Chapter 1203 I give you paper, you can draw whatever you want

His words were so plain and simple that Jiang Wan couldn't refute them.

She pursed her lips, said silently: "Okay, in this case, let's decide it first."

"I will study your case in detail when I return. Can you tell me your real name?"

"The name Wooden Stick should be a pseudonym!"

Mu Gun looked at her with some surprise.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally said his full name: Li Yousan.

Jiang Wan wrote down his name and the place where he originally lived so that it would be easier for her to go back and investigate.

According to Mu Gun, he came to the mountain ten years ago.

Jiang Wan thought about it and thought, it was 10 years ago, so it should be around 77 or 78.

The event had already come to an end, and it was still uncertain what kind of person he had killed. Maybe that person was not dead, or there might be other twists and turns.

Of course, we still need to find out what happened first, otherwise she won’t make such a promise casually.

This person came and went back quickly. Although the master said that these people would arrive within three days, there was no need to gather them all together.

When it was almost noon, another person came to the foot of the mountain. This person was also called by the master uncle, and he also brought two pheasants for the master uncle.

Jiang Wan couldn't help but ask Jia Haixia: "Why do people here always bring pheasants when they come to visit?"

Jia Haixia said: "Because there are more pheasants in the mountains, it is also easier to catch them."

"When you go out to meet people, you can't go out empty-handed. Wearing two pheasants as gifts is the best way to give them to others."

Jiang Wan glanced at the four pheasants and said, "But there are already four of them. We can't finish them all."

Jia Haixia said, "Don't worry, Master has dug a storage room behind the yard. You can leave the leftovers there."

"It won't get bad for half a month. It's very cool there."

"Besides, when we go down the mountain, Master Uncle will give us some as a gift. We can just stew it and eat it when we get back."

Jia Haixia spoke very frankly and normally.

It seemed like she had done this kind of thing many times, which made Jiang Wan speechless.

Fine!

Anyway, Jia Haixia is both her elder sister and her mother-in-law, so she has to do whatever she says.

The new guy also has some skills.

However, his only talent was mental arithmetic, and it was said that he had some arguments with his colleagues 15 years ago, and his colleagues reported him, accusing him of being a capitalist roader.

At that time, the people in the Revolutionary Committee had a very good relationship with that colleague and arrested him immediately.

He found an opportunity to sneak out, then went into the mountains and never came out again.

The world outside has changed dramatically.

Jiang Wan told him: No one cared about what happened in the past, and even if he was a real capitalist-roader, he had been rehabilitated. He had not committed any unforgivable crime, so there was no need for him to hide in the mountains.

The man seemed to have gotten used to living here and was unwilling to go out again.

I find it annoying that people outside are so deceitful. It’s better to live in the mountains with flowers, plants and trees, where life is pure and clean.

Jiang Wan didn't want to force it, but the ability of fast calculation was of little use to her so far, and the other party didn't want to leave, so she said no more.

After chatting for a while, the man got up and said goodbye and left.

Then three or four more people came, all with different abilities. One of them was very good at drawing. I heard that he used to be a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts. However, he was persecuted during the movement and had nowhere to go, so he fled into the mountains.

Jiang Wan couldn't help but look at the painter a few more times and told him that the persecution outside was over and the world was peaceful.

Hoping that he could return to the human world, she just gave way casually.

Because she knew these people would not leave easily.

Sure enough, the man said, "Forget about going out. I don't like it very much. It's good to stay in this deep mountain valley. Every day, I look at the natural scenery around me and my inspiration comes to me."

"It's just that the transportation here is not well developed, and there is no drawing paper. I have no place to draw!"

Jiang Wan's mind was slightly moved when she heard this, and she said with a smile: "If you want drawing paper, I can bring it to you, and I can also bring you all the brushes and ink you need."

The old professor frowned and looked at Jiang Wan: "Then what do you want?"

There is no free lunch in this world. These old guys are very shrewd and nothing can be hidden from them.

After Jiang Wan said this, he knew that she must have some ulterior motive.

Jiang Wan smiled and said, "I am a businessman and I don't do business at a loss."

"When you finish the paintings and words you write, you must stamp them with your own seal, and I will take half of them."

"That is to say, I can take one of the two paintings you drew, and you can keep the one you like."

"Give me the ones you don't like, and I'll bring you more pens and ink next time."

After a pause, she added, "Of course, if you think you have to give me one for every painting, that would be a loss."

"We can also negotiate. For example, if you paint five, you can give me one."

Jiang Wan knew how valuable the writings of these old professors were. Although the outside world had not started to speculate on these things yet, if they were hoarded, they would be worth a lot in ten or eight years.

These old professors are already old, and most of them have passed away, and their paintings are gradually becoming famous.

It becomes more and more valuable.

By that time, he would have a large stockpile of these goods and would be able to sell quite a few of them.

Even if you don't sell it, it would be nice to give it to someone else.

When the old man heard that Jiang Wan wanted to hoard his paintings, he was overjoyed and said happily:

"Great, you are my confidant."

"Don't worry, just bring a pen and paper."

"I won't keep any of the finished paintings. All of them belong to you."

Jiang Wan asked in surprise and shock, "Are you telling the truth? You're not going to keep anything you worked so hard to finish?"

The old man said, "You don't understand this."

"For us old guys, painting or doing anything else is just a hobby."

"We don't care about money anymore. If we cared about money, why would we hide here?"

"We are naturally happy that someone appreciates our paintings."

"So as long as I have enough pens and paper, and can draw whenever I want, that's enough."

"After I finish the painting, where it goes has nothing to do with me. I just paint, not sell it."

"If you like it, take it. If you want to sell it, sell it. If you want to give it away, give it away. If you want to keep it for yourself, that's great too."

Old Sun spoke very straightforwardly, and Jiang Wan felt a little embarrassed.

She pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll get you some paper and pen."

"We'll discuss where to put these paintings after they're finished."

The old man readily agreed and turned away.