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After all, it is not a way to only enter but not out, after adding furniture, there is not much money left in Zhu Lu's hand, as long as he finds a way to make some progress, what can he do?

The light in Song Mier's room was turned on overnight, and in the early morning of the second day, Song Mier handed over a few scrolls to Zhu Lu.

"Master, ・・・・・・ this?"

Song Mier smiled lightly, "Yesterday, we bought some pen, ink, paper, and inkstones?" I painted a few paintings last night, you can take them out and see if you can buy them for a good price? ”

The Song family has a family history, Song Mier studied in the palace and then studied calligraphy and painting with Xu Mo as a teacher, and his attainments in calligraphy and painting are not amazing, but there is still some cultivation in the artistic conception of the technique, Song Mier is confident, and there is no problem in selling two paintings to solve the livelihood. She also thought that it was winter, and it would be close to the end of the year in another month or two, and there would be more people who needed calligraphy and painting.

Song Mier waited in the house, there was not much food stored at noon, so she simply boiled an egg and green vegetable porridge and ate it, as for what the porridge tasted like, she didn't pay attention, all she thought about was how much calligraphy and paintings were sold. It wasn't until the evening that Song Mier heard the sound of the door slamming outside, the dumb servant opened the door, and Song Mier greeted Zhu Lu with anticipation.

Zhu Lu shook his head, with guilt, and put the cloth pocket that he had gone out to wrap in the morning back on the table as it was.

"None of them were sold?! How can it be?! ”

Song Mier asked with a slight increase in his voice. When the words fell, he realized that he had lost his temper, his face turned red first, a trace of darkness flashed in his eyes, and he asked slowly: "What is wrong with my painting?" Or do the people of Zhangzhou not like the artistic conception in my paintings? ”

"Master・・・・・・" Zhu Lu's voice was dry, very aggrieved and eight points were substituted for Song Mier, she grew up with Song Mier, how could she ever worry about her livelihood? Have you ever worried about the money for the next meal? But now, he actually asked his master to sell his boudoir calligraphy and paintings for some money, and his heart was sour, and he remembered what happened when he went out today, and he couldn't help but shed tears, and the tears rolled to his cheeks, Zhu Lu reacted, and hurriedly turned his head and quietly wiped his tears.

This made Song Mier anxious, she took two steps and grabbed Zhu Lu's hand: "What's wrong with you?" Is there something going on out there? But someone is in trouble? ”

"No, no." Zhu Lu hurriedly wiped away her tears: "It's the slave maid who is out of shape, master, the slave and maid just think about it, think of ......it, think of it" Zhu Lu swallowed his words, now that the master has finally gotten out of the palace, do you want to force her to go back to the palace against her will? What's more, I don't know what the situation is in the palace now! When she thought of the situation before she fled the palace that day, her heart shuddered! But now there is a family that can't be returned, so I just huddle in this small courtyard, suffering from the pain I have never tasted, but what is it for!

Song Mier saw that Zhu Lu didn't speak for a long time, and he was even more anxious: "Zhu Lu? What's going on?! You're talking! But someone is bullying you? ”

Zhu Lu forced a smile: "Master, where can anyone bully me?" It's just that this calligraphy and painting is really not sellable. ”

It turned out that Zhu Lu took calligraphy and paintings to sell on the street today, but this Zhangzhou is a remote city, and a showman is admired by tens of thousands of people, where are there many people who know how to appreciate calligraphy and painting? There are a few people who come up to see, but when I saw that it was a woman who sold paintings, I couldn't help but ask a few more words, Zhu Lu couldn't say that it was his master's painting, only said that others were selling on behalf of him, and then carefully looked at the calligraphy and painting, the notes were clear, but the pen was not sharp, but I thought it was a woman's handwriting, and the people around shook their heads, and it was not a famous hand, or a woman, and I couldn't see whether it was good or bad, why should I hang a woman's calligraphy and painting in the house for no reason? It's better to go to the back store and buy two jugs of wine to drink.

The stall failed, Zhu Lu went to the shop that sold pen, ink, paper, inkstone and calligraphy and painting, and wanted to sell it on consignment, but whenever the shopkeeper heard that it was not a famous handwriting, nor was it the calligraphy and painting of a genius in Zhangzhou, they all shook their heads, some bad, and even saw Zhu Lu take out the calligraphy and painting, and he didn't look at it, and directly blasted Zhu Lu out.

Song Mier's calligraphy and painting, in the past in Wangjing has never been transmitted, and no one in Wangjing knows Song Mier's name, but even so, Wangjing's literary style is very open, it is a nobody's calligraphy and painting to consign, the owner of the study will also have a good eye, calligraphy and painting have nothing to do with fame, besides, what if a champion is this poor nobody?

Song Mier and Zhu Lu have never known the fireworks in this world, they are used to being high, and they use Wangjing's thinking, thinking about how easy it is to sell a pair of calligraphy and paintings casually, where do they know that it is difficult!

The drop is too big!

