"So you can sell me paint? Aren't you afraid of offending Tongbao Pavilion?"
Jiang Yan didn't expect that things would turn out differently.
"Tongbao Pavilion can cause trouble for your scribes and painters, but it has nothing to do with me. The three generations of masons in my family are most in need of paint. Of course I have what Tongbao Pavilion has, but I can't break the rule of friends being friends. I still have to collect the money.
of"
"what price"
"The paints used by painters are nothing more than four colors of cyan, red, purple, and yellow, and then added with ink. They are divided into three grades according to their textures, the lower grade is five taels per qian, the middle grade is 200 taels per qian, and the top grade is 5,000 taels.
One penny. Purple is the most rare, and the same purple pigment is twice as expensive as other colors."
“So expensive”
Jiang Yan was a little stunned. The gap between high-grade and medium-grade paint was dozens of times. One kilogram of top-grade paint cost half a million taels of silver. No wonder Lu Daoxuan's face twitched when he was using paint in Nanping Town!
"Although paint is expensive, it is much cheaper than your painter's paintings. As long as the paintings are of high quality, even if they are low-quality, they will cost at least a hundred taels a pair."
"Is it so expensive? What about ordinary products?"
"At least a thousand taels, and more than two or three thousand for those with outstanding painting skills."
Jiang Yan's heart twitched after hearing this, and then he remembered the 600-tael Chunxuan painting. It was a fine painting among ordinary products. He thought he had made a profit, but he didn't expect that he would lose blood!
"I have six hundred taels now. Give me some of them except purple. They are inferior paints."
Although he can make it himself, the ones he sells in pharmacies are of really inferior quality and do not contain any spiritual energy. It takes three or four paintings to achieve a low-quality painting.
"Then you come home with me to pick it up."
Lin'an City was not that big, with only four to five hundred thousand people. Instead of entering the city, the two of them wandered most of the outside of the city. Within an hour, they arrived at the place where he lived, which was somewhat remote and had a thatched hut built near a stream.
"My grandpa is old and has worked as a stonemason all his life. Many people say that his temper is as smelly and hard as the stones in the latrine, so he lives outside the city. If he says anything that offends you, please don't mind."
"how could be"
Jiang Yan knew that all capable people have their own tempers, especially Lin Fan who went out of his way to say hello to prove his extraordinary status.
Before entering the thatched cottage, there was an old man lying at the door, very drunk and dirty.
When he heard someone coming, the old man got up from the ground, holding on to the door frame and looking at Lu Yufu and Jiang Yan.
"Go away, I don't welcome outsiders here," the old man said drunkenly.
"Grandpa, he is here to buy paint."
"Painter?"
After looking up and down for a few times, the old man unexpectedly moved out of the way without looking for trouble.
"It's not as fierce as you said."
Lu Yufu was also a little surprised. Has this old man changed his temper today?
Jiang Qian looked curiously at the place where the stonemason lived. There was a huge craftsman's furnace and various strange stones in the yard. One of the huge stones was actually carved into a lifelike human head, even the eyebrows and beards.
See clearly.
Lu Yufu took some paint from the shelf, divided it into several small bags, put them together, and then handed them to Jiang Gu.
“The portion size is wrong”
With 600 taels, he could only buy a pound of paint at most, but after weighing the bag, it definitely weighed more than that.
“This is the first time you come to buy from me, and the rest will be treated as extra gifts.”
"Thank you very much"
"If you trust me, I will help you make that piece of red sweat stone into paint, and you won't have to pay a penny to make me a friend."
After two days of contact, Jiang Gu felt that Lu Yufu was still a friend he could make friends with. After all, the relationship between the painter and the stonemason was here. Although he had never seen Lu Yufu's work, everyone in the stone house respected him very much.
, I think he is also a good player.
"Okay, here you go"
Jiang Qian also directly threw the red stone to Lu Yufu. Before leaving, he glanced at Lu Yufu's grandfather, who was still drinking like a drunkard. The two of them left without saying hello.
