Five sticks...

Thinking about the meaning of these five sticks, Wu Qingchen couldn't help but smile.

"With this effect, of course, it can save a lot of trouble, but...I think..." After taking a closer look at the extremely simple lines and the lifelike effects, Wu Qingchen couldn't help but rub his temples: "For me, mastering the painting...well, science may be more difficult than directly teaching the villagers to do farm work..."

"For the time being, maybe that's true." Huang Xing nodded in understanding, "However, learning painting is not just to teach the indigenous people to farm... In the future, in the Middle Ages, there are still many plans, and this science also needs technical support."

"Okay..." Wu Qingchen did not question the meaning of the training plan.

——As a very self-aware person, Wu Qingchen never thinks that a person's cleverness may be better than the collective wisdom of millions or tens of millions of people.

Looking at the artist team in front of him, Wu Qingchen did not find any musical instruments or paintbrushes.

This is also normal. Wu Qingchen knew very well that he had never shown any artistic talent in his short 20 years of life.

More specifically, if you don’t have to sing high notes, Wu Qingchen can barely hum a few slutty songs. If you have to hold a brush, Wu Qingchen can also draw an egg crookedly.

Such a level cannot be completely blamed on Wu Qingchen. In order to achieve the admission rate and other "more important" knowledge, after the third grade of elementary school, the fate between Wu Qingchen and "music" and "art" has stopped at the course schedule and there is no chance to truly have a love affair.

Thinking about the "art" plan prepared by the staff team for themselves, and then how they felt after the staff team confirmed their information, Wu Qingchen really wanted to know how many saliva would be sprayed on the faces of the primary, junior high and high school class teachers, directors, vice principals, principals, and many bureaucrats in the Jiangxian Education Bureau in their hometowns that blatantly violated the "quality education" policy.

"So..." After a pleasant imagination, Wu Qingchen looked at the artists: "Where should I start learning these two sciences? Is the theory?"

The foundation of both "sciences" is zero eggs. Wu Qingchen was very curious about how to quickly improve his artistic cultivation in such a short time.

"Well..." Professor Zhang Chenrun, the leading oil painter, looked at the famous lyricist Ms. Wang Menghua.

Ms. Wang spoke first: "In terms of music, theoretically, it is also a theory."

Professor Zhang seemed a little hesitant: "In terms of art... it should be said that it is a little more basic than theory."

More than an hour later, Wu Qingchen understood what the tongue twister of "theory is considered a theory" means, and also understood what the meaning of "a little more basic than theory" means.

"It's gone? It's ending? What does it mean?"

No wonder Wu Qingchen's reaction was so strong.

In this more than an hour:

Wu Qingchen first instilled a lot of "religious and musical relationship" by a religious music master, instilled a lot of "agricultural technology and musical instrument development history" by a musical instrument production master, and instilled a lot of "singing changes at different historical stages" by a professor at the Conservatory of Music...

This is part of the music.

The art part is even more bizarre: Wu Qingchen didn't even have to listen to history, and directly from the Fine Arts Academy, Oil Painting Gallery, Calligraphy Art Association..., framers, auctioneers, and consumables suppliers, taught Wu Qingchen to identify wood that is more conducive to preservation, and also taught Wu Qingchen to use certain mud, ash and wood that is not fully burned to create charcoal that is easier to color.

With a question mark on his forehead, Wu Qingchen thought they were the foundation of the front, but was told to be the entire training content.

"That's all?" Wu Qingchen held the charcoal and said, "With this, you can go to the medieval world to 'fixed teaching'?"

"Mr. Wu...Mr. Wu..." Huang Xing hurried over and patted Wu Qingchen on the shoulder: "Time is limited, and the time arranged by the allocation team can only allow you to meet the most basic implementation conditions first."

"What are the implementation conditions?"

"In terms of music, if you understand the content just now, you will basically understand the red line of religion's tolerance for art, the focus of lower-class people on music, the close connection between agricultural production and music... With these, it is enough for you to implement the next plan..."

"In terms of art, this is a science that requires a long time to practice. If you learn how to make wooden boards and charcoal pens, no matter whether you practice normally or start 'targeted teaching' in the future, it will not cause any financial burden."

"I haven't even started learning yet, how can I practice?"

"You don't have to worry about this. Although the earth's teaching staff cannot play all the role due to time limit..." Huang Xing first pointed to the artists in front of him, and then pointed to Wu Qingchen: "However, in the medieval world, you have already prepared your teacher."

"teacher?"

Wu Qingchen frowned. In Akerli's village, the only person who may have something to do with art, has a very clear direction: "Are you referring to... a pastor?"

"certainly."

"The pastor can still draw?" I have to say that Wu Qingchen knew the pastor very little.

