Liu Xiao, who had not slept peacefully, woke up early, washed up and opened the door for business.
Unfortunately, the whole morning passed without a single customer coming.
Liu Xiao was not in a hurry. After practicing the self-portrait all morning, he felt that his skills had not deteriorated.
Then I wrote a poster and posted it.
The content is very simple:
Purely hand-painted paintings cost 10 yuan a piece and 20 yuan for color. Landscapes, portraits, and imaginary scenes can all be customized.
A self-portrait is also attached below.
Liu Xiao in the painting has an expressionless face, but with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, he is extremely handsome.
Others looked at Ding Ming and thought he was deliberately beautifying himself.
It’s best to think like this, who doesn’t want a perfect portrait of themselves?
Liu Xiao's price was very low because he needed to solve the food problem quickly.
Soon it was lunch time, and Liu Xiao sat on the chair at the front desk and waited.
Lunch time passed, and in the afternoon, Liu Xiao was still sitting on the chair waiting.
Just when he thought he was going to be hungry for two days, a young figure finally appeared in front of the door.
A beautiful figure turned out to be a young girl, in her early twenties at most, wearing an elegant gauze skirt.
Seeing her timid look, Liu Xiao was the first to speak: "Welcome, what would you like to order? Or do you want a painting?"
The little girl was in a hurry, making gestures and explaining for a long time. Liu Xiao finally understood that she was the daughter of the owner of the jewelry store next door, and she didn't buy anything or ask for paintings.
Maybe they are visiting here. It seems that ordinary people in this world are very kind.
"I saw the poster you posted. The price is really high... No, I'm not saying your paintings are too expensive. I mean... good paintings are more expensive."
Seeing her nervous explanation, Liu Xiao was startled.
Is it expensive? I just want to have a bite to eat, and this price can really only guarantee that I can barely eat enough, and it can sell more than two or three pictures every day. How is it expensive?
Liu Xiao's silence made the little girl extremely embarrassed, and she kept explaining: "I really don't mean anything else..."
"It's okay, I don't know how much it should be, so I just wrote down the price. In fact, I haven't painted for a long time, and I want to set a price that is acceptable to ordinary people. I just use it to practice my skills. What do you think is appropriate?"
"Well, it only costs two or three yuan to take a photo in a photo studio, so this price may be more appropriate, because your painting is really beautiful."
Although the little girl praised her at the end, Liu Xiao still understood her unspoken thoughts:
Other people's paintings may not be worth two or three yuan, but if your painting is good, it can be priced at the same price as a photo studio.
He turned his head and looked at the watercolors, paints, brushes and other items on the wall behind him. The prices all started in double digits.
At such a price, it’s hard to sell it!
This price misled Liu Xiao, making him think that the currency here had the same purchasing power as in his previous life.
Liu Xiao quickly took back the posters outside.
Then he took out another self-portrait and re-wrote on it. The price was changed to one yuan per painting and one point and a half yuan for color paintings.
After posting it again, Liu Xiao let out a long sigh.
Fortunately, the language here is as proficient as the native language, and there is no obstacle to communication and writing. Otherwise, I might really starve to death.
Back indoors, the two were silent for a while, making the scene extremely awkward.
Liu Xiao now only knows that the other party is the daughter of the owner of the jewelry store next door, and doesn't even know her name.
From his perspective, it was the first time he met the other person, so he didn't know what to talk about.
"Sit down."
Liu Xiao felt that the other party was much older after all. He could sense the little girl's embarrassment, so he invited the other party to sit down first.
"No, no, no, I wanted to come and ask you if you have any plans for tomorrow."
The little girl asked with a blushing face. Behind Liu Xiao's sight, she twisted her hands together, showing her nervousness.
tomorrow?
Liu Xiao thought for a moment, if he didn't starve to death, he should still sit here and wait for the opening, right?
Or go out and find other jobs to earn a living first.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt very pitiful. Why did he have to worry about starving to death after traveling through time in a body that looked so glamorous?
"Eh? No arrangements?"
The little girl looked surprised, almost making Liu Xiao think that not having arrangements in this world was something that was looked down upon.
"No, no, my mother asked me to ask if there will be an event to worship the gods at the temple tomorrow during the Chinese Valentine's Day. Will you go..."
Liu Xiao just wanted to shake his head, but immediately hesitated.
He originally thought that this world was the same as the previous life, a non-religious race. After all, they looked exactly the same. If they were put together, anyone would think they were from the same ethnic group.
