Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 19: One Hundred Taels of Painting Funds
Zhao Yifu had another great harvest, and Song Jie standing next to him was really envious.

Although this brother once warned Zhao Yifu not to lose sight of the big picture because of small details...

But look at the sign he immediately changed to: Giving poems to others will leave a lingering fragrance on your hands.

Wow, this is the beginning of thinking about providing a service of tailor-made poems and writing them down.

I have to say that this guy has participated in the imperial examination after all, and his thinking is quite quick.

After successfully pleasing a few customers, his business became prosperous. Regardless of whether he could harvest Yang and spiritual energy or not, the money was already earned.

Zhao Yifu's business remains the same.

Although the young lady from the Zhou family had demonstrated something this morning, the crowds weren't large enough to attract much attention. Yesterday, when Zhu Bancheng arrived, there were many people, but everyone was so anxious to avoid him that they wouldn't gather around to watch.
Zhao Yifu was calm about this and was not angry because Song Jie next door had a booming business using his ideas.

Song Jie was quite embarrassed and looked at me apologetically many times.

Zhao Yifu was very calm. Since the shop was already open, he even looked at the sky and prepared to pack up and go back early.

He is now in a period of rapid improvement. Maybe if he practices seriously today, he can break through the small Zhoutian?

However, just as he was about to close his stall, a shadow suddenly blocked the light.

Yiyi meowed in dissatisfaction.

Zhao Yifu then realized that the person in front of him was Miss Zhou’s maid. Remember her name was Su Die?
He quickly and politely asked, "Miss Sudie, is there something wrong with your young lady?"

Su Die said reluctantly, "No, Miss, it's okay. I just want you to draw a picture for me."

Zhao Yifu guessed what was going on when he saw her expression. He said solemnly, "Okay, Miss Sudie, how do you want to draw me?"

Su Die said with a straight face, "Let's make it clear this time. You have to pay me for painting for me!"

Seeing her somewhat fierce look, Zhao Yifu said puzzledly: "If Miss Sudie likes it, it's okay if she doesn't ask for money..."

Su Die immediately raised her brows and asked, "Do you think I can't afford it?"

"Don't say any more about this matter. Just take what's yours."

Zhao Yifu could only grit his teeth and agree. It was not that he didn't love money, but mainly because the maid was from Zhou Xuezheng's family, and it was a bit difficult for him to accept the money.

He said, "Okay, Miss Sudie, tell me what kind of painting you want?"

Su Die said without thinking: "I want to be a chivalrous woman, what do you think?"

Zhao Yifu said without looking up, "Very good. Where are the weapons?"

Song Jie, who was watching nearby, blinked and felt that this brother Jun Xin was really unoriginal.

Su Die said perfunctorily, "Whatever you want."

Zhao Yifu understood and said, "Then use the sword."

There are many materials for swords, so they are easy to draw.

However, Su Die's eyes rolled when she heard this, and she changed her words and said, "No, using a sword is too ordinary."

Zhao Yifu patiently asked, "What weapon do you want?"

Su Die said, "I don't know. Can you think of a strange weapon that ordinary people can't use?"

Zhao Yifu was absolutely certain that this girl was deliberately making things difficult for him!

However, this was not a problem for him. He just wanted to confirm it in advance: "Don't worry, young lady. I will definitely think of a weapon that a normal person would never use. But will you regret it?"

Su Die snorted coldly and said, "Don't worry, just paint boldly."

Zhao Yifu agreed.

He didn't ask any more questions, because he could already tell that this girl came with prejudice. This kind of person probably wouldn't bring him any positive energy or spiritual energy.

So Zhao Yifu was rather perfunctory, he just spread out the scroll and picked up the brush to start painting.

With just a few quick strokes, a portrait was already taking shape. A figure dressed in a long, brocade robe and a tall hat was visible; it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

But this is a painting for Su Die, so it is a woman.

The woman was seen holding an embroidery needle in one hand like a flower, and pulling a big red silk thread in the other hand.

The face was stern and beautiful, as delicate as a woman's, but the eyes were frighteningly sharp.

That's right, this time he added the finishing touches to the character, because he felt that there was no pressure in doing a perfunctory job, so he decisively added the finishing touches... The result seemed to be quite effective, anyway, Su Die's fierce look was fully reflected.

When the painting was finally finished, it showed a woman in a bright red dress, twisting an embroidery needle with a fierce expression. One could tell at first glance that the needle was meant to poke someone...

Zhao Yifu fell silent. He felt that it was a bit too much to draw the girl as an oriental girl... Never mind, there was also Rong Mama who used an embroidery needle as a weapon, so it didn't matter.

So the psychological burden was gone.

Although he didn't expect this girl to give him Yanghe spiritual energy, he still left his letter seal as a souvenir.

Sure enough, Su Die didn't seem very satisfied with the painting.

She came closer to take a look, raised her brows and asked, "Am I that fierce?"

Song Jie next to him also came over to take a look, then looked at Su Die, then turned his head away and said nothing.

There were many people watching nearby, and they all fell silent in tacit understanding.

But it is this unspoken silence that is particularly hurtful.

Su Die was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

He glanced around fiercely, then threw down a banknote and said, "Your painting fee!"

Having said that, he rolled up the scroll and turned away.

People around her naturally wouldn't stop her since they knew she was a maid from a wealthy family.

Zhao Yifu quickly collected the banknotes, packed up his stall and left.

"Brother Zitai, I'm leaving."

Song Jie said repeatedly: "Okay, let's go."

He felt a little envious and a little worried, because he had just taken a quick glance and saw the words "one hundred taels" clearly written on the silver note.

This is not a small amount of money, and more importantly, the wealth has been exposed!

Zhao Yifu didn't have such worries as him. He just wanted to go home early. Su Die had already delayed him for a lot of time.

So he picked up his bookcase and left in a hurry.

The one hundred taels given by Su Die... He never thought that this was something Su Die wanted to give herself. It must have been given on behalf of her young lady Zhou Qingzhao.

However, feeling the yang and spiritual energy that was still flowing from the seal, he didn't expect that Miss Zhou liked the painting so much.

As expected of the daughter of Zhou Xuezheng, she is very artistic and has a lot of drama in her mind.

But today I did make a profit. Not only did I open a new mine, but I also earned a hundred taels...

He was feeling very happy when Yiyi in his arms suddenly let out a quick "meow".

Zhao Yifu keenly discovered that this cry was not the usual babyish and coquettish sound, but contained obvious tension.

He immediately became alert, his eyes quickly darting around to some places, and only then did he notice that he was being followed.

It must be that the previous silver note attracted some people's attention.

Nowadays, no matter how good the public security in a city is, there will always be people who like to get something for nothing.

Of course, if these people thought Zhao Yifu was just an ordinary scholar, they would be wrong. His hands were itching, the kind that even petting a cat couldn't satisfy...

(End of this chapter)