.

So Meng Yi struggled for a while, but still didn't move.

Jiang Huaifeng frowned and looked at Meng Yi: "Xiao Meng, help me up!"

Meng Yi looked at him in embarrassment and said with a wry smile: "Grandpa Jiang, how about we look at this painting another day?"

How could Jiang Huaifeng not see Meng Yi's thoughts clearly, he immediately laughed and scolded: "Little bastard, your Grandpa Jiang's body is not that fragile. Back then, on the battlefield, you could fight against five people without frowning. Hurry up and help me."

I’ll get up and look at the painting.”

"Yes, yes, you are so mighty!"

Meng Yi had no choice but to carefully help the old man up from the chair.

soon!

With Meng Yi's help, Jiang Huaifeng also saw the painting again!

Although he was prepared, the old man still couldn't help but his heartbeat accelerated.

no way!

I haven't seen such a good painting in many years.

Especially since this painting was just painted, it is obviously different from the antique calligraphy and paintings I have seen before.

After a long time, the old man let out a long breath, and at the same time said with a look of amazement: "This is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!"

Hearing this, the smile on Meng Yi's face suddenly brightened.

Because he knew that with Grandpa Jiang’s affirmation, He Fan’s painting would already be a priceless treasure.

At this time, Jiang Huaifeng also turned his head and waved to He Fan.

"Young man, come here!"

The attitude was so cordial that Meng Yi couldn't help being a little surprised.

After all, Mr. Jiang is famous for his weird temper.

He Fan did not hesitate and immediately walked up to the old man.

"Young man, who is your master?" Jiang Huaifeng asked directly.

After all, He Fan would definitely not be able to draw this skill without a famous teacher teaching him from an early age.

And if the apprentice's painting skills are so good, then how great is the master's painting skills?

Jiang Huaifeng didn't dare to think too much about this.

After all, leaving aside those ancient works, the painting in front of him now can be said to be the pinnacle work.

But where did He Fan come from?

His painting skills were all redeemed from the system, so it was naturally impossible to truthfully tell Mr. Jiang the truth.

So when faced with the old man's inquiry, He Fan could only bite the bullet and said: "I have slowly figured this out at home. At the same time, I often go to watch the works of famous artists."

Mr. Jiang was originally stroking the few beards on his face, but when he heard these words, he almost pulled off the few beards he had.

"You said you have no master to teach you? You are self-taught without a teacher?" Jiang Huaifeng said with a blowing beard and eyes wide.

He now thought that He Fan was lying to him.

After all, without the guidance of a famous teacher, how could he possibly have painted such a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation.

"Really not!"

He Fan gave a wry smile: "I have liked to think about things like calligraphy and painting since I was a child, so I slowly practiced them at home."

"Calligraphy and painting?"

Jiang Huaifeng caught the key words in He Fan's words, his eyes lit up and asked: "You mean you can also write?"

Looking at Mr. Jiang's aggressive gaze, He Fan suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing and shouldn't have said it.

However, at this moment, he could only say modestly: "I can barely write, but I can't reach the level of elegance."

Mr. Jiang waved his hand and said with great interest: "If you don't mind, can you show me your hand?"

He Fan was in a bit of a dilemma and subconsciously wanted to ask Meng Yi for help.

But when Meng Yi faced Mr. Jiang, he could only be obedient, and how could he change the old man's mind.

Moreover!

Meng Yi was also very curious at this moment, and wanted to see how He Fan's handwriting was.

So when faced with He Fan's request for help, Meng Yi could only shake his head slightly at He Fan.

Seeing this scene, what else could He Fan do, he could only bite the bullet and pick up his pen and go into battle.

But before writing, He Fan didn't know what his level was, so he could only say to the old man: "Old man, I'm making a fool of myself. If I don't write well, please forgive me!"

"It's okay, just write." Jiang Huaifeng said with a hearty smile.

Seeing this, He Fan no longer hesitated, thought for a moment, and immediately started writing on a new piece of rice paper.

He couldn't think of a topic to write about for a while, so he could only write an ancient poem that was firmly in his mind.

Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.

There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.

It was noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat was dripping from the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey?

This ancient poem has been memorized by He Fan since childhood, so it was very smooth to write.

And the font he writes in is running script, one of the five major fonts.

However, when he put down the pen after finishing writing, he found that the old man and Meng Yi's eyes were wide open and they were breathing rapidly as they looked at the words he had just written.

This makes He Fan a little confused. Isn't it possible that his handwriting is too good?

You must know that he only redeemed advanced calligraphy from the system, but there is also a special calligraphy on it.

But what Mr. Jiang and Meng Yi did next proved to He Fan that his handwriting was indeed very good, and not just average.

Seeing Mr. Jiang come to his senses first, he couldn't wait to say to He Fan: "Boy He, how about giving this word to me, old man?"

He Fan was about to respond, but found Meng Yi winking at him.

At this moment, He Fan hesitated.

When Jiang Huaifeng noticed this scene, he didn't mean to be angry. He just turned his head and stared at Meng Yi with a half-smile.

Meng Yi scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Grandpa Jiang, my grandfather taught me since I was a child not to take advantage of others!"

Hearing this, Mr. Jiang rolled his eyes.

This little bastard, I really hurt him in the past.

However, the old man was not angry. He just pondered for a moment and then said to He Fan: "Boy He, the old man happens to have some calligraphy and painting at home. How about exchanging one with you?"

After hearing this, before He Fan could say anything, Meng Yi agreed on his behalf.

"Grandpa Jiang, I agreed to this on Xiaofan's behalf. After all, you are the elder. Since you have spoken, we juniors will naturally obey." Meng Yi chuckled.

Jiang Huaifeng laughed and scolded: "You kid, you really got an advantage and still acted like a good boy!"

After all, although He Fan's handwriting is good, it has not been recognized by many parties and is now a worthless bargain.

But if you take out any of those calligraphy and paintings in Jiang Huaifeng's house, they can be exchanged for a small apartment outside.
To be continued...