Chapter 16 It's Done

The scholar looked up at Zhong Lin for a moment and smiled: "Why, you also want to sell paintings?"

Zhong Lin was startled. Is his intention so obvious?

As if knowing Zhong Lin's doubts, the scholar straightened up and smiled calmly: "You have been hanging around here for two days, and you haven't made up your mind yet?"

Zhong Lin was startled. He thought he was hiding well, but he didn't expect that he had been discovered long ago.

"Compared to writing letters for others to sell paintings, it is indeed a good way, but if you sell here, you can only make a living at most. If you want to make more money, you have to find another way." The scholar said leisurely.

Although he didn't know why the scholar said these words to a stranger like him, Zhong Lin still hurriedly bowed and said: "Please give me some advice, young master."

"Nuanxianglou."

The scholar uttered three words.

Zhong Lin knew this place after a little thought, mainly because this place was too famous. He didn't know how many times he had heard of it after coming to Heishan County.

The so-called Nuanxianglou is actually a brothel, and it is a relatively high-end brothel, not the kind of secret door that opens the door and leaves after a few minutes of sex.

This Nuanxianglou is favored for its warm and comfortable atmosphere, high-quality performances and meticulous service. It can be said that it is the favorite place for literati and wealthy nobles in Heishan County.

It is said that the dancers there can receive hundreds of taels of silver in tips after a dance.

Zhong Lin's eyes lit up. The scholar was right. Painting for ordinary people can only make a few coins at most, but if it is the dancers in Nuanxianglou, it is different. They may be rewarded with a few taels of silver at will!

"Why don't you go, sir?" Zhong Lin asked curiously.

The scholar looked down at his right hand and sighed, "I wish I had a pair of wonderful hands!"

After that, he ignored Zhong Lin and lowered his head to continue painting.

Zhong Lin did not entangle more and turned away.

Seeing Zhong Lin disappear at the intersection, another scholar who was copying books for others at the stall next to Xu scholar teased: "Xu Heng, when did you become so kind-hearted? You are still giving directions to others. Aren't you afraid that he will steal your business?"

Scholar Xu Heng looked up at Zhong Lin's departing back and said disdainfully: "I'm not afraid that he will steal my business, but I think he is an eyesore standing here. He has dark skin, protruding finger joints, and calluses on his thumb and index finger. At first glance, he is a hunter who jumped out of some mountain valley. I'm afraid he doesn't even know what the sages' books look like. He still wants to learn to paint from others. It's simply a disgrace to the civilized world."

"That's not necessarily true. What if he has the skills? Just like the mounter Wang Zhi in the west of the city, although he is blind and lame, illiterate, his copying skills are amazing to us." The scholar retorted.

Xu Heng smiled slightly: "Even if it is a family-inherited painting skill, that is Nuanxiang Tower."

The scholar who asked the question changed his face, as if he thought of something, shook his head and said no more.

...

Tianshui Lane.

Zhong Lin returned with a bunch of brushes, paints, and drawing paper, and did not care about eating. He went straight into the study room converted from the west wing, and then moved a stool over and asked the small stone board to be a model.

Zhong Lin was not wandering around these days, but looking for business opportunities to make money.

With no capital, no strength, and no skills, he finally aimed at the painting industry.

The painting skills of this era are similar to the ancient ink splashing and freehand painting, which emphasizes meaning rather than form. Zhong Lin looked at the paintings of Xu Shusheng, which were extremely vivid and amazing.

It can't be compared with Chinese painting, but we can find another way.

In the previous life, he was in the era of information explosion, and he had seen many kinds of paintings. Compared with freehand painting, Zhong Lin planned to make a three-dimensional painting with fine brushwork, and the highlight was one word... like.

It's as good as a camera.

Coincidentally, in his previous life, Zhong Lin saw a three-dimensional painting on Douyin by chance and was amazed. He even went to learn it for a while, but unfortunately, he didn't stick to it.

It would be extremely difficult for Zhong Lin to pick it up again, but who made him cheat!

Not willing to waste the paper and paint he bought, Zhong Lin found a branch and sharpened it, then squatted on the land in the yard. There was a layer of fine sand on the ground. He planned to practice on the fine sand, after all, it could be reused.

Facing the small stone as a model, Zhong Lin used the sharpened branch to draw one stroke at a time.

"Second brother, are you done? My butt is itchy."

"Hold it."

"I want to poop."

"Hold it."

"I want to pee."

"Why are you so troublesome? Hold it for a while."

It took Zhong Lin half an hour to put down the branch in his hand. There was an outline of a small stone on the sand, but this was not the point.

Zhong Lin couldn't wait to call up the system panel.

A perfect poem, a post, a content, a 6-9 book, a forum!

Host: Zhong Lin

Skills: Archery (full level), Locust Stone (full level), Stereoscopic Painting (elementary)

Skill points: ∞

"Okay, I finally have a skill, give me some points."

Zhong Lin was overjoyed. With an order, the ∞ symbol on the skill point shook, and the "elementary" in the brackets of the random stereoscopic painting became "full level".

Then a memory filled Zhong Lin's mind. In his memory, he painted every day, twenty-four hours a day, and he painted without interruption except for eating and sleeping.

Leaves, flowers, rocks, cats and dogs, people...

One by one, objects, one by one, people, jumped under his pen.

With the passage of time, his paintings have played a real effect with falseness. Draw a cat enough to scare the mouse at home, and the flower of the painting can even attract butterfly bees.

"system."

Host: Zhonglin

Skills: Bow (full level), flying locust stone (full level), stereo painting (full level)

Skills point: ∞

Zhong Lin's closed eyes opened slowly. At this time, the mind was full of knowledge about three -dimensional painting. When drawing the face, the general shape of different faces appeared in his head.

When drawing eyes, various eyes such as Danfeng's eyes, peach blossom eyes, triangle eyes, and watery eyes emerged in their minds.

Except the bridge of the nose, and the various information of the three courts and five eyes and facial features come.

As long as one person says clearly, he can draw a look of seven or eight points for him without seeing him.

More than that, all kinds of pigments are also clearly prepared.

Stand up and walk back to the study, Xuan paper spread on the desktop, dip the brush dipped in ink, hold the brush, gently draw on the white paper, the portrait of the small stones was born in the pen, but it was not the image of sitting on the stool, but yesterday yesterday. When the chicken legs look like oil, the corners of the mouth are fat, a pair of eyes are smart, and even feels like a living.

"Two ... second brother."

The little stone pointed at the paintings on the desk in horror, as if he saw the ghost, the Zhong Lin laughed at the expression.

"It's done."