Bai Yujun painted a willow ink painting.

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

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

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

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

The brush is in the corner of the white character as an exclusive mark, the white character contains a unique momentum that is easy to recognize, but also want to become famous in the future and sell at a sky-high price, the monk rarely tosses the painting, ordinary people do not live for decades to have a burp, maybe after death or after a few years will be worth money, there are few who have studied painting for more than 100 years.

Bai Yujun is very attentive to skills, and besides, time can afford to wait, and sit and wait for appreciation.

Little Stone ran through the door with a bang.

"Boss Bai ~ Someone took the bait...... Phew, 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, selling paintings is a big job, the three Zhuquan Temple combinations knew in their hearts that they were not talking about business materials, and they were directly brought to Bai Yujun's hut, the customers were two middle-aged scholars, and the clothes were elegant but very stylish.

A certain white eye lit up, a person who reads at such an age must be rich!

The two scholars didn't expect that the painter would be a little girl, a little amazing and feel unreliable, feel too young and not high skills, I don't know that a certain white never takes the age to say things, eight hundred years of honest business with quality to speak, when the two of them saw the house, especially the largest banner painting, they were shocked, and they were very happy to pay for the silver.

The pair of ten taels of gold is not sold, and if you like it, you can't lose.

and sold two for a total of two hundred taels of silver.

At present, there is no such thing as robbing paintings and not giving money, after all, they are all embarrassed to do that kind of disgrace in the city's literary and art circles, not to mention that two hundred taels is not expensive for rich people.

Lao Huixian has been completely convinced, and people are more angry than demons.

Thinking back to taking the two children to eat bran vegetables, it was not easy to earn some copper coins and broken silver, for a few years, it was not as much as what others earned in the morning, two hundred taels, and it was not so fast to grab money.

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

Give Hye-hyun a hundred taels.

"Thank you, Lord Bai. ”

"It takes a lot of money to rebuild Zhuquan Temple, the poor don't have much money in their hands and can't make money, only those powerful families are rich enough, believe me, soon you will be able to rebuild Zhuquan Temple. ”

"I see...... Wonderful. ”

It will not be open for half a year, and it will be open for half a year.

Selling paintings is not like grocery stores that are constantly busy, more often boring and resting, high profits, easy work, more cost-effective than selling the relics of the ancestors of Jiuli in the deep stream of the canyon, the advantage of picking up rags is that there is no cost, painting needs to invest in spirit, each has its own strengths and weaknesses.

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

Beggars hide in the shadows and fall asleep, scratching lice for each other when they can't sleep, sleeping in the sun on a hot day is easy to burn, and waiting for the sun to go down is the time to beg for food.

I don't know why, it's hard to have an appetite on a hot day, and even if you look at delicious food, you don't have the appetite for it.

The baby fat on the face is gone.

Bai Yujun bought two fruits similar to watermelons, sent one to Zhuquan Temple to combine and kept one for herself, and got some bayberry marinated with cane sugar before, planning to make some food.

Cut the melon in half, use a spoon to dig up the melon pulp into small pieces, and use the melon skin as a large bowl.

Put the sweet and sour bayberry into it, add a little ice cube with a small hand, stir, and make the red sweet and sour melon and plum soup, although there is a better way, but the current conditions can only be so.

Sitting on the threshold obediently, holding the melon skin as big as a basin, his eyes smiled like a crescent.

The copper spoon digs the melon rustling, puts it in the mouth, and the coolness hits the brain......

I feel that from the forehead to the tip of the tail, a tendon is transparent, sweet and sour to quench thirst and cool off the heat, like a happy house Jiaoshui, cool and cool and in a good mood, willow trees are cool and sunny, boats in the water town and rivers come and go, and a white man eats smoothies.

The melon skin is almost dug up, and the rest of the melon skin is sweet and sour juice, and I take it up and drink it on my face.

"Whew~It's very comfortable~"

Wipe your lips.

Eyes staring at the river still can't beat the heart into playing, not playing in the water for a long time always feel that there is something missing in life, but the waterway is too shallow and the water quality is not very good, thinking about waiting for one night to have time to go to the West Lake to play for a while.

......

It hasn't rained much lately and it's hot.

Although there is no shortage of water in Suzhou and Hangzhou, it is not a matter of basking in the sun every day, and they have nothing to do and begin to ask for rain, saying that they are begging for rain, in fact, many people have nothing to do and get together to join in the fun, men, women and children find something to do, so as to save them from pondering.

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

Raised his eyelids and looked.

A group of people are lively and lively, holding up all kinds of branches and grass leaves that are said to ward off evil spirits and attract rain, beating gongs and drums, not knowing that they still think they are getting married, children are running around in the procession, and women are carrying bamboo baskets to eat and chat, which is more lively than festivals.

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

Bai Yujun set the tone for this rain prayer activity, and her eyelids fell and she continued to sleep.

Suddenly, his eyes widened!

"I ...... I...... Do you have such a request for rain!

Very speechless, the people took great pains to ask for rain, try to ask who is in charge of the rain, whether it is just weaned children or old people know that the dragon is responsible for Shi Yun Buyu is in charge of the water system of the world, although the emperor and the prime minister and marshal are powerful, but they can't control the rain, especially there is a white dragon in the world.

The white dragon is made of white paper, and I don't know which longevity store is bad at producing it.

Those who know understand that it is a white dragon, and those who don't know think it is a white rolling pin......

"Hiss ~ brain pain ~"

The people are giggling and holding up the white dragon to parade the street, and the naughty children will come forward to tear off a piece of straw paper, and the gongs and drums will walk from Osmanthus Lane to other alleys and parade the streets, and it 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 the paper dragon in a cage to threaten and intimidate, it is rumored that some places dig graves without rain, and whoever dies in the dry season is considered to have fallen eight lifetimes of mold.

As for Shi Yun Buyu, don't even think about it, the matter of the Central Plains is as little as possible, it is easy to arouse the disgust of the local monks, of course, it is not that he can't help with the rain.

First of all, there must be enough weight for a high-ranking person to open his mouth to invite, such as the emperor to send a document.

In this way, it is for the well-being of all the people to be invited by the emperor to rain, and no one can say half a word.

Drink a fruit smoothie to refresh your body.

"It's almost ...... dragged on"

"Poof~"

For no reason, he muttered to himself, turned his head and spit out a fruit core in the direction of Jinshan......