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Bai Yujun painted an ink painting of a willow tree.

Different from the popular abstract painting method, Bai Yujun prefers to be realistic and uses light colors slightly, and the paintings are all the real scenery he sees, willows, lotus flowers, black and gray carp.

The ink stains on the rice paper slowly seeped out, the willow leaves stretched out and took shape, and it took less than a morning to paint a high-quality painting.

Maybe there is no famous teacher's guidance in terms of skills, but the charm is outstanding. At a glance, you can feel the spirit of the painting, and to put it bluntly, it has a soul.

Back then, I had a deep understanding of ink painting in the Dragon Soul Space. With the help of Dragon Soul, who in the world can compare?

The writing brush has white characters on the corners as an exclusive mark. The white characters contain unique momentum and are easy to identify. They also think that they will become famous and sell for sky-high prices in the future. There are very few monks tossing paintings. Or it will be valuable after a few years, and few have studied painting skills for more than a hundred years.

Bai Yujun is very attentive to his skills, and besides, he can afford to wait and wait for the appreciation.

Small stone bang bang ran through the door.

"Boss Bai~ Someone is taking the bait...Bah, someone wants to buy a painting~"

"Bring it here, I'll talk."

The small stone with a bright head ran back to the next door again. Selling paintings is a big job. The three Zhuquan Temple groups knew that they were not talking about business, so they took them directly to Bai Yujun's hut. The customers were two middle-aged scholars. , Although the clothes are simple and elegant, they are very stylish.

A certain white eyes lit up, a scholar at such an old age must be rich!

The two scholars did not expect that the painter would be a little girl. They were a little surprised and felt unreliable. They felt that their skills were too young. The two were shocked when they saw the largest banner in the room, especially the largest banner, and they were very happy to pay for it.

The pair of 12 taels of gold is not sold, if you like it, you will like it, and a scholar can't lose his family.

Sold two pieces for a total of two hundred taels of silver.

At present, there is no such thing as not giving money for robbing paintings. After all, it is all embarrassed by the literary and art circles in the city to do such shameful things, not to mention that 200 taels are not expensive for the rich.

Old Huixian has completely subdued, and people are more angry than demons.

Looking back on taking two children to eat chaffyencai and finally earning some copper coins and broken silver, after a few years, it is not as much as people earn in one morning, 200 taels, and they are not so quick to grab money.

"This is your share, work hard to improve your performance in the future~"

One hundred taels for Huixian.

"Thank you, Patron Bai."

"It takes a lot of money to rebuild Zhuquan Temple. The poor don't have much money and can't make money. Only those powerful and noble families have enough money. Believe me, you will be able to rebuild Zhuquan Temple soon."

"It turns out that it is... good."

Not open for half a year, open for half a year.

Selling paintings is not like a grocery store that is constantly busy, more often bored and rested, the profit is high, and the work is easy. It is more cost-effective than setting up a stall to sell the relics of the ancestors of Jiuli that were taken out of the deep canyon. The advantage of picking up junk is that there is no cost. Painting requires dedication, and each has its own strengths and weaknesses.

The weather is still hot, and the gurgling water of the river outside the shop brings a little coolness.

Beggars hid in the shadows and slept soundly. Those who couldn’t fall asleep caught lice from each other. Sleeping under the sun on a hot day could easily get burnt. It was time to beg for food when they didn’t move until the sun went down.

I don't know why, it's hard to have an appetite in the hot weather, even if I look at the delicious food, I don't have the desire to speak.

The baby fat on the face is gone.

Bai Yujun bought two fruits similar to watermelons, sent one to Zhuquan Temple and kept one for himself. He got some bayberry that had been marinated with cane sugar before, and planned to make some delicious food.

Cut the melon in half, dig the pulp into small pieces with a spoon, and use the rind as a large bowl.

Put the sweet and sour bayberry in, add a little ice cubes with small hands, stir, and make the red, sweet and sour melon and plum soup. Although there is a better way, it can only be done under the current conditions.

Sitting on the threshold obediently, holding the pot-sized melon rind, his eyes were crescents with a crescent smile.

The copper spoon digs the melon rustling, put it in the mouth, the coolness hits the forehead...

It feels like a rib from the forehead to the tip of the tail is transparent, sweet and sour to quench thirst and relieve the heat, like a happy house in the water, cool and refreshing, good mood, willow trees are cool and sunny, small boats come and go in water towns and rivers, a certain white eats ice cream .

After digging, there is still sweet and sour juice left in the melon rind. I picked it up and drank it with a gurgling on my face.

"Hoo~ very comfortable~"

Rub your lips.

I stared at the river and still couldn't beat my heart to play. I didn't play in the water for a long time. I always felt that there was something missing in my life, but the water was too shallow and the water quality was not very good. Son.

...

It hasn't rained much recently, and the weather is hot.

Although Suzhou and Hangzhou are not short of water, it is not a problem to be in the sun every day. When I have nothing to do, I start to ask for rain. It is said that many people have nothing to do and get together to join in the fun. .

A certain white was lying down and taking a nap in the shop, when he suddenly heard a noise outside.

He raised his eyelids and glanced.

A group of people are bustling and holding up all kinds of branches and grasses that are said to ward off evil spirits and attract rain, beat gongs and drums, don’t know if they think they are getting married, children sneak around in the team, run wild and play, women carry bamboo baskets to eat and talk about home, more than festivals Also lively.

"It's not asking for rain, it's just a folk custom."

Bai Yujun set the tone for this rain-seeking activity~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Eyelids fell and continued to sleep.

Suddenly eyes widened!

"I...I...have you guys begging for rain like that! It's too much!"

Very speechless, the people went to great lengths to ask for rain, and asked who was in charge of the rain. Whether it was a newly weaned child or an old man, Shenlong was in charge of Shi Yunbuyu and was in charge of the water system of the world. A white dragon.

The white dragon is made of white paper, and I don't know which longevity material store produced it.

Those who know understand that it is a white dragon, but those who do not know think it is a white rolling pin...

"Hey~ my brain hurts~"

People laughing and laughing hold high the white dragon parade through the streets, naughty children will step forward and tear off a piece of grass paper, gongs and drums go from Osmanthus Alley to other alleys to parade through the streets, and the weather is not too hot.

It is impossible to rain, Bai Yujun can see that there has been no rain in the past month.

It's okay, at least I didn't put paper dragons into cages to threaten and intimidate. It is rumored that some places will dig graves without rain, and whoever family members die in the dry season will be considered bad for eight lifetimes.

As for Shi Yunbuyu, don't even think about it. Try to reach out as little as possible about matters in the Central Plains, which will easily arouse the disgust of the local monks. Of course, it is not impossible to help the rain.

First of all, there must be enough high-ranking people to invite them, such as the emperor issuing a document.

In this way, it is raining at the invitation of the emperor for the well-being of the people, and no one can say a word.

Refresh yourself with a glass of fruit smoothie.

"It's almost dragged..."

"Pfft~"

Without any reason to talk to himself, he turned his head and spit out a fruit pit in the direction of Jinshan...

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