Song Mier was also disappointed, but he was also calm, "The calligraphy and paintings can't be sold, let's think of another idea, there are so many roads in this world, people will never starve to death, stupid Zhu Lu, what's there to cry about?" Isn't it because you feel like you didn't sell something? This is not like our Zhu Lu's character, in the past few years, I haven't often seen you cry. ”

Zhu Lu stabilized his emotions, "There is also self-blame, master, I feel that you have been wronged, you see, this courtyard, this environment, and the days when we eat this meal today and will be worried, where can you live!" I'm not worth it for you! I am wronged for you! ”

"Okay, Zhu Lu, step by step," Song Mi'er smiled slightly, "There is no brocade clothes and jade food, but the world is vast, and we can do more." For now, let's try other ways to make money. ”

Zhu Lu's attention was diverted: "What other way does the master have?" ”

Song Mier took out a pair of embroidery from his bosom again: "This is my new embroidery, let's try it on the street together tomorrow, the embroidery may be sold?" ”

Selling embroidery, this is also one of Song Mier's own ways to make money, although he may not make a lot of money, but the temporary food and clothing is enough, and he has to think of a way slowly in the future.

However, in just a few months, he already felt that his livelihood was difficult, and Song Mier couldn't bear to let himself think about how to live the next days, but now he was alone, and he didn't even have a book at hand, let alone flip through the books to find out what his predecessors had done if they encountered this incident. Therefore, going out with Zhu Lu tomorrow is also what Song Mier has thought about, if he has been trapped in this small courtyard, waiting for Zhu Lu to feed himself, what is the difference between it and the palace?

On the second day, Zhu Lu and Song Mier got up early, and after carefully grooming, they went out with embroidery.

Zhu Lu and Song Mier are too outstanding, but they are no longer tracked and searched, two lone women, without relatives and no reason, showing their true faces in this kind of unfamiliar place, it is still a little dangerous, but if they want to sell embroidery, according to their previous down-and-out dress, I am afraid that they will be beaten out as soon as they enter the door.

So according to Zhu Lu's outfit yesterday, only the face was painted yellow, the bangs sparsely covered the eyebrows and eyes, the aura was gone, and the beauty was gone.

Last night, the two decided to try to sell embroidery, so they embroidered five embroideries with auspicious ruyi patterns overnight, one of which was embroidered with Suzhou and the other with double-sided embroidery, which were the two most brilliant. There are several rare embroidery techniques in this world, but Song Mier Zhu Lu can embroider, but it does not mean that the people of Zhangzhou will definitely recognize it, therefore, after thinking about it, the two of them chose the most familiar and test of the world's embroidery methods. When embroidering last night, Zhu Lu frowned again, nothing more than that he and his master used to use embroidery as a plaything to pass the time in their spare time, and the daughter of the Song family did not worry about getting married, so she had no requirements for the female red, the master's embroidery, even if she had to embroider a leaf and a flower, Mrs. Lord, other girls and sons, which one got it was not smiling, as a baby, even Your Majesty He had never got a stitch and a half thread from the master, and now, the master wants to sell embroidery! The most uncomfortable thing about Zhu Lu is not the gap in the identity environment, but the fact that her pampered master seems to accept this gap so calmly, and seems to actively bow her head for her livelihood, how can her heart not hurt? What's even more painful is that she is afraid that her master will be heartbroken by His Majesty in the palace, trampling on herself and staying away from everything before, how can she not be in a hurry?

But no matter how anxious she is, she can't resist her master, and now, there is no other way for the time being, Zhu Lu is heartbroken, and secretly hates herself for being useless.

Zhu Lu's complicated inner activities, but Song Mier didn't know, she never worried about her livelihood, and she never took out the skills she hid to sell, fortunately, she could think about it, except for feeling that she couldn't fall for a while at the beginning, it would be over for a while, the world is big, the food is the biggest, and when you can't eat enough, where is there time to lament your life experience, sad spring and autumn.

Compared with Zhu Lu, Song Mier wants to be more open.

After the two of them dressed up, they wrapped the embroidery in cloth and went out.

I went to the largest embroidery pavilion in Zhangzhou City.

In front of the embroidery pavilion hung a couplet, the upper couplet: "all-encompassing the essence of Tibetan landscapes", the lower couplet said: "Guangrong Qiankun Na Tiandi Jiajing", "Baixiu Building" signboard replaced the horizontal batch. Song Mier stood at the door and carefully looked at the signature couplet for a while. Although it is worthy of the top, the meaning of the text is a little arrogant and vulgar, but it also seems that this embroidery building is inclusive and extensive, it seems that they are in the right place today, Song Mier and Zhu Lu glanced at each other, and their spirits were shocked.

"Hey! Hey, hey! The two at the front doorway! What to do! Stand at the door! Do you want to buy or sell? Don't stand at the door and do business! ”

The first runner in the store opened.

Song Mier and Zhu Lu breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, Zhu Lu's face flushed, and when they turned their lips back, Song Mier held her arm and shook her head gently.

Zhu Lu took a deep breath: "What is this little brother called?" We are here to sell embroidery on consignment, I wonder if you can take the palm of our eyes for us? ”

The runner looked Song Mier and the others up and down, with disdain in their eyes, they didn't look at the embroidery, and waved their hands impatiently: "Let's go, let's not consign here!" Get out and get out! ”