Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Yan State and Ursus signed a military food supply agreement. Ursus' declaration of war on Casimir will only become more arrogant. The crazy demand for war will stimulate the industry and economy of Dahuang City exponentially, allowing this city to thrive in the smoke and blood.

"What the hell is going on..." Hellagur closed his eyes, his voice filled with bitterness.

He hoped that these lovely farmers in the Great Wasteland City could live a good life. However, the economic source of their good life was the war launched by Ursus against another sworn enemy country, Casimir, which meant that more people could no longer live.

"Mr. Blueher! Please help carry the canned luncheon meat here!"

"Okay!--" Herag answered loudly, walked over and pushed batches of cans into the cart.

If the Uka War was stopped, many people in Ursus would lose their jobs, and the Great Wasteland City would also fall into economic stagnation for a period of time. This was also what Herag wanted to avoid. Therefore, this kind of internal friction tortured him every day.

Hellagur was lost in confusion as he could not find the answer.

Chapter 206: Let the little ink head draw the coin pattern

Tonight in the Great Desert City, the starry sky is bright and shining like a precious jade, but there are no visible moons.

Some were ecstatic, some were telling others about it, some were unable to sleep or eat. The bright or dim lights in the Great Desert City seemed to converge with the irregular starry sky, forming a crystal clear ocean current with sparkling spots of light.

In the core urban area, Miss Shu came to see Yuan Congqian holding a scroll tied with dry branches and leaves.

"I heard that you have figured out an inhibitor for Originium disease? That's incredible."

Yuan Congqian smiled and said, "Thanks to Shennong."

Shu smiled, took off the dead branches from the scroll, and threw them to Du Yuan Congqian:

"Do you have something to ask Sister Xi? I've been looking for a long time, and sure enough, there are little Motou's paintings left at home."

"Little ink head?"

Yuan Congqian didn't expect Xi to have this nickname.

But considering that she is the youngest sister and that all her sisters like to bully and tease her, it is reasonable to have such a family nickname that is similar to some kind of joke. Maybe the ink was accidentally spilled on her head.

"Sister Jie likes to call her that, so I follow suit."

Shu motioned Yuan Congqian to spread out the scroll, revealing a vast sea of ​​clouds of the Great Desert City. "She painted a hundred paintings for Hu Lai's brother back then, but this was the only one she didn't sell. They said it was a gift to me, and I couldn't bear to throw it away."

Who is Hu Lai’s younger brother? It’s really hard to guess.

Yuan Congqian put his finger into the scroll and really felt a piece of cold ice crystal. The temperature of the cloud layer was even colder than he imagined. If he closed his eyes and reached in, he could only touch a piece of rough drawing paper, which was magical.

While Shu was lost in memories of the past, Yuan Congqian thought to himself that there was a huge furnace in the sky and five metals on the earth. He used the power of giving shape to directly draw a section of the layers of clouds in the painting and drew a puffy Q version of a otaku girl.

When Xi finds out, he will be furious with Nian.

Shu thought for a long time about the past when she and Jie teased Little Mo Tou together. Suddenly, she remembered that Yuan Congqian was still beside her, and reminded her, "When you see Little Mo Tou, tell her clearly that your purpose is to not tell her who I am to you."

Yuan Congqian asked back: "Who is Sister Shu to me?"

Isn’t she a colleague of the Heavenly Master in Dahuang City? She can’t be his beloved sister.

"... You can figure it out on your own and talk to them later."

Shu had not yet asked Yuan Congqian about his attitude towards Canghai and Mingyue, or maybe he was too embarrassed to speak up. In any case, he strictly forbade Yuan Congqian to tell Xi about their situation, and also did not allow him to call Xi his sister.

She waved her hand, and the clouds in the painting automatically dispersed to both sides, pulling Yuan Congqian into the painting.

There was a dark mist in front of Yuan Congqian's eyes.

When he saw the picture again, he was already standing on a cumulonimbus cloud painted in fine brushwork, with a village below. In the distance were just rolling green hills and clear waters, painted in a freehand style, and one could still see the brushstrokes of Xi.

Ah Yao was sleeping soundly on the clouds with rain on his lips. It was obvious that this was the world in Xi's painting.

Out of curiosity, Yuan Congqian pulled it over and rubbed it twice, and found its fur was very smooth.

Shu watched his movements, pretending not to know him. He looked around twice and called out, "Little Motou!"

"...Can you please stop calling me like that in front of outsiders?"

Xi's soft words seemed to blow into Yuan Congqian's ears.

An ink stain spread out, and a slender Qinglin arm stretched out from the ink stain, and a head popped out.

Messy hair hung down from Xi's forehead. Her face was no different from Ling, Shu and Jie, but her temperament made her look quite charming, as if she had come out of the poem of Wei Zhuang, where the woman by the wine shop was as beautiful as the moon and her white wrists were as white as frost and snow.

