Seeing that the other party was successful like a wooden fish, Lin Yuanqiu just thought that his painting was too popular and he was waiting to sell it in the shop.
So after chatting with shopkeeper Hu for a few words, he took out all the paintings in the book box.
He still painted ink and wash landscapes. Due to the busy farming schedule, Lin Yuanqiu only painted seven paintings in total during the past 20 days of vacation.
However, these paintings are all four feet wide and look very grand, so they can be hung in the nave after being framed.
The two have dealt with each other several times, and Shopkeeper Hu naturally has nothing to say about these paintings. The calculation was directly based on the previous price of 700 yuan per painting.
Knowing that Lin Yuanqiu likes banknotes, shopkeeper Hu thoughtfully brought him two 20-tael banknotes and a piece of broken silver weighing nine cents.
Lin Yuanqiu always felt that today's shopkeeper was a little too attentive, and he was wondering what was going on.
He saw the other party smiling and said, "Little friend, I have received orders for several Bodhisattva portraits from your uncle. Please wait a moment and I will get them for you."
What do you mean you picked it up for my uncle? Lin Yuanqiu wanted to laugh a little when he heard this. Also, why did Shopkeeper Hu's actions make him feel as if the Bodhisattva statue was famous for his painting?
Shopkeeper Hu had already trotted into the inner hall. After a while, I saw him happily coming out carrying five or six small bundles.
Does this mean we have to draw five or six more paintings?
Lin Yuanqiu was a little puzzled when he thought about the four paintings he had just painted last time. The demand for these Bodhisattva portraits must be too high.
What Lin Yuanqiu doesn't know is that many stores nowadays have semicolons.
Books, restaurants, and pawn shops, in addition to being opened in towns, usually have one in the county or prefecture.
Although Shopkeeper Hu's calligraphy and painting shop does not have a branch in the county, there are several brothers who cannot bear to share the same meal with him, so it is normal to have a steady stream of orders.
Lin Yuanqiu would definitely not refuse to earn money, not to mention that painting was not difficult for him.
But when he saw the new inkstones, Lin Yuanqiu couldn't help but feel a little worried. There were already five inkstones in the drawer at home. With these few, he could open a shop.
Lin Yuanqiu felt filled with emotion when he recalled the time when his father carried sacks to buy him an inkstone.
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Chapter 75 Two Greedy Cats
Seeing Lin Yuanqiu staring at a few bags in a daze, shopkeeper Hu thought he was hesitating whether to take the order, and he suddenly became anxious, fearing that the other party would shake his head and say rejection.
Lin Yuanqiu, who had made up his mind, asked Shopkeeper Hu, "Shopkeeper, does your shop accept second-hand inkstones?"
Second-hand inkstone? What second-hand inkstone?
Shopkeeper Hu was a little stunned by Lin Yuanqiu's new words, but in an instant, he understood what was going on.
This is because the family has accumulated too many inkstones and wants to sell them, right?
That's right, one portrait needs to be equipped with a brand new inkstone, and five paintings have been painted before, so there are five inkstones. Adding in the six this time, people’s homes are just a bunch of inkstones.
But everything sold in my shop is brand new, so who can I collect the old ones and sell them to?
Oh, no, actually this cannot be considered an old inkstone. It has only been used once. There is no reason to wear it out so quickly.
In this way, Shopkeeper Hu thought of a place, and that was the second brother's shop in the county town. His place was close to the academy. He thought that there must be students who would buy an inkstone like this which is slightly cheaper and looks almost brand new.
So, after a quick decision, Lin Yuanqiu and shopkeeper Hu decided to buy second-hand inkstones.
As for the price, it is definitely cheaper than a new inkstone.
However, with the kid in front of him looking at him intently, shopkeeper Hu didn't have the nerve to lower the price too hard.
Besides, he also thought that with such a way of making a living, the "Taoyuanshan people" would have no intention of seeking a living elsewhere.
Because Shopkeeper Hu still had the same idea as before, thinking that this "Taoyuan Mountain Man" must be some down-and-out person.
Thinking about how I was scratching my head some time ago, shopkeeper Hu finally quoted each inkstone as fifty cents cheaper than the original price, which was considered a very real price.
Lin Yuanqiu didn't know what the other party's purchase price was. He picked up a relatively smaller inkstone and asked, "If it's this kind, how much does it cost?"
Business people naturally know the goods in their shops very well. Shopkeeper Hu thought about it for a moment and replied with a smile: "This Tao stone inkstone that has won the title of Toad Palace has a purchase price of three hundred and sixty yuan. If I take it back second-hand from Xiaoyou, Our price is three hundred and ten cents."
When he heard the price, Lin Yuanqiu knew that what shopkeeper Hu gave was a real price. Because of the similar inkstone, he heard from Gao Bo that the price was around 500 yuan.
Lin Yuanqiu calculated that with the five inkstones at home, plus the six this time, there would be almost three to four taels of silver.
After agreeing to send the inkstone over the next time he handed over his paintings, Lin Yuanqiu said goodbye to Shopkeeper Hu, and returned to the private school with a heavy bookcase on his back.
Lin Yuanqiu must know the reason why Bodhisattva portraits are popular. I think it's because I incorporate sketching and realistic painting into my paintings.
This kind of painting method can make the characters in the painting more three-dimensional and more vivid and lively, which naturally makes many people like it.
Lin Yuanqiu had a strong hunch that he might be able to earn a lot of money by painting Bodhisattva portraits for others.
After all, no one here can draw this realistic sketch.
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This is the third time Zhou Zixu has gone to wait at the entrance of Ziqing Hall.
Why isn't Brother Lin back yet? I'm waiting to have lunch with him. If I don't move faster, the braised fish fillets in the canteen may be eaten up.
