Bai Yujun painted an ink painting of willow trees.

Different from the popular abstract painting methods, Bai Yujun prefers to be realistic and use slightly light colors. The paintings are all real scenery that he sees, such as willow trees, lotus flowers, and black and gray carp.

The ink stains on the rice paper slowly seeped out, the willow leaves stretched and took shape, and it took less than a morning to create a first-class painting.

Maybe the technique is a little lacking without the guidance of a famous teacher, but the charm is outstanding. You can feel the spirit of the painting at a glance. To put it bluntly, it has a soul.

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

The brush has white characters on the corners as an exclusive mark. The white characters contain a unique momentum that is easy to recognize. They also think about becoming famous and selling for a sky-high price in the future. Monks rarely bother with painting. Ordinary people will burp in less than a few decades, maybe after death.

Or it will only become valuable after a few years. There are not many people who have been studying painting for more than a hundred years.

Bai Yujun is very passionate about his skills, and he can afford to wait for his skills to appreciate in value.

The little stone ran through the door with a bang.

"Boss Bai~ Someone took the bait... Bah, someone wants to buy the painting~"

"Bring it here and I'll talk."

The little stone with a bright head ran back to the next door. Selling paintings was a big job. The three Zhuquan Temple group knew that they were not business material, so they took them directly to Bai Yujun's hut. The customers were two middle-aged scholars.

, the clothes are simple but elegant.

A certain white eye lit up, a scholar at such an old age must be rich!

The two scholars did not expect that the painter would be a little girl. They were a little surprised but also felt that it was unreliable. They felt that she was too young and her skills were not high. I don’t know that Bai never talked about age. He has been doing business honestly for 800 years and let quality speak for himself.

The two of them were shocked when they saw the largest banner in the room, and they were very happy to pay for it.

Twelve taels of gold is not worth selling, even if you like it, you will like it, and a scholar cannot spend money on it.

I sold two paintings for a total of two hundred taels of silver.

So far, there has been no such thing as people snatching paintings without giving them money. After all, people in the city's literary and art circles are too embarrassed to do such embarrassing things. Besides, two hundred taels is not expensive for rich people.

Old Huixian has been completely convinced, and he is more infuriating than a monster.

I think back to how I managed to earn some copper coins and some silver by taking my two children to eat glutinous rice. It has been a few years, but it is not as much as the two hundred taels that other people earn in one morning, and it is not so fast to steal money.

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

Give Huixian one hundred taels.

"Thank you, Donor Bai."

"It takes a lot of money to rebuild Zhuquan Temple. The poor don't have much money to earn money. Only those powerful and aristocratic families are rich enough. Believe me, you will be able to rebuild Zhuquan Temple soon."

"So...it's so good."

If it is not open for half a year, it will be open for half a year.

Selling paintings is not like the constant hustle and bustle of a grocery store. It is more boring and resting. The profit is high and the work is easy. It is more cost-effective than setting up a stall to sell the relics of Jiuli ancestors taken out of the deep canyon. The advantage of picking up rags is that there is no cost.

Painting requires dedication, and each has its own strengths and weaknesses.

The weather is still hot, and the gurgling water in the river outside the shop brings a little coolness.

The beggars hid in the shadows and slept soundly. They couldn't sleep and scratched each other's lice. Sleeping in the sun on a hot day can easily cause burns. They stayed still and waited for the sun to go down before it was time to beg.

I don’t know why, but it’s hard to have an appetite when it’s hot, and I lose my appetite even when I look at delicious food.

All the baby fat on my face is gone.

Bai Yujun bought two watermelon-like fruits, gave one to Zhuquan Temple and kept one for himself. He also got some bayberries that had been braised with cane sugar and planned to make some delicious food.

Cut the melon in half, use a spoon to break the pulp into small pieces, and use the rind as a large bowl.

Put the sour and sweet bayberries in, add some ice cubes with your hands, stir, and the red, sweet, sour and cold melon and plum soup is ready. Although there are better ways, this is the only way to do it due to current conditions.

Sitting obediently on the threshold, holding a melon rind as big as a basin and smiling like a crescent moon.

The copper spoon made a rustling sound when digging into the melon, and when I put it in my mouth, a cool feeling hit my forehead...

It feels like a vein from the forehead to the tip of the tail is transparent, sweet and sour, quenching thirst and relieving the heat, like a happy house flood water, cool and refreshing, good mood, the willow trees are cool and the sun is shining, boats are coming and going in the rivers of the water town, and a white man is eating smoothies.

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When you have almost dug out the melon rind, there is still sweet and sour juice left in it. Pick it up and slurp it on your face and drink it.

"Huh~ It's very comfortable~"

Wipe your lips.

I stared at the river but still couldn't beat my heart out to play in it. I feel like something is missing in my life after not playing in the water for a long time. However, the water channel is too shallow and the water quality is not very good. I am thinking about going to the West Lake one night when I have time to play.

Son.

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It hasn't rained much recently and the weather is hot.

Although there is no shortage of water in Suzhou and Hangzhou, it is not a problem to be exposed to the sun every day. I started to pray for rain when I had nothing to do. I said I was praying for rain, but in fact many people had nothing to do and gathered together to join in the fun. Men, women, old and children found something to do to save themselves from thinking about it.

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A certain Bai was out of breath, lying down and taking a nap when he suddenly heard a noise outside.

He raised his eyelids and took a look.

A group of people were busy holding up various branches and leaves, which are said to ward off evil spirits and attract rain, and beating gongs and drums, who thought they were getting married. Children were running around and playing in the queue, and women were carrying bamboo baskets to eat and chat about household matters. It was a festival.

Still lively.

"This is not asking for rain, this is just a folk custom."

Bai Yujun set the tone for this rain-seeking activity and continued to sleep with his eyelids falling.

Suddenly his eyes widened!

"I...I...do you pray for rain like you do? That's too much!"

I am speechless. The people have gone to great lengths to pray for rain. Who is in charge of rainfall? Everyone knows, whether they are newly weaned children or octogenarians, that the dragon is responsible for spreading clouds and rain and controlling the water system of the world. Although the emperor, prime minister, and marshal are powerful, they cannot control rainfall. Especially in the world, there are rumors that

A white dragon.

The white dragon is made of white paper, and I don’t know which longevity food store is bad enough to make it.

Those who knew knew it was a white dragon, but those who didn’t knew thought it was a white rolling pin...

"Hiss~My brain hurts~"

The common people paraded through the streets laughing and holding up the white dragon. Naughty children would even come forward and tear off a piece of papyrus. They walked from Osmanthus Alley to other alleys and paraded through other alleys with the sound of gongs and drums, even in the hot weather.

It is impossible to rain. Bai Yujun can see that there has been no rain in the past month.

Not bad, at least they didn't put the paper dragon in a cage and threaten them. It is said that in some places, graves are dug up when there is no rainfall. If a family member dies in the dry season, it will be considered bad luck for eight lifetimes.

As for Shi Yunbu Yu, don't even think about it. Try to do as little as possible when it comes to matters in the Central Plains. It may easily arouse the resentment of the local monks. Of course, it doesn't mean that you can't help with the rain.

First, there must be someone with enough weight and high status to invite you, for example, the emperor sends a document.

In this way, it is raining at the invitation of the Emperor for the welfare of all people, and no one can say no.

Drink a glass of fruit smoothie to feel refreshed.

"It's almost gone..."

"Pfft~"
Chapter completed!