Bang bang bang...
After a cup of tea.
The government officials squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, enduring the beatings from the two gangsters.
"Boss Cui, landlord, we really didn't know this old man was your relative."
The government officials wanted to cry but had no tears.
After finally gathering some wool, I thought I could have a snack in the evening.
Who would have thought that I would meet two big bad wolves.
"Remember, this street idol is covered by a big boss."
"Yes Yes Yes!"
"When you see Lao Yuantou from now on, please call him Uncle Yuan affectionately."
"Yes Yes Yes."
"Okay, get out!"
The government officials ran away.
So lucky.
We actually escaped unscathed from the Chang'an bullies!
"How is Lao Yuantou?"
Cui Shenji grinned: "You still have some face, right?"
Snap.
Li Yuan raised his hand and was shocked.
"You two are in charge, I am the Supreme Emperor!"
Li Yuan scolded: "Can you meet me?"
"What's wrong with the Great Emperor?"
Cui Shenji muttered: "You can't even sell your paintings for a few cents?"
"What did you say?"
"No...nothing."
Cui Shenji glanced at Li Yuan guiltily.
snort.
Just then, another guest came.
He looked around at the stall. There were pens and papers...
"Who is the owner of this stall?"
Huh?
Business again?
But when Li Yuan saw the other party's clothes, his heart suddenly dropped.
It looks so shabby that I can't even afford it.
"Are you going to buy a painting?"
"no."
"..."
Li Yuan's eyes twitched, and his anger level soared again.
"The old man wants to ask someone to write a letter for him."
"Go find someone else to write your letter!"
"Don't you have paper and pen?"
"I sell paintings!"
“Can’t I write when I sell paintings?”
Oh, I'll go.
Where did the leverage come from?
Can't you see that I don't like to see you?
"I'm not in this business."
"I know!"
Who would have thought that the old man still refused to leave.
"Scholars are all concerned with saving face."
"I know you may be afraid of losing face as a scholar by writing this letter."
"But you have come out to sell your calligraphy treasures. You must have encountered some difficulties in life."
"Face is not as important as life."
"There is essentially no difference between selling paintings and calligraphy and writing letters."
"It's all about money, there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Don't think that writing letters is a service to us illiterate people."
"But it makes a lot of money."
"No matter how many people want to do this job, they can't do it..."
The old man crackled and gave out education.
It was true that Li Yuan was stunned.
Who said I sell paintings to make money? I am here to prove myself!
Also...are you a neighbor of Xiao Wei's family?
Is this mouth so eloquent?
"Okay, why don't I write it to you?" Li Yuan surrendered helplessly.
If I continue to tear it apart, I don’t need to sell this painting.
"Hey, that's right."
The old man was very happy.
I also convinced a confused scholar and felt a great sense of accomplishment.
The voice changed: "How much?"
How much?
This stunned Li Yuanwen.
One hundred strings?
Not realistic.
One look at this old man and he can't afford it.
"How much do you usually pay for someone to write for you?" Li Yuan asked.
"A letter costs five cents..."
Paper, envelopes, and writing fees are not cheap.
Therefore, many scholars in ancient times made money by writing letters to others.
That’s real money!
"Then I'll give you four cents."
Li Yuan immediately disrupted the market price.
The old man looks quite shabby, so he can't be squeezed too much.
"real?"
"I would still lie to you!" Li Yuan glared dissatisfied.
"If it's true, I'll introduce you to the guests."
"..."
You really think of me as the one who wrote the letter, right?
However, Li Yuan still honestly started writing according to what the old man said.
"Your handwriting is much better than others."
After finishing writing, the old man unfolded it and looked at it.
Even though he is illiterate.
But you can also tell the quality from the handwriting.
"Of course!"
"I'm not bragging to you."
"The longer you meditate on this word, the more skills and insights you gain."
"I've been writing for decades, and it's definitely not what those fledgling brats can compare to..."
Li Yuan turned on the nagging mode.
Being under house arrest for so long.
It’s not easy to meet someone who knows the stuff, so why should you brag about it?
"Yeah?"
The old man laughed loudly: "I think your stall can not only sell paintings, but also sell copybooks."
"That won't work!"
Li Yuan waved his hand and refused: "I mainly sell paintings!"
"You don't understand this..."
The old man was also excited: "If you want to sell your calligraphy and paintings at high prices, you must first build your reputation."
"Now that you don't even have a reputation, how can others be willing to pay high prices?"
Um?
That makes sense!
Li Yuan's eyes lit up.
Then he started talking freely with the old man.
"I have to send a letter first, let's talk tomorrow..."
After chatting for a while, the old man said goodbye.
"That's it, that's okay."
Li Yuan was a little disinterested.
It's okay to tease him, but we can't have a conversation together.
It was not easy to meet an old man I could talk to, but he still wanted to chat for a while.
"Your Majesty, aren't you selling paintings? Why did you write the letter?"
As soon as the other party left, Cui Shenji came forward again.
"Go, go, go... I'm going to get angry when I see you two."
Sunset is approaching.
Li Yuan still hasn't sold a single painting.
When they heard that they were united, everyone turned away in fear.
Many people also scolded Li Yuan for being crazy about money.
"Everyone, come and take a look, right here..."
Just when Li Yuan was about to close the stall and return to the palace, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
I saw the old man who wrote the letter before, coming with a large group of people...
"Old Qiu Tou, why are you here again?"
"It's not because your handwriting is good, it's cheap."
Old Qiu Tou laughed and said, "I said something too much when I went to send the letter, and they all came to write to you."
"..."
Thank you.
My words are worth a thousand pieces of gold, and you treat me like an ox and a horse?
However, Li Yuan could not refute Lao Qiutou's good intentions.
Start writing one by one.
"What's going on? Why are there so many people?"
When Wei Shuyu came over on duty and saw so many people surrounding Li Yuan, he couldn't help but feel worried.
If Li Yuan is assassinated.
A layer of skin was peeled off from the old Wei family.
Sometimes it is not that the ministers refuse to let the emperor leave the palace, but that the emperor is in danger when leaving the palace and the ministers cannot afford the price.
"Big pot, why are you here?" Cui Shenji came up to him.
"Nonsense, you haven't been back on duty all day, can I not come?" Wei Shuyu rolled his eyes.
"Cauldron, I'm telling you..."
Cui Shenji glanced at Li Yuan: "There is something wrong with the Supreme Emperor, something is quite wrong!"
"Yeah."
Fang Yiai's head was spinning: "I bet that the Supreme Emperor will come again tomorrow..."
Um?
Wei Shuyu looked at Li Yuan who was so praised that he couldn't find the edge.
Li Yuan doesn't really come here to set up a stall every day, does he?
"Little chicken, little love, why don't you come over and help?" Li Yuan shouted.
After writing the letter, you have to put it in an envelope and seal it.
It would be too busy without some help...
When I saw Wei Shuyu, I subconsciously said...
"Hey, Xiaoyu is here too."
Wei Shuyu's face turned dark.
God damn Xiaoyu.
If you keep calling me that way, the Supreme Emperor will not give you any face!
"Old Yuantou, is this your grandson?"
"What grandsons are all incompetent? They always make me angry all day long!"
"Haha...it's better to be angry, so that the family can have a breath of life!"
