Chapter 100： Scholar

Seven days ago

Tianlong gambling is an industry that An Ziran personally created. He attaches great importance to it.

This is not the place where he became Anzi, but it belongs to his own place. Therefore, An Ziran’s emphasis on Tianlong gambling is higher than that of Anjia’s industry.

However, the people who fight again can't help but work for so many days of high-intensity work, especially the industry under his hand has increased to three.

Originally, he only planned to operate the Tianlong gambling workshop first. The carving workshop and the archway were not within his plan. However, he later discovered that he wanted to operate the gambling house better. These two industries must be firmly grasped in their own hands.

However, I have encountered some trouble recently.

The official card paper used in the card is a famous product in the paper. Although only the talents of the official are expensive, the output is not high.

But most importantly, the cost is too high.

An official card can cut ten cards, fifty cards for five cards, five printing materials, and the cost of printing and labor, because the cost of completing a deck is likely to exceed fifty. Money, this situation is not conducive to the promotion of cards.

The people of Junzi City earn up to a hundred dollars a day, and spend a lot of money on their daily expenses. How can they spend 50 yuan to sell a pair of cards in their situation? If they have this spare cash, they are more willing to Go and sell a few pounds of meat to eat with your family.

An Ziran's plan is to try to keep the cost up to ten yuan, but if it is made entirely of official card paper, this idea is impossible to achieve, so it can only be replaced with other paper.

However, looking at the big Asian, the paper that can replace the hardness and feel of the official card is not much. Even if it is, the price is not inferior to the official card.

Do you want to open a papermaking workshop yourself?

An Ziran always feels that if he goes on like this, he will be divided into _ lack of skills, his wings are not full, too many sideline will only produce more problems.

It seems that now, in the absence of a suitable paper to replace the official card paper, it can only temporarily supply the rich class.

I was thinking, and suddenly I came up with a warm body.

An Ziran did not look back, and only people who could easily get close to him were Fu Wutian.

A pair of hands covered his temples and gently rubbed a few times. The headaches of the past few days eased a lot. He had thought too much during this time.

"Wang Hao, do you want to go out and relax?"

An Ziran hesitated, "Okay."

After being busy for so many days, he also wanted to relax and relax, and with the growing number of industries under his hands, he couldn't do anything personally, so he planned to hand over some of the power in his hands in two days.

Knowing that the two are going out, the old lord also wants to follow.

He has not gone out for two or three months. Since that cheating, he has begun to quiet again, trying to hone his own skills. He finally closed his mind yesterday, but he is still in a period of ban, so he can only Wangfuli activities.

Then his wish was rejected by Fu Tiantian ruthlessly.

He wants to get along with his own Princess, how can he bring a super light bulb around?

In this regard, the old lord gave him a comment.

"You are ungrateful!"

"You are unreasonable." Fu Wutian is still in the air.

These two conversations amused the palace.

An Ziran couldn't help but laugh. How did he feel that this conversation seemed to have been heard? It was really not a general feeling of joy.

In the end, they still did not take the old king to go out.

The streets of Junzi City are intricate and complicated. There are a bustling big market in the north, south, east and west directions. They are named in four directions, like the location of Anziran’s Tianlong gambling house, which is called Dongji District. The most lively place in the four major districts of Junzi City.

However, they are not going to go to the East District today.

An Ziran has been in and out of the Dongji District for the past two months. He has already known the place, including Fu Wutian. Since he unloaded his military power, he has been with him every day, and he has helped him a lot. .

So today they decided to go to the farthest West Side.

Xiji District is not as prosperous as Dongji District. There are no shacks and no gambling houses. There are many teahouses in the hotel, but most of them sell a variety of gadgets, such as selling flowers, selling tea, selling buns and selling mutton. There are many types of selling clothes, stone masons, carpenters, etc., so the night market in the Western District is the most lively place in the four major districts, which is not comparable to the Eastern District.

At this moment, An Ziran and Fu Wutian are walking on the streets of Xiji District.

From time to time, the voice of hawkers screaming and selling is heard from the ears. The voices of old people and children laughing and laughing are much more peaceful and warmer than those in Dongji District.

Seeing this, An Ziran couldn’t help but think of the letter from Su Guan’s family a few days ago.

During his time in the gambling of the gambling house, the shop opened by Zhou Laohan’s daughter-in-law also achieved great success. The rice noodles she made were well received in Anyuan County, and many people liked it.

Zhou Laohan’s daughter-in-law did not hide her secrets. She handed the method of making rice noodles to Wang Chuzi. She was a woman who liked to cook. Later, she studied a lot of delicious dishes with Wang Chuzi, and the business became bigger and bigger. Originally, there were two large snack shops that could not be squeezed, so Su Guanjia was the owner and opened a restaurant in Anyuan County.

An Ziran thought, if the effect is really good, then you can consider opening a try in the Junzi City, thinking about it, suddenly a hand next to his head.

When An Ziran looked up, he saw Fu Wutian blinking and looking at him. He took a slight glimpse and reacted and found himself subconsciously thinking about the direction of making money.

"... let's go over there."

An Ziran’s slightly shifting topic, before he said, took the lead.

Fu Wutian saw his ear red, and a flash of smile in his eyes, and finally he did not say anything to follow.

An Ziran is not eating goods, but he is very interested in the food here.

For example, Dandan noodles, and porridge, cakes, taro steamed cakes, crab yellow soup bags, etc., these are snacks that he has never eaten, and there is no past life. Only by walking past the shop, you can already smell the stock directly. Bring up the aroma of the mites in his stomach.

