Xiaoyuan led the two of them in, and when he entered the yard, he shouted: "Uncle Tang, not only me, but also two bosses! They are very interested in Tiehua!"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the room had been pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked out with his eyebrows and eyes smiling.

He looked quite energetic, wearing short clothes. Although they looked old, they were washed clean, which was different from the blacksmith they remembered.

How to say it is more powerful than the painter and a little softer than the blacksmith.

It was a feeling between roughness and delicateness, just like the feeling of iron paintings.

It’s just a pity that Uncle Tang lost all his mouth: “Oh, hello, bosses, do you want to buy iron paintings? I have a lot of inventory here…”

After hearing this, Zou Kai couldn't help but curled his lips and smiled.

It’s obvious that you know that you are a person who can’t do business. Doesn’t this mean that you tell them that his paintings can’t be sold at all?

Obviously Xiaoyuan thought so too, so he immediately winked at Uncle Tang, turned his head to Lu Zi'an and smiled: "Boss, come, please come inside."

Uncle Tang smiled embarrassedly, with a very honest expression.

The house was clean and tidy because it was a little wet on the first floor.

Sitting down at the table together, Lu Zian smiled and said, "Boss Tang, can I take a look at your work first?"

Uncle Tang's face turned red with embarrassment and let his hands go: "Hey, I dare not be a good person, what kind of boss I am..."

"Uncle!" Xiao Yuan was so angry that he brought the tea: "Boss, this iron painting is a bit heavy, otherwise you can go in and read it?"

This is the truth, Uncle Tang nodded repeatedly: "Hey, yes, it's too heavy, and it's too trendy outside to take it out."

Xiaoyuan touched his forehead and wanted to pounce on him to cover his uncle's mouth.

His uncle is good at everything, but he really doesn't understand the worldly ways and is dedicated to studying iron painting. Oh, it's no help.

Lu Zian thought that their way of getting along was quite interesting, and there was always a relaxed and indifferent smile on his face.

Pushing the door open, a heat wave hits you.

Iron, all is iron.

Iron painting is a decorative painting made of forging and welding iron sheets and iron wires.

It absorbs the composition method of traditional Chinese paintings in my country and integrates various artistic techniques such as folk paper cutting, carving, and inlay.

It uses low carbon steel as raw material, hammer as pen, iron as ink, anvil as paper, and wrought iron as painting. It is a masterpiece and a natural charm.

In fact, iron paintings are also light, or they are made of plum branches or bamboos, which are casually embedded in the photo frame, and become a beautiful work of art.

However, Uncle Tang’s works obviously do not follow this kind of fresh style.

When he opened the door of the compartment, even Lu Zian couldn't help but be amazed.

Full of paintings.

All of them are huge in size, neatly framed photo frames on the oil cloth, the living room I entered just now was extremely humid, and there was no trace of moisture in this room.

He... actually took the best room in the whole house to use it to prepare iron paintings.

Lu Zi'an couldn't help but walk in, touching every inch of the iron painting with his eyes obsessedly.

Since Uncle Tang entered this room, his expression has become much more relaxed and natural.

Seeing Lu Zian's expression like this, he couldn't help but say proudly: "Boss, this is not my boast. In the whole of Wuhu, my iron paintings are the most authentic!"

"This is... "Smoke Picture of Streams and Mountains"?" Lu Zi'an said in surprise.

That is one of Tang Tianchi's representative works, now hidden in the town****…

"Yes." Uncle Tang narrowed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath: "I especially like this picture, but it is in Jiangsu, it's too far away! I can only do it myself."

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, Lu Zian would be hard to imagine.

Someone was able to reproduce Tang Tianchi's representative work so delicately, and the lower right corner clearly stated that the painting was made based on Tang Tianchi's works.

He is not making a fake, he is just for his own preference.

Lu Zi'an carefully admired the masterpiece.

The black and white picture, the distant mountains and mountains are stacked with subtle iron lines, outlining the mist and mist. One or two pavilions and platforms fall into the mountains, seemingly real and illusory, and appearing and looming;

The stream banks at the foot of the mountain are connected, surrounded by stones, and the weeping willows on the shore are swaying, and the trees are rugged. The roughness of iron is fully displayed here;

The stream is gurgling and winding away, and there are shadows of return sails and oars in the water, which embellish it;

The small bridge on the stream is empty, as if the wind is blowing, and two pedestrians on the bridge are giving way to each other.

The whole picture is not only rigorous in concept but also rich in variation, with the upper and lower body being empty, the distance is sparse and dense in the near, the mountains and mists reflect each other, and the flowing water and small bridges complement each other.

The scenery in the picture is only outlined with iron wire, and the brushwork is simple, which still gives people the ethereal and transcendent feeling of "reminding the ancients", especially the whole work highlights the picture, which is completely different from the wood carving relief, and gives people a feeling of being immersive.

With this painting alone, Lu Zian had already seen that Uncle Tang's skills were so exquisite, and he was probably no worse than that of his ancestor.

Because even he was already accustomed to experiencing the artistic conception of jade carvings, and when he was admiring this iron painting, he couldn't help but feel leisurely aspiring to retire to the countryside and the romantic forest.

Compared with the gentleness and duration of ink paintings, Wuhu iron painting is unique, which is probably the iron-bone tenderness that integrates with the paintings.

