Although Ma Liang has not practiced martial arts, as a painter, his observation skills are better than ordinary people. He has already seen that the man and woman in front of him should know each other.
However, out of some tacit understanding, neither of them spoke, but only exchanged glances. In other words, both of them were probably coming for him.
Ma Liang's heart suddenly sank, but he did not show any panic on the surface. Instead, he continued to pretend not to know anything and cupped his hands at Lu Jing and said, "I wonder why you are here?"
"Oh, I'm looking for someone." Lu Jing said.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Looking for you."
Ma Liang suppressed his violently beating heart and said with all his strength, "But you and I don't know each other."
"Isn't Mr. Ma a painter?"
"No...not bad." The sweat on Ma Liang's forehead became thicker and thicker.
"I'm here to ask for a painting from Mr. Ma." Lu Jing said with a smile.
"Ask for a painting?" Ma Liang was stunned when he heard this.
"I wonder how much a pair of Mr. Ma's calligraphy books cost?" Lu Jing asked.
"Ten...twelve taels?" Ma Liang just wanted to get rid of these two uninvited guests quickly, so he deliberately quoted a price that sounded outrageous.
He felt that no one in the world would spend so much money to buy a painting from an unknown country painter.
However, after he finished speaking, he saw Lu Jing put his hand into his arms, took out a pile of banknotes, and then took out a banknote with a face value of two hundred taels and placed it in front of him.
"This...I can't find this." Ma Liang was startled.
"It's okay, no need to look for it, I want twenty paintings." Lu Jing said.
Ma Liang was completely stunned. He had never seen anyone buying paintings like this. Those who didn't know better thought it was a servant from a wealthy family who went to the market to buy meat, cutting twenty kilograms at a time and carrying it back.
Ma Liang really wanted these two hundred taels, but he also knew that the man and woman in front of him were not good-natured, so he finally found an excuse to decline, "Twenty pieces, I'm afraid it will take two or three months to draw."
"It doesn't take that long. I just want you to draw one thing."
"what?"
"Cake." Lu Jing said.
Ma Liang suspected that his ears had heard it wrong, "What do you want me to draw?"
"Hua Cake, just the most ordinary Hu Cake."
"Just draw twenty pancakes?" Ma Liang took a breath and felt completely stupid. This was the most bizarre request he had ever heard in his life.
"Yes." Lu Ding nodded, "These two hundred taels will be yours after painting."
This time Ma Liang was really moved. You must know that this is two hundred taels of silver. A huge amount of money that ordinary people cannot make in a lifetime. You can get it by just drawing twenty cakes. If you miss such a good thing, I don’t know where else to go. Find again.
So Ma Liang hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay, I'll draw."
Then he first sent home the young children who were learning painting from him, then spread out the drawing paper on the table and started drawing Hu cakes with his pen.
Not to mention that although it was just a pancake, maybe it was because of the twelve taels, but Ma Liang also painted it very carefully. Not only did he paint the pancake plate, but he also embellished it with the flax on it.
After a while, a steaming hot pancake appeared on the paper, which made people appetizing just by looking at it.
When Lu Jing saw this, he nodded and said, "Yes, the twelve taels are already yours."
Ma Liang was half relieved. He was originally worried that Lu Jing would find fault with him and say that he was not good at painting and wasted the money.
But now it seems that Lu Jing has no thoughts about this, and accepted the first painting with great satisfaction, an action that could bring tears to the eyes of all Party B.
So Ma Liang also spread out the second piece of rice paper.
In order to be as worthy as possible of the money he received, Ma Liang asked again before he started painting, "Do you want to change the size of the second Hu cake, or should I add some walnut kernels in it?"
Lu Jing's answer was simple, "It's up to you."
Ma Liang thought about it and decided that it was better not to take the risk. Since Lu Jing felt that there was nothing wrong with the first painting, he would be able to securely get the money later by following the first painting.
However, he had just picked up the pen when Lu Jing suddenly said, "Change the pen."
"Change the pen?" Ma Liang frowned and glanced at the Wuxin Changfeng pen in his hand. He didn't know what was wrong with it, but since the financial owner had spoken, he still changed to a Sandhuo pen, and then with a few strokes, a Hu Cake It popped up on the paper again.
Lu Ding nodded, still happily accepting the second painting, and then continued to Ma Liang, "Change the pen."
From then on, Ma Liang had to change his brush for each of his thirteen paintings. After the thirteenth painting, Ma Liang had no more brushes to change.
Lu Jing looked into Ma Liang's eyes and said, "Is Painter Ma really out of paint?"
"Yes, I have taken out all my pens, not a single one is left," Ma Liang smiled bitterly, "My friend, if you insist that I draw one stroke at a time, I can go to the capital and buy a few more pens."
Lu Jing thought for a while and felt that he couldn't be completely framed by the story of his previous life. After all, Ma Liang might not have used a paintbrush to make the things come alive like in the story.
The strange thing might be some other utensil, so Lu Jing did not let Ma Liang change his pen anymore. Instead, he asked him to change to an inkstone, and then changed the paper for painting.
But when the twenty pictures were finished, nothing happened.
Lu Jing glanced at Ma Liang again, and without saying anything, he put the 200-tael banknote into the latter's hand.
When Ma Liang got the banknote, he couldn't help pinching his thigh to make sure it was not a dream, then he ecstatically put the banknote into his sleeve.
Lu Jing then turned around and left, but he didn't go too far.
When he reached a place out of sight of Ma Liang's courtyard, he stopped and stood under a jujube tree.
After a while, Yan Yun's figure appeared in front of him again.
Although the two were competitors on this last question, they still had a tacit cooperation in front of Ma Liang just now. Lu Jing used a painted cake to attract Ma Liang's attention, while Yan Yun took the opportunity to search. Ma Liang's residence.
However, Yan Yun shook her head after seeing Lu Jing.
"I didn't find two identical things in his room," Yan Yun added after a pause, "There are no extra pens or inkstones."
Lu Ding nodded. He knew what Yan Yun meant. If Ma Liang really had the means to make the things in the paintings real, he would most likely try to copy the things around him first, so Yan Yun initially focused on the house. Is there anything the same in there?
As for the pens and inkstones, she helped Lu Jing look at them, because the latter seemed to care about these things, especially the pens. Lu Jing asked Ma Liang to replace them with thirteen in a row.
But Yanyun didn't understand why Lu Jing was so sure that the strange thing he was looking for this time was a pen. This made her feel a little discouraged, because although the two found Ma Liang at about the same time, Lu Jing seemed to still have the Some clues that she didn't know.