Under her long hair, her red eyes were like the red sun in a painting, squinting lazily. She stretched out her other hand, resting her chin on it, and her eyes closed completely, with her voice muffled.

"Jiang Qi is celebrating the Xia Yuan Festival. I couldn't sleep last night because of the noise. I finally feel a little sleepy now."

She muttered a few words and looked at Yuan Congqian:

"You've been staring at me for so long. Who are you?"

It turned out that the different gazes that he was looking for in the faces of the Suimon sisters were noticed.

Yuan Congqian did not look embarrassed: "Yuan Congqian, I came here to ask for a painting."

"Oh~ I remember your name. A second-rate guy from Shangshu told me about you."

Xi suddenly remembered Yuan Congqian's name, and used both hands to spread the ink stain wider. She could see the cozy room behind her, which was filled with her paintings. Some of the objects in the paintings stretched directly out of the scrolls, and she didn't know where the painting was.

She sighed, feeling that this painting must be painted: "Since we are acquaintances, I will paint you a masterpiece handed down from a great painter this time. Tell me, what do you want to paint?"

Yuan Congqian took out a Colombian gold note and held it between his fingers.

Xi glanced at the Columbia gold notes.

"Are you and Sister Shu here to tease me? If you want money, go ask that stinky embroiderer for it. Don't bother me with this kind of thing. If I help you draw counterfeit money, I will be so embarrassed if people tell others about it."

"I want to invite the world's leading painter to draw the future coin layout of Yan State."

Yuan Congqian smiled slightly. He had prepared acid-free paper and color-changing ink for a long time. "Excellent coin styles are very important. These are the paintings that the people of Dayan will see the most in the future. Please ask Miss Xi to draw a few landscapes."

He actually didn't know the process of making banknotes, but he had seen the movie.

Xi couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Directly find a giant beast agent to draw the style of banknotes. It turns out that there are people who have this idea. If she dies one day, will the landscapes she drew on the banknotes disappear directly or will they still be preserved?

Xi, who was originally not interested, now became more interested: "I have painted landscapes countless times, what is there to paint. I think Shujie is also very beautiful, how about just painting your and her heads and printing them on the money?"

"Miss Xi, please at least abide by the professional ethics of a great painter."

Yuan Congqian was speechless. Is this Yuan taking the lead, or Shu taking the lead?

Does Xi really want to slack off so much, or is this homegirl really so lazy that even Miss Shu can't control her.

"Still staying there?"

Shu couldn't stand it any longer, so she used her sister's authority and said, "Bring out some of your proud paintings and have a cup of tea with me. Or does the little sister of a great painter not even have a proud work?"

"Why do you favor outsiders?"

Xi was a little surprised by Shu's attitude. In desperation, she could only send the two of them out of the painting. "It's really troublesome. I don't really want to leave any traces of myself. Since my sister said so, I will help you."

She muttered, following the cloud-covered steps out of the painting.

It wasn't that she really wanted to help Yuan Congqian, nor did the Sui Beast's agents want to leave some traces, she just wanted to.

Xi was thinking in his heart, but he stepped out and stepped on nothing. He fell backwards and saw the figure of Sister Shu in front of him. The only thing he could think of was: "F*ck Jiang Qi swearing! Why is the painting lying flat?"

Chapter 207 Xi: Sister Shu, your shirt is so tight

“Bang!” “Ouch!”

Judging from the sound, Xigua’s head was hit pretty hard.

Miss Xi thought she would appear from the painting on the wall and land gracefully. However, the painting of the sea of ​​clouds was lying flat, and after she took a step, she could only fall heavily behind her.

This was a very embarrassing moment, and all of Miss Xi's original fairy-like grace was shattered.

She raised her head, but didn't dare glare at Sister Shu, so she could only feel aggrieved inwardly.

"Sister, how can you be so calm and natural when you let others see me make a fool of myself?"

Xi pondered in his heart, and after studying Shu's expression for a moment, he said to Yuan Congqian, "Why not choose four things: the mountains of Shangshu, the waters of Gouwu, the rivers of Danyan, and the sea of ​​Dahuang. Where is the drawing paper? Do you want to use the meticulous or freehand painting method?"

"Refined and freehand brushwork cannot be printed under current conditions."

"That's true. An ordinary craftsman would find it difficult to replicate my work in his entire life, let alone a dull machine." Xi turned up her nose, thinking that this was Yuan Congqian praising her, and her arrogance was almost written on her face.

"Xi." Shu called out indifferently, and Xi folded its wings like a parrot.

Your sister was just admiring herself for a while, is it necessary to criticize her like this?

Miss Xi complained in her heart and became serious: "Since nothing works, how can I paint?"

