Chapter 242 Helping the Painters
The Ganquan Palace is located outside the city of Wien. It was originally an orchard. Many years ago, the emperor rested here during summer hunting and found the spring water here to be sweet, so he built it here. Built a small palace.
Although this palace is small in size, it is very luxurious and comfortable. There are also many rare birds and animals in the garden.
Frederick came here to rest after attending the state banquet. Some of his entourage and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs personnel who arrived earlier also came to stay here.
Hot water has been prepared in the bathtub. Frederick soaked in it, closed his eyes, felt the temperature of the hot water, and his body suddenly relaxed.
He only got off the boat at noon, and then he talked with Ferdinand for a long time with full concentration. He did not relax for a moment during the state banquet, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.
A person's body and mind will become sleepy as soon as they relax, and Frederick felt that sleep began to take over his body.
Not long after, gentle footsteps sounded in the bathroom.
Soon there was the sound of water, and someone walked out of the bath and sat directly in Frederick's arms.
Thearesia felt that the soft seat suddenly turned into a hard seat, and her face instantly turned red, but she still rested her head on Frederick's chest.
Frederick said softly: "I am engaged."
Theresia said quietly: "I know."
Frederick said again: "No matter what happened , I won’t agree to anything or do anything because of these things. I put on my clothes as if nothing happened.”
“I know,” Theresa said, “I was changing clothes just now. "I heard what you said."
The maid who served Frederick in the bath was an admirer of Frederick. She just tried to use her position to do something inappropriate. After succeeding, she is still awake on the massage bed. .
"I don't ask you for anything," Theresa said softly, "I can't give you anything either. My destiny is not in my own hands. I just want to not let myself have any regrets when I am in the city of Venn." "
Frederick was silent, not because of her words, but because he remembered what Ferdinand said. The princes and princesses who grew up in the struggle did not have a fuel-efficient lamp, and he could not confirm the identity of this person now. Are you telling the truth or acting?
He said to Theresia: "You should leave first and think about it carefully. If you insist, then come to my bedroom and wait for me."
Thearesia hesitated for a moment and gently He said "Yeah" and left.
The night has passed, and the book will not go into details.
Early the next morning, carriages were lined up in front of Ganquan Palace, and countless people came to send Frederick invitations to various banquets and salons.
It’s just that they were told that Duke Wesson left at dawn, saying he was going for a walk in the city and didn’t know when he would be back.
The spring morning is still a bit cold, and the dew has not disappeared from the flowers and plants on the window sills of the buildings on the street. People who got up early are walking hurriedly on the street, and only a small half of the shops are open.
Frederick was walking on the streets outside the city of Wien and saw that many people had hung up their paintings on the roadside, hoping that someone would buy them to fill their stomachs today.
Yesterday, he found out from the maids of Ganquan Palace that there were many poor painters in the city who had no talent, and the poorer the painters were, the sooner they would leave their jobs.
The paintings hanging on the roadside range from large to small, including large landscape paintings, medium-sized portraits of religious figures, and palm-sized landscape postcards.
The authors wore decent coats and stuffed their pudding-filled undershirts to prevent them from leaking out. They cheered up and stood beside their works. Many of them even hung out signs offering to read and write letters on their behalf.
Frederick walked all the way and looked at the paintings carefully. After half an hour, he came to the conclusion that there is a reason for some people to rush to the street.
For example, the title of the painting he is looking at is "The Sacrifice of Saint Henry", which is a very popular religious theme in recent years.
However, this author drew...
Frederick felt that if he attacked the city of Wien in the name of this man who had blasphemed his father, Ferdinand would also have to send reinforcements to him.
It’s just that the Church of Light is quite open-minded on this point. Some people are just stupid, not bad. You can’t be too harsh on a person just because he is stupid.
Frederick took out two gold coins and stuffed them into the author's hand, and said earnestly: "You can try changing the subject matter. Animal subjects are more suitable for you."
After he finished speaking, He turned around and left, leaving only a back figure and the birth of "Beast (literally) Pie". Frederick walked to another street and stopped next to a stall selling postcards.
These postcards are simple cartoons of flowers, plants and animals, which look very bright. They are painted with cheap dyes instead of expensive paints.
More importantly, the expression of the pattern is beyond this era for who knows how many years.
“What’s your WeChat ID?” Frederick asked the author of the postcard in Chinese.
The author is a thin girl, wearing a skirt with several patches. There is no surprise or joy in her eyes. She reacts like an ordinary person when she hears a foreigner talking to her in a foreign language.
She asked Frederick cautiously: "Sir, can you speak the local dialect?"
Frederick naturally knew it. The language of the Osmaga Empire was almost the same as that of the Rhine League, but the accent was slightly different.
He asked in local dialect: "How did you draw these postcards?"
These postcards are all pixel paintings, and the patterns are composed of grids. This is the first time in this era.
The girl said a little nervously: "I...can't hold the pen, so I can only use wooden strips to print."
She stretched out her hands as she spoke, leaving only her thumb and little finger on her left hand , the right hand only has the middle finger and index finger, and there are still some burn marks on the hand.
Frederick said to her seriously: "Would you like to go to Weissenburg City? Your paintings are very suitable for use in cross-stitch, sweaters, etc. You can also try printmaking and sell your designs to factories. If you are willing to go, I can write you a letter of recommendation and help you pay for your travel expenses."
The girl opened her mouth in surprise. She had never thought about such a thing as gold bricks falling from the sky. of.
After hesitating for a while, she said: "This... I still need to discuss it with my family."
Frederick nodded and said: "Well, if you want to go, just go to Ganquan Palace. Look for me, I am Friedrich von Wesson, say my name and they will let you in."
This girl is a local, so she naturally knows where Ganquan Palace is, and her eyes widened for a moment. Got big.
The colleagues nearby looked at the girl with envy, another lucky person to be supported by a big boss.
I am pretty flexible and can’t help but wonder, should I follow suit and change my career?
“Boom!”
There was a sound of falling not far away, and a young man fainted.
You don’t need to think about it to know that no one bought the work, and I was so hungry that I rushed to the street.
Frederick grabbed a passerby, gave him a few coins, and went to the other end of the street to buy a bowl of oatmeal.
The street-fighting author sat on the ground and finished the porridge in a few big gulps. He took his time and stood up unsteadily.
He bowed to passers-by who came back from buying porridge and said, "Thank you."
The passer-by pointed at Frederick and smiled and said, "You don't have to thank me, he paid for it. I was just running errands, and now I have to return the bowl."
Frederick was studying the work of this street author and didn't know what to say for a while.
This man's paintings are mainly large buildings, with a few landscape paintings. The paintings are very accurate, but the pictures are dark, like photos, and lack some imagination.
The problem is that ordinary people nowadays like bright landscape paintings, and no one likes his paintings that are too dark.
Only nobles need paintings of large buildings. For example, they hang portraits of their own castles in their mansions in the imperial capital. They also hang portraits of the palace, the House of Nobles, the Ministry of War and other places where they work. I will go to the art academy in Wayne City to find a better painter.
So this guy’s paintings can’t be sold, so they can only sell them on the street.
Frederick turned to him and said: "If you can make the picture brighter, I can introduce you to a good job."
What he was thinking of was the renderings from the design institute. This man's paintings were valuable for their accuracy, and he could just draw the renderings for Party A's father to see, which could also be considered as a contribution to the civil engineering project.
(End of this chapter)