Zhou Zixu was just thinking about whether to ask Uncle Xiang to help him put some away when he saw Brother Lin coming back not far away carrying a book box.
"Brother Lin, where have you been? Come on, come on, let's go eat quickly. We have braised fish nuggets today. I just walked to the dining hall and smelled the aroma of fish all over the room."
As he said that, Zhou Zixu couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
After walking so much, and the book box containing six inkstones was not light, Lin Yuanqiu, who was sweating on his back, was already a little hungry.
When he heard that there would be fish and meat for lunch, he did not go to the dormitory to put down the book box first, but followed Zhou Zixu directly to the dining hall.
Seeing this, Uncle Zhong, who was guarding the gate, couldn't help but want to laugh. Although he had passed the examination to become a scholar, he was still a greedy child at this age.
The two quickly arrived at the dining hall.
Zhou Zixu spread his legs and ran quickly to Xiang Bo. Then he saw that the wooden basin that was filled with braised fish pieces was now upside down. Have they all been eaten?
Zhou Zixu pursed his lips, looking like he was about to cry.
Seeing this, Uncle Xiang hurriedly turned around, opened the door of the cupboard, and quickly brought out a large bowl of fish.
Uncle Xiang didn't dare to delay. This kid might not lose his temper if he was beaten, but if he missed a meal, he would cry.
No, he clearly remembered the time he cried because he couldn't eat fish four years ago. Speaking of which, this kid didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not. He started howling as soon as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, which made him sweat all over.
To be honest, Uncle Xiang has never seen a kid who loves fish so much.
But when he saw Lin Yuanqiu approaching, he quickly remembered that there was another little kid who loved to eat fish, and this one was also a cat.
You see, my eyes are glued to the braised fish pieces and I can't move away.
Then, Uncle Xiang saw two little guys, one holding an empty bowl, quickly running to the rice bucket to fill the meal. The other one picked up the bowl of fish and kept saying "Xiangbo is the best" as if his mouth was covered with honey.
After one of them came back and took away another bowl of fried cucumber, the two little guys couldn't wait to start eating.
The elders said that eating fish is good for the brain, but Uncle Xiang didn't believe it at first. But now, looking at Lin Yuanqiu and Zhou Zixu who were eating delicious fish, Xiangbo suddenly felt that this statement made sense.
No, two little guys who love to eat fish, now one has passed the scholar examination at a young age, and the other has also passed the county examination this year.
Therefore, the intelligence of these two children must be related to their love of eating fish.
Xiangbo felt that in the future, their canteen should often cook fish for the children, so that their youth school might be able to produce more young students and scholars.
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The hot weather is longer this year, and the persimmons are turning red earlier than usual. It’s only the end of September, and there are already many red persimmons hanging on the trees.
Lin Yuanfeng and Lin Yuansong went to the wild persimmon forest on the mountain to take a look and found that there were many persimmons that could be picked.
The two of them went there carrying large bamboo baskets, so when they came down the mountain, they both carried a lot of red persimmons back.
As soon as they got home, Lin Yuanfeng and Lin Yuansong took out their planes and peeled the persimmons one by one.
The persimmons now feel hard to the touch, and it is the easiest time to peel them.
Seeing their two brothers busy making persimmons, Lin Yuanhuai and Lin Yuanbai rolled up their sleeves and helped dig up the persimmons diligently.
The three brothers Lin Dazhu were also picking red persimmons in the backyard.
Wu and Lao Lintou found the drying mat at home, wiped it with hot water over and over again, and then put the peeled persimmons on them one by one to dry.
The Zhou family, the Liu family, and the Feng family all took a break from their embroidery work. The persimmons on the trees did not wait for anyone, and the three sisters-in-law soon became busy making persimmon cakes this year.
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Chunmei's marriage has been decided, and the man is the eldest grandson of Lu Yuan's wife in the town.
Now that the two families have just left Najiri, after the two parties combined their birthdays, they got the auspicious omen of a match made in heaven. This time, Mrs. Zhou was finally relieved, thinking that after the tax was collected, her family could prepare the dowry in peace.
In the past few days, Lao Lintou and Mrs. Wu have been planning their eldest granddaughter's dowry. There are four granddaughters in the family. When it comes to dowries, they, as grandparents, must be fair.
Thinking of his eldest grandson's daughter-in-law's dowry paddy field, Lao Lintou wondered whether he should also buy a few acres for Chunmei. After all, the eldest granddaughter was a family in the town. If the dowry was too shabby, she might be looked down upon by her husband's family.
However, when he thought about the price of paddy fields at seven taels per acre, Old Lintou hesitated.
There are four granddaughters in his family. If one granddaughter is given a dowry of four acres of paddy fields, then the family will have to spend half of their savings on the dowry paddy fields for four granddaughters. This is a bit unrealistic.
Old Lintou thought for a while and decided that he would wait until his grandson came home during the holidays before asking him what he thought.
Speaking of which, ever since Lin Yuanqiu was admitted as a scholar, whenever there was a need to make decisions at home, Lao Lin couldn't help but think of his grandson.
In Lao Lintou's view, although his grandson is not very old, he must be quite knowledgeable based on his ability to pass the examination as a scholar.
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Even though Gao Cui was in confinement, she still knew about making persimmon cakes at home.
I finally found out that the sweet, glutinous and delicious pancake was actually made from persimmons.
Gao Cui was not stupid, so she knew how rare such a recipe was.
But what surprised her was that her grandmother and the others actually told her how to do it, including how to peel it, how to dry it, how to apply frosting, etc., without any intention of hiding it from herself.
Aren't they afraid of telling the truth on their own, such as telling their parents the recipe for making persimmon cakes?
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