Half a month later, counting the Fusang coins in his pocket, Liu Xiu frowned slightly, "I'm short of money, it's time to think about making money...... Practicing martial arts also requires medicinal materials, otherwise the body will not be able to support it! ”

In my mind, there are many ways to make money, but I can't use it.

"Draw to make a living!"

Liu Xiu thought about it, bought an easel, and all kinds of paints, and began to paint. Brush a little bit, and soon a few paintings were ready.

Then, when I got to a corner of the campus, I started setting up a stall.

"Draw a picture, the subject matter is arbitrary, and the price is ten yuan Fusang coins!" Liu Xiu wrote down a sign, then sat under the sun umbrella and flipped through the books. Painting to make money is just a side business, if you forget the main business for the side business, then the cart before the horse.

Soon, a group of students walked up, looking at the price, and frowned.

"It's a good painting, it's just too expensive! Ten yuan Fusang coins, too expensive! Can it be cheaper! One student asked.

"Can't!"

Liu Xiu said.

Several students left.

Another group of people came, looking at the price, shaking their heads and leaving; A group of people came, and another group of people left.

One morning, still without a single guest.

Liu Xiu stood up and packed up his things, there was a class in the afternoon, and he couldn't set up a stall.

In this way, ten consecutive days passed, and it still failed to open.

"Wu An, you can't do this!" Seeing that the business was bleak, Chen Zhen suggested: "Let's reduce the price!" ”

"There's no need to reduce the price!" Liu Xiudao: "Those who are rich don't care about the price; If you don't have money, you won't come to buy it. It seems that the sales method is a little poor! ”

Saying that, he was a little discouraged.

When it comes to the level of painting, he is already at the level of a grandmaster, comparable to Tang Bohu, but his business is still bleak. Is it possible, I really want to become Van Gogh, be poor in life, and honor the world after death. No, no, he wants to learn from Picasso, and the paintings enter the Louvre while he is alive.

"Chen Zhen, idle is idle, I'll paint a picture for you!"

Business was bleak, Liu Xiu observed Chen Zhen for a moment, closed his eyes again, and conceived in his mind. After a long time, I opened my eyes, took out my paintbrush, brushed a little bit, and quickly painted, and after about half an hour, the painting was completed.

"Is this me?"

Chen Zhen looked at the picture, as if looking at himself in the mirror, every pore was clearly visible, especially the "god" in the eyes.

The painting is no longer a dull dead painting, but a god!

"No matter how good it is, is it difficult to learn from Tang Bohu......" Liu Xiu suddenly thought.

In later generations, Tang Bohu's paintings were very famous and could make a lot of money; But in the early days, Tang Bohu's paintings also had a bleak income, in order to make money, for five buckets of rice, Tang Bohu decisively bent his waist and began to paint Gonggong paintings to make a living.

In movies and TV series, Tang Bohu is a rich second generation, free and easy, and he is free to wave; But in reality, Tang Bohu failed to take the imperial examination, failed to become an official, and failed to sell paintings, so he could only paint the palace and make a living. In essence, it is not much different from those online writers who wrote Xiaohuang texts in later generations.

It's hard to succeed, he also has to learn from Tang Bohu.

But Tang Bohu's imperial examination is hopeless, and he is desperate in his heart, just like the so-called broken jar and broken, but he still wants to lose face, and he can't afford to lose that person.

……

In the evening, I went back to the apartment.

Just sat down for a while, there was a knock on the door, Liu Xiu stepped forward to open the door, it was the landlord.

The landlord, a woman in her thirties, dressed in Fusang costume and with an elegant face, said, "Li Jun, it's time to pay the rent!" ”

"Ahem, I've been a little nervous lately, and I'll be sure to pay it next month!" Liu Xiu said embarrassedly.

"Li Jun, life in our family is not easy, as long as this time, if you don't pay it all next time, please leave here!" The landlord's eldest sister threatened.

Liu Xiu could only nod.

The landlord left, and Liu Xiu counted the silver coins in his pocket again, infinitely embarrassed. The career of selling paintings was not smooth, there were difficulties at home, there were not many silver coins in the pocket, and there were difficulties both internally and externally.

"Is it difficult, I really want to be a gentleman on the beam!"

Liu Xiu knocked on the table, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

In the previous task worlds, Liu Xiu was either born as a nobleman or as a prince, born with fine clothes and fine food, and was served by a kind of maid and maid, so he didn't have to worry about money at all, and never worried about money. But this will be in embarrassment.

Now, the martial arts cultivation has recovered a little, and he is proficient in the art of empty hands, if he arrives at the house of a big family, it is easy to steal ill-gotten gains, and he will not leave the slightest handle.

But Liu Xiu was disdainful.

Stealing, robbing, trustlessness, etc., were not taken by the aristocracy.

A nobleman is a nobleman, that is, he abides by virtue, and for the sake of money, it is not worth losing virtue.

…………

When I woke up the next day, after class, I was selling paintings again.

Time was ticking, and at night, no one cared.

Paralyzing!

seemed to be a little angry, Liu Xiu waved his hand, tore off a few paintings directly, and never painted again, the so-called Picasso, the so-called Tang Bohu, get out.

It's better to paint than to carry a treasure.

Let's get to the dock and carry the bag!

As he spoke, he took out a match and burned all the remaining paintings.

The fire was burning, reduced to ashes, and trampled on it a few times.

Breathing a sigh of relief, thinking about future plans...... The anti-bag is acceptable, but it doesn't make much money. It is difficult to support expenses at all, and it is difficult to rob the rich and help the poor.

"Li Jun, why did you burn it!"

At this time, a young girl came, with jet-black hair, the hair coiled into a bun, the contours of the face were extremely beautiful, the eyebrows were picturesque, the complexion was crystalline, soft as jade, and the seductiveness was extremely attractive, a pair of deep eyes were like stars, the waist and upper body were straight, showing the beautiful lines, a well-cut fit, luxurious texture, and a pale green silk long skirt embroidered with exquisite clouds, which looked elegant and noble.

"Hello, Reiko!"

Liu Xiudao.

Lingzi, a nobleman of the Sun Country, has a mysterious identity and used to be the first place in the mechanical department. Since Liu Xiu arrived in the mechanical department, Lingzi slipped to second.

has worked hard many times, but he is still the second.

The relationship between the two is average.

"Li Jun's paintings already have the level of a master, and the level of Zhang Mingren!" Lingzi stepped forward, looked at some of the paintings, and commented.

"When I was fifteen years old, I was able to draw as well as Zhang Mingren, and then I spent my whole life learning how to draw like a child!" Liu Xiu said.

"Why should you learn to draw from children, shouldn't you go beyond yourself?" Reiko asked curiously.

"A child's eyes are the purest and can see the reality of the world; And the eyes of adults, with impurities, fame and fortune, see the world is no longer pure, and it is no longer real! Liu Xiu said: "Today is the last day I sell my paintings!" ”

"Give you flowers for free!"

Liu Xiu said, took out the canvas, looked Lingzi up and down, and finally closed his eyes and started thinking.

After a few moments, I opened my eyes, took out my brush, and began to paint.