Yuan Congqian said: "We need copperplate engraving. Please follow me to the office of the industrial platform."

What he wanted to make was paper currency, not precious metal currency. Yan State was trapped in the chaotic monetary system in recent years, and the outflow of silver was actually quite serious. Only a large country like Victoria, located in the central region, had the capital to issue gold pounds.

"I still have to go out! ......"

Xi's face turned bitter, and after receiving Shu's gaze, he had no choice but to ask, "What is copperplate engraving?"

Yuan Congqian took out a copperplate engraving artwork he brought from Langyi City.

Intaglio printmaking, commonly known as copperplate printmaking, etching printmaking, and copper engraving, is a type of printmaking that is made by corroding a metal plate with a corrosive liquid or directly engraving it with a needle or knife. It was first popularized during the Qianlong period.

Obviously, printing paper money cannot be done with a printer, and copperplate and gravure printing machine are needed. And the printing plate for drawing paper money is of course fine copperplate, which can only guarantee accuracy and mass production.

After listening to Yuan Congqian's explanation, Xi hummed:

"It sounds like it's not much different from woodblock printing. It should be easy."

"Then put on your clothes. Are you going to meet people in this outfit?"

"What do you mean by putting on clothes?" Xi curled her lips.

Without saying anything, Shu pulled Yuan Congqian out of the room, leaving Xi alone in the room.

Shu said to Yuan Congqian, with a hint of disdain on her face that shouldn't have appeared on her face: "Little Motou is lazy. Her clothes now look like ordinary fabrics, but they are all painted by her herself."

It's reasonable that a lazy homebody doesn't like to dress properly.

No wonder Yuan Congqian was wondering how such a lazy girl could wear such a gorgeous dress in such an empty world in the painting when he saw Miss Xi wearing a gorgeous indigo-colored dress with distant mountains in the background and a shawl wrapped around her body. It turned out that the dress and shawl were painted by her.

For some reason, the word body painting flashed through Yuan Congqian's mind.

Then, according to the characteristic that Xi's painting creation cannot be touched when closing one's eyes, does it mean that as long as he closes his eyes, Xi's layered and flowing Tang-style dress is equivalent to not wearing anything? It can only be said that this is in line with Yuan Congqian's imagination of Xigua.

Xi changed into the clothes that Shu brought her and walked out of the room.

It was clearly just an ordinary white dress, but when she wore it, she exuded an elegant feeling, as if bathing in the river and dancing in the wind.

Moreover, as she walked, she did not forget to complain to Miss Shu: "The top is a little tight."

Even for Xigua, the size of Shu still felt tight.

"......" Shu also clenched his fists.

She seemed to be itching to plant the melons in the ground to grow them again.

Xigua took a few steps, realized what he had said, and quickly ran towards Yuan Congqian: "Let's go! Let's go to that industrial platform and finish the painting as soon as possible!"

"evening--"

Shu's voice slowly floated from behind.

"Hurry up, Yuan boy!"

Xi was horrified, and he tiptoed the ground and moved lightly in the night of the wilderness.

Her body movements seemed to be much better than Yuan Congqian's. She jumped to the edge of the core city and jumped down directly. She waved the red eight-sided Han sword in the air, and a painted white crane dragged her and slowly landed on the ground.

Her escape skills amazed Yuan Congqian even more.

He hadn't seen such a smooth escape in a long time.

"Xi, this kid is such a lazy bastard!"

Shu was very angry. He raised the Tianshiyi and then put it down again. He almost wanted to use his power to teleport Xigua back.

Yuan Congqian stood aside and saw the harmonious scene of the sisters. After thinking for a long time, he decided not to say a word. He couldn't persuade Sister Shu that she would grow up eventually, so he just apologized and let Sister Shu teleport him to the industrial platform.

As for Xigua, we wish her all the best of luck.

On the industrial platform, Xi was already wearing Shu Tianshi's clothes, spinning around in the swivel chair in Yuan Congqian's office.

Next to it was a gravure printing machine and copper plate sent from the capital, connected to the source stone circuit, emitting a bright light. Yuan Congqian presided over the issuance of the new banknotes, which was something he and Wei Yanwu had agreed on long ago, and the Ministry of Revenue had no objection to it.

Gravure printing machines and banknote anti-counterfeiting technology came from Longmen. The substitutes for paper money in Yan's native currency notes, bills of lading, and silver bills only rely on writing on the main and secondary notes at the same time, and comparing the handwriting on both sides when exchanging the notes.

Xi picked up a push knife, and as soon as she put down the first stroke, she knew she had no idea.

Although she was a famous painter, she was not good at engraving or copperplate engraving, just like being able to draw did not mean being able to put on makeup. Xi came here just to be stubborn. If she really drew an ugly banknote for Yan State, she would be disgusted.