"Cousin, this canvas is really expensive, are you sure you can't do it, if it goes on again, my mother will definitely beat me to death!"

"You just say if you want to sell paintings, right?"

In the Rong family's studio, Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding muttered blindly for a while.

Rong Tianding's face was embarrassed, but he was a little moved.

His paintings belong to large families and cannot afford them.

It's not that the price of Rong Tianding's paintings is high, but that the cost of Rong Tianding's paintings is there, and he can't sell his paintings at the price of breaking bones and vomiting blood.

Really let him sell his paintings cheaply, Rong Tianding keeps his cheap paintings and sells them today, and tomorrow he will see someone washing his canvas by the river to sew clothes.

And this kind of loss-making business will also be discounted by Rong Li.

For such a long time, not a single painting of Rong Tianding was sold.

If he can't sell his paintings, Rong Li can't support him to continue painting, but needs to work at the pig killing stall.

But to do what Zhang Xuezhou did, Rong Tianding couldn't do it again.

Cut the canvas, paint with pig's blood, and depict the vicious pig-headed fairy......

Everything, Rong Tianding feels unreliable.

But his father, who was studying, had been planning for several years, but he had never let him sell a painting, and if he never sold the painting again, Rong Tianding felt that he would inevitably inherit the pork stall and then live a life of killing pigs for the rest of his life.

"Can we ......"

"If you're good at drawing something else, let's draw something else to exorcise ghosts and immortals!"

"Don't, I'm only good at drawing pigs, I'll draw those pig-headed human immortals as you said!"

Rong Tianding waved his hand, and then his face was a little red.

He observes the pig carefully, but the level of drawing the pig can only be regarded as average.

The reason why he is prominent in the line of drawing pigs is simply that other people don't draw pigs.

But painting pigs is really difficult to get into the hall of elegance.

Rong Tianding's dream is to become a court painter who enters and exits the royal family, but he also knows his own ability, and he knows that he probably won't even be able to get out of Rongcheng.

If he can't get out of Rongcheng, he can only continue to cultivate this one-third of an acre of land until the way to sell paintings for a living is completely opened.

But Rong Tianding didn't expect that his painting skills had not improved to the point where the people of Rongcheng bought pictures of hundreds of pigs, and Zhang Xuezhou came up with an idea in a blink of an eye.

Except for the need to make an investment that will inevitably be beaten if it fails, this idea is not bad, and it is worth giving Rong Tianding a try.

He pondered for a long time, and then took the ink line to delineate the cutting area of the canvas.

A canvas is expensive, but it is cheap when cut into dozens of pieces.

But Rong Tianding has little confidence in using pig blood to paint pig's head immortals and sell them.

The cost is reduced, but whether people are willing to buy this fishy painting back is another matter.

He thought about it for a long time, and then he was ruthless in his heart, and cut and painted according to Zhang Xuezhou's way.

"Let's draw it like this, what if people think it's a pig demon?" Rong Tianding said worriedly.

"What kind of pig demon, this is a pig fairy who restrains ghosts," Zhang Xuezhou corrected.

"I really can't see that this is a fairy!"

Rong Tianding looked at the pig blood monster in his pen, and only felt how ugly it looked, whoever bought this kind of thing back was sick in the braincase.

"Cousin, I don't think you know how to draw at all," Rong Tianding said sadly.

"Cousin, you don't understand the market!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.

Although Zhang Weimeng's business was very unsuccessful, Zhang Xuezhou knew some basic factors of selling after hearing and seeing Zhang Weimeng's theories.

Buying and selling will only arise when there is demand.

Rong Tianding practiced painting for another ten years, and the level of painting pigs increased by ten points, but the common people did not have the need to buy a hundred pig pictures, and no matter how high Rong Tianding's painting skills were, it was useless, and in the end, a painting could not be sold.

But in the case of demand, even if Rong Tianding's current painting skills are limited, Rong Tianding can still sell this unqualified work.

"Marketplace?"

Rong Tianding looked dazed.

He glanced at his father, who did not express his opinion, and found it difficult to understand what the market was and why Zhang Xuezhou was able to roughly determine that he could sell these paintings.

"I probably understand some of my eldest nephew's ideas, but Ding'er's painting is really hard to buy," Jia Zhiyuan said.

