Today's autumn wind is a bit fierce. Although it is not "bitter", it can make people feel the approaching cold winter more and more clearly.
Su Qingluan was thinking about how to elect a new "team leader" tomorrow when there were more people. He carefully folded the piece of paper that had been given to Mu Xingzhi with directions for improving stirrups, horseshoes and ironmaking and put it away. In the sleeve - otherwise if it blows away and is picked up by others, it may not cause any messy trouble.
Although she thought of taking this as a "thank you gift", Su Qingluan was still very happy.
The biggest reason why Mu Xingzhi had the idea to help was that nowadays the excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes have reached an outrageous level. It can be said that once there is an autumn harvest, another group of people will not be able to survive the next year because of excessive taxes.
Moreover, Huaxi Village and Lefeng County are both remote counties with "high mountains and far away from the emperor", and relatively speaking, the control of public opinion is not so strict. Therefore, the people here speak and act much more freely than the people in the capital.
Because of this, the people here will talk more freely about it in private without any scruples.
Su Qingluan heard more than once that the current emperor favored beauties and neglected the virtuous queen and the prince who was the queen's direct descendant. Instead, he doted on a beauty of humble origin and her concubine.
Not only that, because the emperor wanted to live a long life, he believed in the alchemist and refined elixirs. Just because the alchemist said, "The queen's son is in conflict with your majesty's eight sons", he drove his own flesh and blood to live in the cold palace.
Some people say that the queen's legitimate son is dead, others say that he was tortured to the point of going crazy, and some say that he was poisoned and became a deaf and blind cripple...
There are all kinds of rumors, but the bottom line is: the queen's family is miserable, the emperor does not care about political affairs, and prays to God all day long, and the government is said to be controlled by the concubine's family.
Su Qingluan knew that the so-called "folklore" was probably fabricated or exaggerated, but as the saying goes, "there is no smoke without fire." At least Su Qingluan had heard Xie Zi'an mention that his family was related to the favored concubine of the court. Therefore.
It seems that folklore is not completely untrustworthy.
Not only the few words from the Xie family, but also the increasingly gloomy expressions of everyone during the autumn harvest, and the worry about the coming winter, made Su Qingluan vaguely aware that the current emperor was not a wise man. .
Su Qingluan thought very simply: First of all, even if there is a war in the future, although Huaxi Village and Lefeng County are so-called "traffic arteries", their resources are really limited. In short, they are too poor and have nothing to use. resources, and it is not a dangerous, easy-to-defend, difficult-to-attack place that military strategists must compete for. It is also far away from the capital and will not be used as the main battlefield in any case;
Secondly, the current ruler is very unreliable, and it doesn’t matter whether the concubine’s family is reliable or not. The world does not belong to their family, and they will not feel bad about it no matter how much harm they cause. The 60% tax has already made the people miserable. No matter how bad it is, it's better to see how far Mu Xingzhi can go, give it a try, and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle;
Finally, there was Su Qingluan's own selfishness. When she talked with Mu Xingzhi, she found that he was a broad-minded person who was willing to accept new ideas and could be very rational and decisive. Even if he was purely motivated by interests, he would not He will be a person who enjoys his own life regardless of the life and death of the people, because this will leave various hidden dangers.
Such a person, whether he is the commander-in-chief or an assistant, the people under his rule will not have a difficult life.
Su Qingluan knew that not caring about anything might be the best way to protect herself. After all, with her own ability to make money, her life would not be too bad anywhere.
However, through the few words of people around her, she also understood that since the emperor now completely favors beauties and believes in alchemists, the lives of the people have become increasingly difficult.
It was not that Su Qingluan had not learned history-related knowledge, and he understood how disastrous the consequences would be for a supreme ruler to believe in the alchemist - he could throw away his own flesh and blood because of the alchemist's words, but would he be able to throw away his own flesh and blood because of the alchemist's words, "I want a hundred What if you want to arrest all the boys and girls?”
With such a ruler above, can their family really "sit back and relax" forever?
Su Qingluan really didn't have the confidence to give this guarantee to the whole family.
The incident in which the Xie Mansion secretly kidnapped the entire Su family was still fresh in his mind, and Su Qingluan had not forgotten it. At that time, if it were not for Mu Xingzhi's protection, it is still unknown what the Su family would have suffered now.
Obviously she just wants to live a good life...
Thinking like this, Su Qingluan walked faster towards Mu Xing's house.
Now that the geometric modeling of sketching was almost taught, Su Qingluan began to ask a few people to draw relatively simple still lifes. However, because they have a relatively deep foundation in painting, everyone can quickly master the composition, but painting the texture of objects is not something that can be accomplished overnight.
In fact, at the beginning, some people questioned whether it was really possible to use charcoal to fully express the "texture" of an object. So Su Qingluan is in one painting - and Su Qingluan's previous paintings did not particularly express texture.
So today, while everyone was painting, Su Qingluan chose a set of scenery - a cotton and linen tablecloth spread on the coffee table. Songbo wanted to take it away, but asked Su Qingluan to keep it. There was a set of bone china teacups, the edges of which shimmered under the light; there were also half-peeled pomegranates lying there, and there was even juice that accidentally splashed onto the table.
Su Qingluan deliberately let Songbo keep such a somewhat awkward corner, and painted these objects with completely different textures one by one.
Everyone looked at the object in front of them that seemed to be ready to come out, and even felt that the next drop of water would wet their fingertips when they touched it, and they stopped talking.
"The most critical factor that reflects the texture is 'light'." Although the concepts of "reflection", "refraction" and "scattering" cannot be discussed in depth, Su Qingluan still couldn't help but give some hints, "Different light rays react at different angles." Different objects will have different feelings when illuminated. As long as the characteristics of light and shadow can be well expressed, the texture of each object can be painted."
After finishing this class, Su Qingluan sighed heavily, and then took the Phoenix Dancong that Songbo brought up and drank it hard - there was nothing she could do, her throat was already smoking, and she couldn't savor it carefully. , even the tea leaves that have been praised highly before.
"Hey, it's obviously a painting class, but I actually use my mouth more than my hands," Su Qingluan complained. "If you don't know, you think I'm here to debate scriptures and talk." After all, these two things are serious talk-making jobs. .
Mu Xingzhi said thoughtfully: "Qingluan, when you are giving lectures, you always seem to stop talking, as if you want to say something, but you have to use other words instead. Why?"