But I didn't expect that she mentioned a place like "temple".
Is there a god in this world?
No, no, maybe I just believe in God.
Liu Xiao felt that he needed to go take a look. After all, when technology develops to a certain extent, all supernatural phenomena will be officially controlled, and religion is the focus of control.
Even if it is just an ordinary activity, you can learn about the local customs and customs here.
Seeing Liu Xiao's hesitation, the little girl tentatively said: "Actually, many people don't go. It doesn't matter if you don't want to go... all the people who go are young people, and there are more couples..."
Her voice became softer and softer, becoming a bit like a murmur.
Liu Xiao's heart moved and she asked:
"What's the date tomorrow?"
"Six...ah no, today is the 6th, tomorrow is the 7th... Chinese Valentine's Day."
The little girl's face turned redder, and she said as if she was deliberately reminding Liu Xiao: "I will go alone tomorrow."
ah!
Liu Xiao suddenly realized that although he had been single for nearly thirty years, he was not an idiot, so he naturally understood what the other party meant.
It seems that the Chinese Valentine's Day also has a special meaning here, and because of the temple, there are also special activities.
Liu Xiao naturally wanted to take a look, but he couldn't go with him.
"I don't know what to call you, what's your name?" Liu Xiao asked.
The little girl's face suddenly froze. For a moment, shame, anger and grievance rushed into her heart, and tears fell uncontrollably.
She wiped her tears and rushed out of the door, muttering aggrievedly: "I said I didn't want to come, but my mother insisted on me coming... wu wu wu..."
Ah this...
Even though Liu Xiao is usually a calm person, he was quite embarrassed at the moment.
And it's not a good thing to be hostile to your neighbors.
Not long after, when Liu Xiao was thinking about how to apologize, the child's mother came to the door.
She is a middle-aged woman who looks amiable. Although she is slightly stout, she dresses carefully and wears her hair in a wooden hairpin, which gives her a rather ancient charm.
The other party smiled before saying anything and said: "Boss Liu."
"good afternoon!"
Liu Xiao didn't know who the other party was, so she could only say hello first.
"Good afternoon? Now Boss Liu has learned to do one thing in front of others and another in front of others?"
Liu Xiao stood up and said doubtfully: "Please give me some advice."
"Still pretending to be stupid, you were sent back by the police yesterday afternoon?
"I naturally believe in your character and don't think you have committed any crime, so I don't care about other people's words and asked Xiaojin to come and see you.
"It turned out to be a good thing for you. You made Xiao Jin cry back. Can Boss Liu explain to me, an orphan and a widowed mother?"
Liu Xiao finally knew that the little girl just now was called Xiaojin, and also understood that the other person was Xiaojin's mother.
After thinking about it, he could only sigh: "You don't know, I had a car accident last night, and the police sent me back.
"Although I didn't appear to be injured, I lost my memory and forgot everything except my name.
“What I just did was really unintentional, I just wanted to ask Xiaojin’s name.
"Actually, including you, I forgot to change my name."
After hearing this, Xiaojin's mother was shocked and said: "Really? Where is the injury? You don't look like you are injured?"
"Yes, so the police didn't believe that I had lost my memory and thought I was defrauding the driver."
Seeing that Xiaojin's mother still didn't want to believe it, Liu Xiao could only continue to say miserably:
"I haven't eaten anything since the car accident yesterday morning, because I forgot where the money I saved is, and I can't find the deposit slip. I can only hang this poster, hoping to make some money to eat.
.”
After several exchanges, I couldn't help but believe Liu Xiao's sincere and affirmative tone. Her eyes were full of distress and she said:
"You kid, why didn't you tell me earlier? Just wait, I'll heat up some food for you."
Then, before Liu Xiao could refuse, he hurried back to his store and shouted before leaving: "My surname is Qin, you can just call me aunt."
"Thank you Aunt Qin!"
A moment later, Xiao Jin followed Aunt Qin into the door with a wooden dinner plate in her hands. Her eyes were red, and her eyes were not angry, but full of suspicion.
Put down the dinner plate, bring a bowl of rice and two stir-fried vegetables in front of Liu Xiao, and place the chopsticks on the table.
A plate of unknown vegetables, a plate of beans, a mixture of something that looked like shredded potatoes and some meat.
"This is leftover food, don't dislike it," Aunt Qin said.
“Don’t mind it, thank you very much!”