Jia Zhiyuan is a scholar who entered the Rong family and is Zhang Xuezhou's cheap uncle.

Although Jia Zhiyuan is not a rich man, he is also knowledgeable and has a certain amount of thinking.

He vaguely understood Zhang Xuezhou's idea of selling these pig-headed immortals under the pretext of haunting, but Jia Zhiyuan also had corresponding questions.

"Let's say this is a pig-headed fairy, do others really believe that this is a pig-headed fairy?" Jia Zhiyuan said suspiciously: "And this is a painting smeared with pig's blood, and it can't be done to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts at all!" ”

"Li Erlang said that pig blood, chicken blood, and dog blood can drive away evil spirits, everyone thinks so, we use pig blood to make paintings, why can't we exorcise evil spirits" Zhang Xuezhou smiled: "When others see this kind of painting for the first time, they definitely don't believe that this is a fairy, but we can make a mark to explain!" ”

"Explain?" Rong Tianding said suspiciously: "How do you explain it?" ”

"Others don't know what kind of immortal this is, let's just write the name of a immortal," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Wonderful," Rong Tianding said, "What is the name of the immortal?" ”

"Uncle, do you know the names of the gods in this world?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I have heard that there are immortals in the sacred mountains in the west, and the immortals have established the heavenly court, and the lord of the heavenly court calls himself the Emperor Haotian, and there is the immortal Queen Mother of the West as the queen mother of the world" Jia Zhiyuan thought for a few seconds before responding: "But those immortals are dazzling, and I have never heard of who is the appearance of a pig-headed human body." ”

"There is no pig-headed human body among the immortals?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Probably not, I heard those Taoists say that the immortals are all handsome, and all of them are first-class beautiful men and women in the world," Jia Zhiyuan replied.

"It's a little troublesome" Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said: "But it's not a big problem, since there is no pig-headed fairy, then let's make one!" ”

"Editor?"

Rong Tianding and Jia Zhiyuan exported almost at the same time.

Compared with the limitations of their thinking, Zhang Xuezhou's thinking is too out-of-the-box, and he is even a little bold, and he actually reaches the point of faking immortals.

But the father and son stared at each other for more than ten seconds, and then succumbed.

If they can no longer rely on reading and painting to make a living, one of them needs to continue to sew and mend clothes, and the other has to do the work of killing pigs.

For the sake of their own fate, Rong Tianding and Jia Zhiyuan had to participate in this bold decision.

"Can immortals make it up?" Rong Tianding asked in a low voice, "What if it is verified that there is no such immortal?" ”

"How can he check" Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand and said: "There are really that kind of big people who can verify the immortals, can they come to embarrass us little people?" ”

"There is a Puyun Temple three miles outside the city, and there is a wooden Taoist who is good at driving out ghosts, if we sell the pig blood immortal diagram and affect his business, he will definitely come to the place to expose us and confirm that there is no such immortal in the world" Rong Tianding said.

"Then let's make it up like some, so that he can't find fault" Zhang Xuezhou said: "It's just a Taoist, let's not be afraid, he can still know that all the immortals in the world can't make up, besides, what immortals are made up by people, just allow others to make it up, don't let us make it up!" ”

Zhang Xuezhou is also a person who has experienced great storms and waves, and has even intersected with great cultivators.

With this kind of insight, he didn't have much fear of a mere Taoist, he just felt that the soldiers would come to block the water and cover the earth, and he would deal with it.

"Then how do we make up the names of the immortals?"

"The names of the immortals we make up should be obscure, long, and have an official rank, and the official rank should not be too high, so it is said that it is under the command of a certain immortal, specializing in the hard work of killing demons and catching ghosts, and we must also be able to make up the general origin and what major things we have done to catch ghosts......"

……

Painting overnight.

The next day, Rong Tianding began to show up with panda eyes wide.

Compared with the hard work of killing pigs, he only felt that selling paintings was very good, and this is what a scholar should do.

The only problem is that the paintings sold this time are a bit improper.

He pondered his past ambition to paint, and thought about his current career as a painter, but unconsciously, his painting career seemed to have adjusted in a direction, becoming less different from those Taoists who exorcised evil spirits and drove away ghosts.