"Yes..." Huang Xing nodded.

Pastors can do more than just painting!

In the information that Huang Xing can access, from the priest's fingers, wrists, legs, walking postures, habitual movements, stains on sleeves, etc., the staff team analyzed too much content that Wu Qingchen didn't understand.

This is not because the United Nations Interim Commission on Astronomical Events deliberately conceals intelligence from Wu Qingchen, but because of the huge amount of intelligence and the preciousness of Wu Qingchen's time, it decided to give Wu Qingchen priority to know about information. This issue itself is a very complicated problem.

"Uh..." Wu Qingchen was a little surprised and asked a little doubt when he heard this information for the first time: "Even if the pastor knows how to draw, he may not necessarily teach me, right?"

"No..." Huang Xing stretched out his hand, the artist team had already walked away, and another training team came over: "...he will definitely teach you."

This is the most attractive training team Wu Qingchen has ever seen.

The most attractive meaning does not refer to the appearance of a beautiful woman or a handsome guy.

Of course, there are also externals. The people who walked over came, regardless of gender, Chinese and foreign, body shape, age, and faces were clean, but there were no traces of decoration. They were dressed very well, but they did not look luxurious, and they walked slowly, as if they contained some strange rhythm, which naturally showed a detached demeanor, which looked very comfortable.

Each of these people had a faint smile on their faces. As long as the people around them looked over, they would soon be attracted by this smile and felt the sincerity and honesty. The word "Ru Mo Chun Feng" is used here to describe them most appropriately.

"Mr. Wu..."

When the group of people began to undergo their last body search, Huang Xing said: "...If art and music are the techniques you can talk to a large number of people at once for a long time next, then these teachers will tell you the skills of communicating with people alone."

———————

A few thousand meters away, 7 logistics groups.

In another renovated bus, in a large screen near the driver's seat, live videos of the training site are being played.

Next to the desk where the bus seat was renovated, several staff members were writing documents, reading materials, or making tables...

Among them, a man in his early thirties suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Is it him?"

"What's wrong? Xiao Wang..." Another staff member raised his head.

"Old Wu, take a look... Isn't this that person..." Xiao Wang raised his hand and pointed to a middle-aged man who had passed the inspection and was walking towards Wu Qingchen.

"Who?" Old Wu took off his glasses first, rubbed his red eyes, put them on again, and then slowly raised his head.

"Um..." The next moment, Old Wu gently touched his chin, showing a thoughtful look: "...it looks familiar..."

"Who looks familiar?" "What are you doing... hurry up and work..." "Oh, I'm so sleepy!"

The other staff in the Grand Bus raised their heads one after another.

In the video, the middle-aged man looked elegant and manners. After the examination, the man's originally slow pace significantly accelerated. He saw that his face was full of enthusiasm, looking at Wu Qingchen focused on him, stretching out his hands from afar, holding Wu Qingchen's arm hard, and not knowing what he said. After two or three sentences, Wu Qingchen's face soon showed a happy smile from the bottom of his heart.

"That...yellow...yellow..." He kept pointing at the middle-aged man in the video, and Xiao Wang knocked his head hard: "...that one in our Tianjin City... was just sentenced two months ago..."

"Huang Zhanpeng!" Old Wu slapped the table and thought, "Didn't he be sentenced to life without a life? Why did he run there?"

"I don't know..." "I haven't heard of it..." "Who? Are you from there? Are you very famous?"

Several other staff members said they had never heard of it.

"Huang Zhanpeng!" Xiao Wang said excitedly, "Old Wang and I, the executive vice mayor of the unit!"

"Oh, Deputy Mayor..." "Is the Deputy Mayor very big?" "The vice president is nothing now!"

"The deputy mayor is nothing..." Old Wu said slowly: "However, our deputy mayor is a legend in the officialdom of Tianjin! He has been promoted to eight levels in seven years, starting from a temporary worker in township enterprises, and has been climbing to the executive vice mayor!"

"Ah?" "What is this person's background?" "The relationship is strong!"

"Have a background, has a relationship..." Lao Wu asked back: "Can you work as a temporary worker in a township enterprise?"

"Then why is it so fast? It has very strong abilities? It has key political achievements?"

"Not either. Our deputy mayor has no ability or political achievements. He is quite brave and has no money to give gifts..." Xiao Wang shook his head slowly.

"It's okay, no background, no ability, no political achievements, no gifts, how can you climb so fast?"

"But they have talent!" Xiao Wang snorted coldly: "Our deputy mayor, with just one tongue, climbed to the throne of the deputy mayor!"

"After the accident, I was given a nickname: the number one flatterer in Tianjin!"
Chapter completed!