Fu Wutian, who caught up from behind, noticed his sight and immediately took out the silver and bought four crab yellow soup bags. The freshly baked crab yellow soup bag was hot, because there was a lot of soup inside, so there was no tube to **** the juice inside. Can only wait for not so hot.

When An Ziran glanced at it, he forced himself to regain his gaze. If he bought it, he couldn’t eat it immediately. Even if he didn’t eat it, he felt itchy.

After a while, the two went to a fried tofu booth, the fresh tofu was fried golden golden, and the fragrance also floated over, smelling the mouth water DC.

An Ziran's attention was suddenly transferred from the soup bag to the fried tofu. He first discovered that he might have the potential to eat.

"Want to eat?" Fu Wutian suppressed the sound of laughter in his ear.

When An Ziran hesitated, he nodded. He finally had time to go to the city of Junzi. Naturally, he should indulge in it and eat all the junk foods that he had never eaten.

Fu Wutian immediately went up to buy fried tofu. As a war **** of Daya, he was also the first time to crowd a group of unarmed small people in front of a small stall, just to buy fried tofu, if he was known by his group of people, the image is certain It was defeated, but he was ashamed.

"Hold." Fu Wutian handed him the fried tofu.

An Ziran was about to take it. He suddenly felt a burning gaze. After seeing a circle, he found the owner of the line of sight five or six meters away from the street. The other party did not seem to think that he would suddenly look over and quickly regain his sight.

It was a young scholar who held a book in his hand. In front of him was a small stall. There were some calligraphy and paintings on the stalls, but there were almost no customers in front of his stalls, and the pictures of other stalls were hot. Than, his stall is too cold.

Just look at it, An Ziran probably guessed the reason.

At this moment, the woman next to a stall and the voice of the middle-aged man who was standing in the same stall next door passed over and immediately caught his attention.

“Does Zhuozi sell a few paintings today?”

"It seems that I have not sold a picture from the morning to the present."

"Hey, he is really, knowing that many people prefer copybooks, why they only sell paintings, and they are all characters." The woman sighed.

"He is so stubborn, no one can do anything!"

Da Yazhongwen, so many people like painting, especially paintings by celebrities. They are more sought after in Da Ya. The most common ones are landscape paintings, but the portraits are rare. Unless they are masters, people I am more willing to buy landscape paintings, but the scholars are good at Xiaoxiang, and there is almost no scenery, so his stalls will be deserted day by day.

"Let's go see."

An Ziran said to Fu Wutian and walked over.

The young scholar did not expect that the person who had just watched would walk to his stall and suddenly became nervous. He should not really find out?

An Ziran seems to have no idea to his embarrassment, seriously look at the portrait on the booth, this can not be ignored, he thought that this person can only draw characters, the characters should be the type of handsome men, but looked His paintings are not like this at all.

The characters on the portraits are more like neighborhoods, like playing children, old people, honest aunts, etc., quite like life.

It is no wonder that his paintings will not be sold. I am afraid that few people are willing to buy such ubiquitous paintings to go home, but... It is undeniable that the young scholars’ paintings are very powerful.

Under his brush, each character's expressions are very expressive, and the details are handled very well. A small movement, a little change is like a reminiscent of reality, as if there are really two children in front of me. Like playing, I heard them laugh and laugh.

An Ziran couldn’t help but move. Under the nervous eyes of the young scholar, he gently smacked his mouth. "How do you sell the paintings of the son?"

The young scholar’s ​​face flashed a trace of mistake.

An Zi was not surprised, and asked again.

The young scholar finally reacted, and he has already turned red, and he said: "One...a pair of ten money."

"So cheap?" An Ziran picked up his eyebrows.

The young scholar had been stunned for a moment, and his eyes were inexplicably red. This is the first time someone said that his paintings are cheap. In the past, every customer who came to his booth was not too badly painted, too expensive, actually not expensive. .

The paper of painting can't be worth a few words, but there is his hard work. If it is not for eating, he will not set such a low price. Even if it is so low, there are still very few people who really buy it, so he is already Consider whether you want to reduce one or two more money.

An Ziran picked up five paintings.

Fu Wutian, who was next to him, took out fifty yuan and put it on the stall.

Probably because the young scholar's stalls have not been visited by customers for a long time, so the behavior of the two people immediately caught their attention. Seeing that they actually want to buy the paintings of the scholars, many people have exposed incredible expressions, and it is still possible to buy one. Buying five is a miracle.

The young scholar stared at fifty pennies and didn't take it.

Since I bought the painting, Anzi did not leave immediately. "You painted very well. It is the most among the artists I have seen..."

"Cough."

"...a great painting, I want to hire a son to be a painter, I don't know if the son is interested?"

The young scholar looked up in amazement. He thought he could see the other person’s joke, but he saw a serious face.

On the third day, there was one scholar who sold paintings in Xiji District, and a dedicated painter at Tianlong Gaming Square.

The neighbors later discovered that the scholars who made a living by stubborn paintings were gone.

An Ziran not only invites people back to find a painter. In his opinion, a person who insists on something that has been unwilling to change must be a very principled person. An Ziran is in his most difficult time. Reaching out, for the scholars will be a kind of love that will never be forgotten.

The young scholar did not expect that the teenager hired him to be a gambler as a painter.

He also heard that the Jilong gambling house is a noisy place. He is setting up a stall on the street every day. He does not take the initiative to inquire, and often hears the voices of people around him. The side that talked the most during this time was the Tianlong gambling house.

Despite his surprise, he did not have any rejection of the job.

Seven days ago, he even thought that his paintings could sell fifty-two silver, and all this was brought to him by the boy.