"But I won't sell this painting. Do you want to see something else?" Uncle Tang said, rolling up his sleeves and going forward to move the painting away.

"Hey, no need." Lu Zian quickly stopped him: "No, no, I'll take a look."

Zou Kai frowned. The black iron looked strange. It was a painting but not like a painting...

But it looks pretty good, is there such a painting...

"Actually, I'm nothing." Uncle Tang said too much when he talked about his old skills and said excitedly: "The skills of our ancestors are really great. Many people think that the paintings of masters of paintings in the Yuan and Ming dynasties are eclipsed compared to iron paintings!"

Zou Kai also nodded: "This painting is indeed quite good."

Xiaoyuan, who was standing beside him, also looked at him curiously: "This boss also has a study of iron painting?"

"Oh, I mean, if other paintings need to be kept, you have to consider various environments, humidity, etc.." Zou Kai pointed to the iron painting and said with a smile: "It is iron anyway, but it can be preserved for many years no matter what."

"..." It turns out that this is how I felt that Tiehua was good, and Xiaoyuan expressed his disappointment.

"It's true." Lu Zi'an stood up and said in a low tone: "The Qing Dynasty poet Liang Tongshu said that iron paintings are "in all wonderful" and "a rare thing in the world." There is a sentence in his "Iron Painting Song": "Who is the illusion of the illusion of the fingers, and it is clever and snatched the pen of the Jiangnan Junchao...... The painting is easy to transform and paint, and this painting is long and never destroyed." It is a poem that elegantly expresses the characteristics of iron painting."

Zou Kai was embarrassed. If Brother Peng was here, he would definitely be shocked: Let you read more!

A cultured person can recite poetry, but if he is not cultured, he can only say that this thing has a long shelf life and is durable.

But no matter how much I smiled, Zou Kai still remembered his job: "Uncle Tang, is there any magical story about this iron painting? For example, your ancestor is better to be more interesting."

Uncle Tang subconsciously wanted to retort: ​​Iron painting is iron painting, what does it mean?

Xiaoyuan, who was standing beside him, almost blinked his eyes, and Uncle Tang finally held back the words that rushed to his throat.

You can't argue, you can't argue.

Uncle Tang said embarrassedly: "This, my ancestors cannot arrange it. Uh, mine? I used to confront a customer, and then there was no order, so I moved from the city to the county. Later, someone asked me to make fake goods. I was unwilling, and when I had no money, I moved from the county to the countryside. Later..."

"Cough cough cough!" Xiaoyuan's eyes were almost cramped, and he didn't see Uncle Tang glance at him, so he could only cough to attract attention.

The look of glaring at Uncle Tang was almost bursting out of fire: You are so stupid, why are you talking to people about this?

"..." Uncle Tang expressed his grievance.

"Hahahaha! Is this like this?" Zou Kai laughed, looked at Uncle Tang, and then looked at Xiaoyuan who was so angry that he was so angry: "It's so funny... So Uncle Tang moved here and how many customers did he get away with?"

"I haven't counted it." Uncle Tang looked at Xiaoyuan with a groan. The latter had no eyes and rolled his eyes to the sky.

Misunderstanding that he answered wrongly, Uncle Tang hesitated for a moment and thought for a while: "It seems that there are about twenty..."

Zou Kai laughed out loud. It's really a long time since I saw such an interesting person.

"Interesting?" Lu Zian stood at the other end of the painting, admired it carefully, and said casually: "Just Tang Xiao's story is quite interesting."

"Tang Xiao?"

"Yes." Lu Zian thought for a while: "It is the founder of Tiehua, Tang Tianchi, also known as Tang Peng. He is a neighbor with Xiao Yuncong, a famous painter in Xin'an School of Painting. They have a good relationship..."

Zou Kai nodded in a clear understanding: Oh, the friendship between a bamboo horse is like a bamboo horse.

"The "Golden and Jade Trivia" of the Qing Dynasty metabolic tragedy once recorded that Tang Peng often went to see Xiao Yuncong painted without any trouble. Xiao Yuncong despised him for being stupid and a rough man, and often scolded him. Tang Peng said when he was angry: "How did you know that I can't draw! I painted better than you!" Then he drew a tin to paint."

Although Lu Zian's voice was mediocre and did not tell the ups and downs of the story, it was very picturesque.

A painter, a blacksmith.

In an era when literati despised craftsmen, Xiao Yuncong might have really despised Tang Peng.

But Tang Peng thought that the two had a good relationship and always ran over to annoy him. Xiao Yuncong annoyed him for not being able to do anything, so he often scolded him, but it really inspired him a little bit of a cluttered character?

The subsequent development was naturally Tang Peng's counterattack.

Not only has he made a name for himself, he is also the founder of iron painting and has been respected by all generations. Xiao Yun, many Chinese painters, can stir up a trace of waves?

Zou Kai clenched his fists: I'll go, if this story is written as Danmei, it would be a powerful combination of arrogant and domineering. If you go to a certain point, it would be a standard template for a counterattack article.

Tang Peng's true protagonist life, from an ordinary blacksmith to a master, more passionate and more inspiring!

Unfortunately, I was finished by Brother An in a few words. If I came seriously, it would be impossible to have 200,000 or 300,000 words on the water.

"Zou Kai!"

Zou Kai's random thoughts were interrupted by a stern shout. He subconsciously raised his chest and raised his head and stood at attention: "Come on!"
Chapter completed!