Shi Luoyi has always been worried at home, and she doesn't know how this kid will make money, will he do bad things, and will he run into bad people? From morning to dusk, he has been standing at the door and looking, until he saw Du Shenfei jumping over with a cloth bag on his back from the Tiger Wolf Valley, and then he hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Shen Fei, why did you come back so late?"

Du Shenfei laughed and said, "Auntie, it's still early, you see that the sun hasn't gone down." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Shi Luoyi said: "What are you carrying?"

Du Shenfei smiled happily: "It was the rice and meat I bought, and I made money today." Hey, hey!haha!"

When Shi Luoyi heard this, her spirits perked up, and she hurriedly asked, "Shen Fei, have you found a job?"

Du Shenfei said happily: "Well, I'm looking for something to do in a portrait gallery, painting people, and going to work from tomorrow, and I can earn money in the future." ”

Shi Luoyi was also very happy, feeling that the child was finally out of breath, so she made a hearty meal that night to celebrate.

Du Shenfei felt that the portrait sketched with a brush was not good at all, and could only express an outline, but he knew a better way to paint a portrait. When he was fine, he would paint, watching Shi Luoyi and Xie Youlong painting. Because he didn't have a pen, he used soot scraped from a tung oil lamp, and the portraits he drew in this way not only did not fade, but also looked as realistic as real people. So that night he had everything he would need for tomorrow ready, so that he wouldn't forget it tomorrow.

Du Shenfei came very early, at this time Zhao Pucheng's portrait gallery had not yet opened, he walked around the Kaifu Temple, but these monks all got up early, and the morning class was already over.

Zhao Pucheng specially prepared a chair and a table for Du Shenfei.

Du Shenfei pasted two of his own works on the door, painting Xie Youlong and Shi Luoyi, and pasted a piece of paper on the door on the other side, which read: "Charcoal essence portrait, never fade, 100 yuan, 200 door-to-door visits." So he sat down on a chair and waited for the patron to come.

When people walked by saw such a realistic portrait, they all gathered around to see it. I saw a man about forty years old suddenly turn around and run out, and soon helped an old woman of seventy or eighty years old to come over. The man ran out of breath, pointed to the two portraits on the door, and asked, "Little brother, how much does it cost to draw a portrait of my wife?"

Du Shenfei saw it, and hurriedly replied: "Big brother, it is clearly written on the paper, a hundred dollars." The man immediately agreed.

You see, he first sat the old man, hung a square lattice of string in front of the old man, and then took out a piece of white paper that was also full of small lattices, covered it with a thin paper that was almost transparent, and spread it on the table together, and used a square on the paper to correspond to the string net square, so that the length and width of the face were exactly the same as those of the real person. First, use charcoal strips to draw the outline of the facial features on the tissue paper, then take off the thin paper, cover it on a thick piece of paper, clamp it with a clamp, put a piece of rubbing paper painted with charcoal powder in the middle, use a small bamboo stick to rub the outline on the paper, then remove the tissue paper and rubbing paper, use a small wool brush to dip the soot of the tung oil lamp, brush it on the paper continuously, and use a ball of cotton to rub it on the paper at will. In less than a pillar of incense, it was completed.

Everyone was curious, how this kind of image was drawn, and they were all watching from the side, and even Zhao Pucheng was very surprised. I saw this portrait, delicate and realistic, rich in layers, natural transitions, three-dimensional like a real person, even the hair felt like it was fluttering in the wind.

Everyone saw it and applauded in unison.

The man was a dutiful son, very happy, and thought that when his mother saw this image a hundred years later, he would be like a real person.

Since then, the reputation of Du Shenfei's portrait has been very prosperous, and he earns as little as three or four hundred yuan a day, and as much as six or seven hundred. Of course, Zhao Pucheng is also happy, older people, their eyes are also flowery, so that they can get a few hundred wen a day, but they can get more than they have worked all day and night. was so happy that even Du Shenfei's lunch was wrapped.

Although Zhao Pucheng has a sad face, he is not good-looking at all, but Du Shenfei thinks that his daughter is really beautiful.

Zhao Pucheng's daughter is called Zhao Shuimiao, with a pink face and peach blossoms, red lips and white teeth, delicate jade face, and bewitching beauty.

Du Shenfei likes her very much, although they haven't said a word so far, Du Shenfei can feel that Zhao Shuimiao is often secretly looking at herself. But as soon as she turned around, her eyes would immediately avert, and then she would be like a panicked fawn.

It feels as wonderful as the spring breeze blowing on the flowers, the flowers are waiting for the spring breeze to come, but they are worried about the wind causing them harm.

When Du Shenfei has nothing to do, he likes to go to the street. On this day he saw a tailor shop on the side of the street, so he walked in, he wanted to make a good set of clothes, and called the tailor, "Boss, I will make a suit." ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly came over and agreed, and measured Du Shenfei's measurements.

Du Shenfei chose another pink and sky blue fabric, and said, "This one will be made for me as a women's model." ”

The shopkeeper smiled and asked, "Dare to ask the guest officer, is it for his fiancée?"

Du Shenfei smiled: "No, I don't have any fiancée? I want to do it for my mother." ”

The shopkeeper said: "Guest officer, if you make it for Ling Ci, you should choose a fabric with a darker color, which is not so fancy, but more stable and old." ”

Du Shenfei shook his head and said, "With this color, my mother is not old. ”

The shopkeeper asked, "Have you ever seen Ling Ci in Xia, what size is it made of?"

This Du Shenfei didn't understand, but when he looked up, he saw that the proprietress of the tailor shop was busy behind, so he said: "Just follow her figure, but make it a little smaller." ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly agreed.

After paying the deposit, I came to an ironsmith shop, which was full of swords and silver light.

Du Shenfei looked at it once, took a knife from the shelf, and asked, "Boss, how much does it cost to hit a knife like this?"

The blacksmith raised his head and replied nonchalantly, "Guest, it costs five dollars to hit this single knife." ”

Du Shenfei suddenly thought, didn't he pick up an iron ball in the valley last time? I don't know what it is, so he asked, "What if I provide iron myself?"

The blacksmith said: "You can also fight, three and a half dollars." ”

Du Shenfei listened, went out of the blacksmith shop, and saw that there was a jewelry shop on the right side of the door, Du Shenfei walked in, he bought a four-butterfly silver step hairpin, which was given to Shi Luoyi. Then he took a fancy to a topaz bracelet, and he wanted to give this to Zhao Shuimiao.

The next day, Du Shenfei really brought the iron ball from home to the blacksmith shop, and the blacksmith looked at it and said: "Guest, this octahedral iron stone is different from ordinary iron, it is so heavy, extremely hard, it is difficult to beat, and it takes at least five yuan to beat." ”

Du Shenfei listened to it, and had no opinion, so he paid the deposit at the moment and looked at the portrait hall again.