This time the injury was too serious and I stayed there for nearly three months. It was August when I entered the mountain. Now it is approaching December, and the weather is slightly chilly.
After returning to Mahuang Lane, Jiang Yan was still a little distressed. He had lived in the wilderness for so long and wasted several months of rent on a house in the city center.
When the door was opening, the pig roasting yard opposite heard the noise and stuck out a little head.
"Brother Jiang Yan, you are finally back."
Daoya shouted excitedly and ran over. Jiang Gu lowered his body and picked up Daoya.
"My brother went on a long trip for something a while ago. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to tell you how the painting I taught you went."
"Yaya has learned very well, look at it"
Dao Ya took out several wrinkled paintings from his arms. Jiang Yan looked at them straightly, then looked at them upside down, and looked sideways, but he couldn't figure out what the black sesame was rubbed with.
"Grandpa said I have talent and am very suitable to be a painter."
Looking at it from the perspective of a butcher, maybe you can become a painter if you can afford a pen.
Jiang Yan originally wanted to tell this girl that you actually don't have any talent for painting. When I was eight years old, I could draw better than you with my feet.
But through the crack in the door, I looked at the face of the old butcher who had the cultivation level of Xuanling Realm, and the speed of sharpening the knife in his hand was getting faster and faster!
“Not bad, Yaya’s painting is very good.”
The tip of Jiang Lu's nose smelled a mouth-watering aroma of meat, which came from the pig roasting yard.
"What smells so good?" Jiang Yan stepped on his feet and looked into the yard.
“Grandpa’s roast pork is very famous, people often come here to eat”
Mea. Mea.
Just as he was talking, the door of the pig roasting yard opened, and a goat pulled a small car that could only seat one person and slowly walked out of the yard.
It is said to be a small car, but it is more like a chair with two wheels. It is more appropriate to describe it as an animal-drawn wheelchair.
Moreover, using sheep to pull a cart would only happen in Qingdu.
Sitting in the car was an old man with a kind-faced look that was completely opposite to that of the old butcher. He was wearing a bright red dress, white hair, and small blue shoes. He looked like an old man.
The old man was half lying in a chair, holding a boom in his hand. There was some green grass hanging on the boom. This grass was always in front of the sheep, but could never be eaten.
"Yaya, let grandpa hug me," the old man said with a smile.
"Bah, I won't give you money to eat, and I won't let you hug me."
Daoya was originally sitting on Jiang Chan's arm, but now she hugged his neck to show resistance.
"How could I not give you money?"
Being despised by a little girl, he couldn't show off despite his age. He touched his waist for a long time and took out a piece of jade.
"this is for you"
The texture of this jade was round and bright, and you could tell at a glance that it was not ordinary. Moreover, the old guy still had a bit of reluctance on his face. Dao Ya was still about to complain about something, so Jiang Yan hurriedly pulled the jade from his hand.
"Enough, enough"
After hearing what Jiang Yan said, the old man drove the sheep cart and left leisurely.
"Brother Jiang Qian, why don't you let me scold him? My grandfather said that this old guy doesn't look like a good person. He cheats and drinks on the streets of Qingdu. The most disgusting thing is that he never gives money when he goes to the flower house."
Ya said angrily.
"You have found a treasure this time. This is a gem. Hurry up and put it away."
Jiang Yan gave the jade stuff to Dao Ya, and after dealing with this annoying little girl, he returned to his yard. Before he could clean it up, Fu Yueming hurriedly knocked on the door.
"Hey, my Painter Jiang, my Young Master Jiang, you are back. You disappeared without saying a word for three months and it scared me to death," Fu Yueming complained.
"Sorry, I gained some insights when I went out to collect stories a while ago, and spent some time making some breakthroughs."
When Jiang Yan said this, Fu Yueming's eyes lit up.
"Breakthrough? Living in the spirit realm?"
"kindness"
"You are so...so..." Fu Yueming didn't know how to describe Jiang Yan.
"There are quite a few among the younger generation who have entered the spirit-dwelling realm, but I'm afraid you are the only one who can practice independently without relying on family power."
"Stop complimenting me, just tell me if you have anything to do," Jiang Yan said with a smile.
"In the three months since you were away, I have received a lot of paintings. Aside from the fact that some low-grade ordinary paintings are too cheap, I have received seven medium-grade paintings and a medium-grade screen wall. I have collected all the money here!"
Fu Yueming took out several banknotes from his arms, all of which were at least 2,000 taels. The largest denomination even reached 8,000 taels, making a total of 30,000 taels.
"so much"
Jiang Yan sighed in his heart, no wonder it is said that painters are the most noble profession in Xuan Kingdom, and they are all supported by real money and silver.
"Is this still a lot? The higher the quality of the paintings, the higher the price. Even top-quality paintings are doubled in price. If I had known you were now in the spirit realm, I wouldn't have accepted the medium-quality paintings. We would have gone directly to the top-quality paintings.
."
Adding these paintings to the 20,000 taels in Zize Garden, he now has a total of 50,000 taels, which is a huge fortune.
"Master Lu, Master Lu, you asked me to find a way to make money, and I think I have found it," Jiang Yan said secretly in his mind.
"It will probably take a few days to finish the painting."
Jiang Yan thought for a while, it usually takes several days for a painter living in the spiritual realm to make a mid-level painting, and if he has sufficient spiritual power but insufficient painting skills, there is a high possibility of failure.
His own painting skills have long been praised by Lu Daoxuan, and with his abundant spiritual power, two paintings a day should be no problem.
“Ten days is enough”
"That's good, I guarantee it. If it cannot be delivered, I will pay double the price.
I couldn't even sleep well at night during the three months since you disappeared. If you really disappeared, I would have to go to the street to beg for food."
Fu Yueming breathed a sigh of relief. He had now placed his treasure on Jiang Chan. Jiang Chan took out a few banknotes and handed them over.
"Take these ten thousand taels."
"I said I won't take any money."
Fu Yueming refused directly and decisively, but finally accepted it after Jiang Yan's repeated insistence.
"One more thing, the Civil Service Examination is about to begin, and the painters selected from the twenty-three cities' Gongsheng Examination have also come to Qingdu one after another.
These painters basically belong to the Yunying Society. There will be a grand party at Yunying Tower tomorrow. If you have time, you might as well go there."
When this name was mentioned and this place was mentioned, Jiang Gu felt a little disgusted. What could he do in Yunying Tower? It was definitely not possible to exchange painting skills. The only thing he could communicate with was the C language.
"What's the benefit of going?"
"Of course, in ten or twenty years, the great painters in Yunzhou will basically come from these talented people of Yunying Society, so there will be many big shots from Yunzhou going there.
At that time, there will be some painters exchanging painting skills. If you can defeat everyone in the field and become famous, the value of your paintings will skyrocket, Minglou's reputation will be completely improved, and more people will come to you.
Extending an olive branch can be said to be beneficial without any harm.”
Jiang Yan thought for a while, if he really wanted someone to extend an olive branch to him, he would have agreed to Huang Wuling's request long ago. He didn't want to be tied to anyone, and even if he wanted to be tied, it would be up to him.
Forget about the olive branch, but the skyrocketing price of the painting is an irresistible reason to refuse. After all, who cares if they have more money?