The children from Zhuangzi's village, Xiaolan, and Zhuangzi's neighbors all ran over to give gifts and chat with the performing children.
"You play the zither better than me. No matter how much I practice, I feel uncomfortable when I press the strings with my left hand."
"Why do your fingers slide so naturally when you play the flute in the half-tone? My voice breaks when I play the flute. "
"How much rosin do you apply to your ponytail? If you apply too much, it'll be too rough. If you apply too little, it'll be hard to hang the strings. "
"Your voice is so beautiful. What do you usually eat to maintain your voice?"
The children looked for others to ask, and at the same time, they gave their things to others.
They were not arrogant because they were the children of Li Family Zhuangzi. If they could not do it themselves, they would try their best to learn from others.
Some of the children had already learned dance moves, expressions, and eyes from others.
Li Yi did not stop them. If the children could discover their own shortcomings and were willing to learn, he should encourage them.
"I'm here, I'm here. I heard that there are cute children performing. I can't help it. I'm definitely not attracted by the beauty of Nanqu's' Great Master '."
When Li Yi picked up another skewer to grill, a large group of people rushed over. Bi Goo walked in front in a hurry.
Li Yi smiled. "Old Bi, I believe you."
"Aiya, Xiao Yi, you know me best." Bi Goo stood there holding a skewer.
"If you don't exercise, you can't do anything in front of beautiful women," Li Yi added.
Bi Goo: "…"
He wanted to tell Li Yi, "Old heart, you're too stubborn!"
"Exercise will do?" Lu Huaishen interrupted.
"Exercise, medicine, and minor surgery. If you use all three, even the worst condition can be improved. Some people only need to use one of the first two!"
Li Yi was more honest in this aspect. He did not lie.
"Xiao Yi, I've just come up with a new dish. Why don't you come to my house tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? I'll make it for you to try."
Lu Huaishen had a sincere look on his face as if he wanted to discuss the art of cooking with Li Yi.
"Xiao Yi, I have a friend. He always laments the loss of time. The past is hard to recall. He has a concubine at home. He wants to find …" Li Rizhi looked at Liu Youqiu and Li Yi.
Liu Youqiu said, "Just tell me. There's no need to trouble others. I'll admit it."
Li Rizhi: "…"
I'm just looking at you. I'm not talking about you. Don't you know what I mean? Our friendship is over!
"Brother Yi, if a child learns these things, how will they make a living in the future?"
As Li Longji watched the show, he suddenly thought of what his children would do when they grew up.
"The Pear Garden built by Her Majesty is not bad. In the future, there will be weddings, funerals, festivals, birthdays, gatherings, welcoming guests, sending people off, and even going to the place where performances are held to watch performances."
Li Yi told him everything he could think of. In the Tang dynasty, there was no radio, no TV, and no mobile phone to surf the Internet.
When he was poor, he could only hum a folk tune that he had learned from god knows where and had changed countless times.
In order to save fuel, he went to bed immediately after dark.
In summer, the sky would already be dark at around seven o 'clock. It would not be bright until five o' clock the next morning. Ten hours of sleep would save him a lot of food.
In the future, when the standard of living improved, everyone could not just stay at home and read books with oil lamps. They needed entertainment.
At this time, they needed a professional team to support cultural activities. When performing for the rich, they had to be more elegant. When performing for the poor, they had to be as vulgar as possible.
"The Pear Garden has been writing songs about the military and praising the Tang dynasty." Li Longji was too embarrassed to say that there were many praises for him.
"It's also possible that when they grow up, they will start to study in schools. I'm preparing to publish a large number of textbooks, including biology, nature, handicrafts, and other content for children's school.
Further up, it will involve chemistry, physics, and more advanced mathematics. If they are willing to learn other languages, they can find someone to teach them.
I'm afraid that the aristocratic families and people from Confucianism will find trouble with me. I don't dare to do so. Should I invite some of their leaders to discuss this? "
Li Yi said that he was afraid, but his face did not show the slightest bit of concern.
"Good!" While they were talking, another performance was finished. Everyone hurriedly shouted and clapped.
The dancing children were panting and smiling brightly. They ran to the side to drink fruit juice.
"That's enough. Go and play. I'll start the performance tomorrow. Let's rehearse." Li Yi was afraid that the children would be tired. It was a hot day now.
"Let's watch cartoons." Li Longji followed and shouted.
"It's a pity that I don't have the equipment I exchanged in Zhuangzi. I should find someone to make cartoons. I'll use manual drawing, video recording, and dubbing."
Li Yi suddenly thought of the cartoons produced in the Tang dynasty. Now, the only cartoons he could play were the Smurfs.
At that time, his cartoons were produced in China, and they were lagging behind a lot.
No one was willing to invest money in them. They had a poor sense of brand awareness.
His favorite cartoon was Cat and Mouse. The characters were cute, and the best was the soundtrack.
The little mouse stole a piece of cheese and carried it on his back. The cat piled more and more things on the cheese. When the little mouse crossed the "bridge", the soundtrack was the song of the Volga River boatman.
As he watched and listened, he smiled knowingly. Her pursuit of art was perfect.
Li Longji could not see Li Yi's heart. He watched the child being pulled away by other children. "If you draw it, others can't see it. Can you exchange the water curtain for every state in the Tang dynasty?"
"There will be new technology in a few years. It's similar to the camera. I'll draw you two pictures of Zhu Bajie eating watermelon."
Li Yi had already planned. He did not want to play with his lifespan. He would just give it to Zhuangzi.
Before he finished speaking, the box had been opened, and Qing Song was looking for paper and pen.
He took the pencil and paper and gently put them on the table. Behind him, Purple Jade bypassed him and put the red and blue lead pencil on the table.
Li Yi picked up the red and blue lead pencil. Zhu Bajie eating watermelon must have color.
He took the black pencil. How should he control the light to draw the watermelon?
The highest level of sketching was not perspective and lines.
While some people pursued how to draw the things they saw, others had already considered the problem of light.
Sitting in the same position and looking at the same scenery at different times.
Li Yi could not draw the same scenery. He was not at that level. He only knew the theory.
Not long after, the two pictures of Zhu Bajie eating watermelon were finished. One held the watermelon and did not eat it, while the other bit it. Most of the other parts were the same.
He picked up the chopsticks, rolled up the first picture, and put it on the second one.
He pulled and pulled the chopsticks. When he was fast, he saw Zhu Bajie eating the watermelon one bite after another.
"Third Brother, look, this is a cartoon. Put many similar pictures in succession. More than a person's visual retention, a coherent picture is formed.
The more pictures there are at the same time, the more natural it looks. At a certain level, it can't be felt.
Usually, a clock's second hand moves once to the end. More than a dozen pictures are actually enough. If there are few pictures, it will look a little sluggish. "
Li Yi put the toy in front of Li Longji. How many times do you want to play?
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