Chapter 41

Yesterday, Su Changqing told him to paint for money, which made Li forget his worries and have a whim.

He can't sell ordinary paintings for money, but what if it's a nude sketch?

For the men in Datang who have only seen the exaggerated and secretive pictures of spring palace, I'm afraid the impact of fully realistic and three-dimensional body drawings on them is no less than a spiritual bomb?

Li Qieyou studied sketching in middle school, especially because young people have a special preference for human body sketching because of their restless hormones.

At that time, he copied a lot of human body sketches, which can be said to be the best. Therefore, Li forgot to worry about the idea of selling human body sketches in Datang for the first time.

However, ordinary rice paper was too thin for drawing, so he thought of drawing with mulberry paper.

As for coming to Chang'an to sell paintings, it came entirely from pingkangfang, a potential "consumer market". Of course, many people know him in Huxian County, and he is embarrassed to sell this human body sketch.

If it gets out, it will look bad.

Even if Li forgets worry and has a thick skin, he doesn't want to become a romantic son like Tang Yin and Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu in the Ming Dynasty was famous for painting spring palace pictures. He was called "the first romantic talent in Jiangnan", but he painted many spring palace pictures to make a living because of lack of money. The picture of prostitutes in Wang Shu palace, the picture of words given by Tao Gu and the secret spectrum of mandarin ducks are all the pictures of spring palace painted by Tang Bohu.

And if Su Changqing knew that he was making money by drawing human body sketches, he would lose face?

So he came to Chang'an and carried his Niu brothers on his back for fear that they might find him. After the human body sketch painted in the afternoon was actually sold in twelve taels of gold, Li Qieyou was even more excited. Regardless of the late weather, he turned on the lamp and began to paint all night.

He doesn't expect to get rich by drawing this human body sketch, let alone by the more than one million public money he still owes.

Today, I can sell ten liang of gold because I have encountered a big injustice.

Li Qieyou estimated that one of his paintings would sell for about twenty or thirty years.

He hopes to rely on the money from selling paintings to solve the current urgent need.

Thinking of the locust plague spreading in Guanzhong a month later, Li forgets worry. The money is the living money of him, Su Changqing and Li Heng Peilan.

Twelve taels of gold can be exchanged for sixty thousand dollars, that is, sixty thousand dollars.

At present, the price of rice is 360 Wen a bushel. This money can buy more than 100 bushels of grain, which is enough for the four of them to tide over the difficulties.

But what about the villagers in Zhoucun?

Far from it, what about the cattle brothers who accompanied them out this time? Can I watch them starve to death?

Thinking of this, Li forgot to worry and sighed.

Take one step at a time. Do your best to listen to destiny. When you can save one, count one.

Under the flickering light, Li forgot to worry again and began to draw. This black-and-white sketch of the human body, in his eyes, is life-saving food

When Li forgot to worry about painting, the fat man who bought the painting returned to his house in a carriage amid the sound of drums at dusk.

Xuanyang square, where his family lives, is just south of pingkang square, separated from Chongren square, where Li forgets to worry temporarily.

In Chang'an City, people living in different workshops are different.

108 square can be understood as 108 small towns, which is somewhat similar to the community with complete supporting facilities in future generations. There are square walls outside each square, with different heights.

The walls of those Li Fang and Fang in Nancheng are made of loess. Most of the people living here are civilians with a sparse population, and many of them are farmland.

The north city of Chang'an is where the Imperial Palace and government are located, and the east city is where the residences of dignitaries are located. Especially in the northeast of the city, because it is close to the Imperial Palace, there are dense bureaucratic homesteads.

In the west of the city, because of the west city and the extremely prosperous trade in the West City, businessmen from all countries and regions live in Lifang near the west city. Therefore, some people jokingly call it a "place where the rich gather", and Chang'an City has formed a situation of "being rich in the East and rich in the west".

Although the fat man's family was a merchant, he bought an industry in xuanyang square in the east of the city.

Xuanyangfang is also the seat of Wannian County in the east of Chang'an city.

The fat man rode back to a mansion in xuanyang square, and the word "Qiu Fu" was written on the door of the mansion.

"Father, I'm back!" when he returned to the house, the fat man jumped off his horse under the service of the boy, took the sketch sold to him by Li forgetful sorrow and ran to his father's study.

"Kun'er, why are you back? Won't you spend the night in pingkang square tonight?" in the study, a middle-aged man who looked kind and well-off was frowning, sitting cross legged on the collapse, looking at the account book, and was quite surprised to see his son suddenly come back.

When he looked at the picture in his son's hand, his face turned black: "kun'er, did you buy something again?"

"Hey, hey, I met my baby today."

"How much did it cost?"

"Cheap, only ten liang of gold." fat Qiu Kun farted - Gu sat on the soft collapse and said proudly.

Qiu Yuanliang's temple jumped suddenly and stared angrily at his son Qiu Kun's close boy.

The boy didn't understand his master's meaning, so he bent down and bowed: "master, Lang Jun really bought a baby today."

"What baby? Let me see." Qiu Yuanliang stretched out his hand to his son.

Qiu Kun carefully unfolded the mulberry paper and spread it on several cases.

Chou Yuanliang looked intently, but he couldn't help taking a breath in his mouth: "this... This painting..."

"Hey, Dad, what's up? Is this painting I bought today a treasure? Is it worth ten liang of gold?"

On the mulberry paper, an enchanting woman was half lying on the bed, lifelike, and her graceful figure was as real as a real person.

For a moment, Qiu Yuanliang even felt that his body had some reaction, so he coughed lightly as a cover. The next moment, Qiu Yuanliang got up excitedly and grabbed his son's sleeve.

"Where did you buy this painting?"

"In pingkang square, I met a young man who sold it to me. He offered a price of one hundred liang of gold and I bargained down to ten liang of gold." Qiu Kun smiled proudly.

Qiu Yuanliang asked, "do you know where the young man lives?"

Qiu Kun was dumbfounded: "how do I know that? You want to return the goods to him when you pay money and deliver the goods? That's no good. I want to keep this painting for myself."

"Nonsense! Do you know that this painting can save the lives of our enemies?"

Qiu Kun looked at his father and blinked: "the painting technique is very unique. How to talk about saving lives? What is the crisis of my enemy? Why don't I know?"

"Hey, it's no use telling you before, so I didn't let you know." Qiu Yuanliang sighed: "tomorrow, my father will go to pingkang square with you. Whether I can find the young man concerns the life and death of my enemy."

Qiu Yuanliang's words were stopped by Qiu Kunleng. He bought a picture of the spring palace casually. Why is it related to the survival of the family?