"There's something wrong with you today." The old man who usually speaks harshly and harshly only cursed one sentence today?
"Your friend? What's his name?"
"Jiang Qian is a painter, even better than Lin Wanxi. In terms of painting skills, I think the talented painter in Guzong City who is known as the number one young generation in Yunzhou may not be better than him."
Masons and painters are mutually successful, so Lu Yufu also has some experience in appreciating paintings. The tiger painting left a deep impression on him.
Normally, if the drunk old man heard what Lu Yufu said, he would definitely taunt him, but this time he was noncommittal.
"Did you see his bookcase?"
A bookcase is often a reflection of a painter's identity. Lu Yufu recalled that he didn't think there was anything special about Jiang Qian's bookcase.
“It’s very ordinary after seeing it a few times”
"You are mistaken. This bookcase looks ordinary, but in fact it contains a mystery. If you are not familiar with it, you will not be able to tell it."
"You know him?"
"Of course I know him. The bookcase belongs to that old guy Lu Daoxuan."
"Are you talking about Lu Daoxuan, the great painter from Wenfu who traveled all over the world to teach and preached that all things will be destroyed by the artificial hands of gods and men?"
"Is there a second Lu Daoxuan in the world?"
Lu Yufu was a little surprised. If this was true, it would not be surprising that he, Jiang Yan, had such a talent.
Jiang Yan only saw Lu Daoxuan's temperament and extraordinary conversation, but he did not expect that Lu Daoxuan would have such a background.
The pen was a gift from Lu Jing, and the paint was purchased from Lu Yufu. The only things left to deal with were paper and money. Of course, he would not consider that kind of pure paper that costs thousands of taels.
After returning to the city and staying at the inn, which was not open for several days, Jiang Yan worked hard to plan a money-making plan, thinking about how to save paint and make money at the same time.
Chengjun Academy is a good place, and there are many people selling and buying paintings. There are stalls selling calligraphy and paintings along the street, either fake paintings or secretly selling prostitutes.
Selling erotic pictures?
An idea flashed in Jiang Yan's mind, yes, he can sell erotic pictures!
The more Jiang Chan thought about it, the more interesting he felt. First of all, he was too young. Painters were like Chinese medicine. People who came to him didn't care whether you knew it or not. In addition, age was the key. People who bought paintings would never pick on him.
boy.
Secondly, erotic pictures use very little paint, which saves a lot of money. The requirements for paper are not high. As long as the painting is realistic, people will want it even if it is painted on toilet paper. And you never know what a man will do for it.
How much are you willing to pay for an erotic picture?
He did what he said, of course, imagining things out of thin air was not vivid enough. Jiang Yan began to recall who the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was.
No, it must be Erika!
Jiang Yan immediately unfolded the paper and polished it. After holding the pen in his hand, Jiang Yan's whole temperament seemed to have changed.
Light ink draws the basic body positioning outline. Jiang Yan's painting skills are outstanding, and he changes the shades in one go. Then he outlines perfect and soft lines with one stroke, and then applies blush and powder to the eyebrows.
In a painting like this, the most important thing is the body shape and long legs, wearing a gauze and moving in a frivolous and charming way!
The painting skills of this painting are naturally lacking, and only a small amount of paint is used, reaching the level of low-quality painting.
Jiang Gu heard from Lu Daoxuan that painting can be divided into three categories: figures, landscapes, and flowers and birds.
Landscapes, flowers and birds can easily appear as painters, so more than 90% of the world's painters specialize in landscapes, flowers and birds, and few are involved in figure paintings.
The painting spirit of figure painting is a special taboo in the painting method. If you want to create a painting spirit for a self-created character, you need to consume several times the spiritual power of a painting of the same quality. If you are painting a living person, those with advanced cultivation can quickly discern it.
If the painting is of the dead, it is somewhat similar to the painter, and it is said that it can awaken the soul sleeping in the underworld.
Therefore, even if the figure painting reaches the middle grade or even the excellent grade, it is rare for the painting spirit to appear. No matter how much spiritual power is used, it can only make the painting look more dynamic and vivid.