Liu Xiao thanked the two of them, picked up the chopsticks and said "I'm sorry", and then ate by herself.
Aunt Qin finally believed him completely when she saw that although he was restrained and did not gorge himself on food, he was obviously very hungry.
After whispering a few words of comfort, Hou Hou asked Xiao Jin to stay while he returned to the store.
Liu Xiao chatted with Xiaojin for a few words, explained her situation and apologized.
Xiaojin is an introvert, and she waved her hands repeatedly to show that she would not take it to heart.
After understanding Liu Xiao's specific situation, she thought about it, returned home, picked up a pamphlet and handed it to Liu Xiao.
Liu Xiao took it and saw that it was a travel guide to Jinluo City.
"You said you forgot everything except your own name. I think this should help you understand Jinluo City. I don't know if it will be useful."
"It's useful, it helped a lot, thank you!"
Liu Xiao felt that it was better to express her feelings directly when talking to Xiaojin, otherwise she might make random guesses.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Xiao Jin smiled happily: "Whatever else you need, I can help you find it."
"I want to know something about myself."
"Yourself?" Xiao Jin asked doubtfully.
"Yes, for example, when was the last time you saw me and what was I doing at the time?"
Xiao Jin thought for a while and then said: "I don't remember. In my impression, your shop is always closed and you always stay upstairs. You seem very busy and I rarely see you."
"No details, like what happened?"
Xiao Jin thought about it carefully and shook his head firmly.
Liu Xiao was even more suspicious that the original owner had jumped out of the stone.
"I also want to know things about our country."
After the meal, Aunt Qin brought over a large bowl of soup.
It was obviously freshly cooked, and there were plenty of ingredients, all of which were unnamed.
Liu Xiao thanked him repeatedly, saying that he was very full and could not finish drinking so much.
But Aunt Qin still left the soup behind, and then left again, leaving the two of them alone.
Liu Xiao filled a bowl of soup and chatted with Xiao Jin while eating. He focused on asking questions about the country, the world situation and the temple.
Combined with the travel guide, Xiaojin introduced it carefully.
Although she didn’t know much about many things in depth and could only talk about what ordinary people understood, this was exactly what Liu Xiao wanted:
Common sense that is so basic that it has been forgotten, ignored, and even not regarded as knowledge.
The country is called Shishen Kingdom, and it is one of the more developed countries in the world today. Its capital is Jinluo City.
State power is divided into three parts: the royal family, the temple, and the judicial assembly, among which the temple is the dominant one.
The first year of the year 4606 was the first unification in the history of Shishen Kingdom. It can be said that the inheritance of this country has not been interrupted.
This is very similar to Liu Xiao's previous life, but different.
For example, people here like to wear long gowns, tie their hair, and use hairpins. There are only a few people like him who wear windbreakers.
Of course, there are more improved clothes, clothes that perfectly blend the two styles.
For example, the long skirt on Xiao Jin has the waistband and pendant of traditional clothing, but also the neatness of modern clothing.
Unique beauty.
The legislation uses the lunisolar calendar, with 12 months in a year and leap months.
There are also 24 hours in a day, but some elderly people like to use 12 hours.
The temple is the belief of the people. More than 70% of the people believe in the legend about the God of Creation. The temple is the hall dedicated to the God of Creation.
Legend has it that the God of Creation created everything in the world. He is omniscient and omnipotent. In order to bring peace to mankind, he divided himself into ten parts and turned into ten holy sons.
The Sons of God have their own names, and these names have been passed down and are still used by humans.
Some people believe that they are descendants of the ten Sons of God, so they use their names as their second surnames.
However, this second surname is not officially recognized, so it will not be included in the population register and will only appear in temples or personal genealogy.
Xiao Jin used herself as an example. Her name is Qin Jin, and her first surname is Qin. It is enough to use the name "Qin Jin" in all aspects of life.
But when she was worshiping the gods, she had a second surname called "Fu", so her full name in the temple was actually "Qin Jin-Fu".
The origin of the word "Fu" is the name of one of the ten Holy Sons.
Xiaojin recited the names of the ten Holy Sons very skillfully and said them out quickly: Yi, Xi, Wei, Que, Chong, Qu, Zhuo, Yu, Fu, Cheng.
The Creator God is the only God in the world, so he has no name and no need for a name.
After listening, Liu Xiao cursed: "If this world is really created by a god, then this god may come from the same place as me."