A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

At dusk, the lantern was on the beginning.

At this time, it was not the most lively hour of Huaxinglou, but there was already a faint laughter guess in the building. Even the idle flower ladies were dressed up, waiting for the guests.

At this moment, at the intersection opposite the Huaxing Tower, a figure suddenly appeared under an old locust tree.

The man was wearing a short brown beating and a healthy figure.

He was hanging a bag on his shoulders, with brushes, taitai, cinnabar and other things.

There was a large shelf under his right hand, and there was a Maza hanging on the wrist.

There was a knife tied to the waist, and there was a lantern with his left hand.

This is really a walking human -shaped shelves!

This person is the sang with his face, his face is dark.

Duan Rong walked under the old locust tree, first put the painting rack and Ma Zha under the tree, then pumping the knife, then put the ox tail Batta into the trunk of the old locust tree, and then hung the lantern in his hand in The knife handle.

The dim light of the lantern immediately cast a mottled yellow aperture.

Then Duan Rong supported the painting frame, removed the fixation on the picture rack, leaving only a piece of rice paper on the painting board.

Then, Duan Rong took a wooden board from behind the painting board.

Duan Rong flashed his right hand, and he squeezed out an inch of iron nails out of the cuffs.

The wooden board was nail, fixed on the trunk under the lantern, and the yellow light was projected. I saw a layer of white paper on the wooden board. The thick ink characters on the top of it were written quite magnificent: A photo, 121st.

Duan Rong looked at the font on the wooden board and nodded with satisfaction. Then he put Maza, adjust the dye, and sit quietly.

This flower studio is the application scenario that he sets down for the new format.

Everything is ready, and now it is left to promote ...

Duan Rong's decision to adopt, the simplest and most primitive promotion method is to push!

Duan Rong was sitting there, his eyes watched his nose, his nose and heart, and his heart meditated:

Jiang Qingyu is the only child of Jiang Heng, a satin family in Xiangu County.

The Jiang family not only has four satin shops in Xiangu County, but also runs a large dyeing workshop. The business is quite large, which is one of the several major forces in this ancient county.

Jiang Qingyu, the only son of Jiang Heng, is only 17 years old this year. He looks like a crown jade and emotional eyes. It is the model of the son of the son.

Jiang Qingyu not only looks beautiful, but also the talent of martial arts is not bad. At a young age, he has already passed the Jiang family's family martial arts -magic cloud swordsmanship to the third realm of Xiaocheng.

This Jiang Qingyu is the only one of the Jiang family and has a very talented talent. Therefore, she is deeply spoiled by her grandmother. It is always a frequent visitor in this flower shadow building.

The four big flowers have their own characteristics.

Lianying, charming.

Mei Ying, cold and handsome.

Chrysanthemum shadow, spicy and bright.

Lan Ying, resentment.

And this Jiang Qingyu fell in love with Lan Ying alone. Tonight is the agreed meeting.

In the afternoon, Jiang Qingyu and a group of friends drank some wines and gambled a few. At this time, there were still some slightly faint, so they rode the blue mane. Holding the horse's head, walking slowly, sitting on the horse's back fake.

Just under the big locust trees opposite the street at the opposite side of the Huaxing Building, Jiang Qingyu felt slightly dazzling. He thought it was up. He raised his eyelids and found that it was under the big locust tree.

The trunk was inserted with a knife, which was the halo of the lantern hanging on the back of the knife, and shook his eyes.

Under the tree, Ma Zha, sitting on his personal face, his face wide, his face was dark, and he had a strange shape in front of him.

On the trunk behind the body, a sign is nailed, and the dim light is shining. It can be seen that there are a few well -brushed characters with good brushwork. I didn't see it for a while, what the word was written.

Jiang Qingyu was slightly surprised, and Lema stopped.

Seeing Jiang Qingyu, Xiao Yan, he immediately raised the lantern, saying, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Go to see what the man is doing?" Jiang Qingyu's chin ordered Duan Rong under the old locust tree, saying.

Jiang Rong brought the lantern to Duan Rong's body. The eyelids on the large eyes of the toad blinked, his eyes swept through Duan Rong and the wooden shelf in front of him. There was a little doubt in his eyes. : "Boy, what kind of life do you do under this big tree?"

Duan Rong glanced at Jiang Rong and did not reply, but pointed at his finger, and the brand nailed to the trunk on his body.

Jiang Rong looked on the brand, and it seemed to look at the two columns and six large characters. Although he knew some Wen Mo, these words were written by grass. How could he know.

Jiang Rong was a little annoyed. As soon as he wanted to get out, Duan Rong suddenly said, "I'm setting up a stall to sell paintings here.

Jiang Rong was slightly stunned. Although Duan Rong's appearance was not good, when he talked, he had a kind of ingenuity, not like the small people who were not in the world.

Jiang Hun's nostrils snorted coldly, then turned away, walked back to the blue mane, and said, "Grandpa, a painter."

"Painter?"

"Well, 121 paintings."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"What? Twelve and one picture, does his painting draw gold powder?"

Jiang Qingyu lost a lot of money gambling in the afternoon, and was feeling depressed. He was a young man with a confused and chivalrous demeanor. He immediately got off his horse and said angrily, "I'm annoyed by this kind of charlatan!"

Jiang Qingyu walked to Duan Rong with a sullen look on his face. At this time, under the bright yellow light, he finally saw the words on the sign beside Duan Rong: Photo, ten taels per piece.

As Jiang Qingyu approached, he was first surprised that the cursive script on the sign was actually well written.

Although it did not reach the level of a famous artist, it was definitely quite skillful. Without years of hard work, it would never be possible to write with such strength.

Jiang Qingyu was born in a wealthy family. It can be said that he was born with a golden key.

Since childhood, the resources spent by the Jiang family to cultivate him can be said to be huge.

He studied literature at the age of eight and martial arts at the age of twelve.

The teachers he invited were all famous masters in the prefecture and county.

Although martial arts are popular in this world, young people start practicing martial arts after the age of twelve, because if they are younger, their bodies are too weak and it is easy to hurt their muscles and bones when practicing martial arts.

Therefore, Jiang Qingyu first learned literature and then martial arts. He also studied calligraphy and painting with famous masters for several years.

Naturally, he could see the skill in Duan Rong's calligraphy at a glance.

Jiang Qingyu's opinion of Duan Rong had changed slightly after seeing the calligraphy. "Maybe this man is really capable?"

Jiang Qingyu looked at Duan Rong and asked, "What is a portrait?"

Duan Rong raised his bright eyes and said, "Using my brush to restore your original appearance is a portrait!"

Jiang Qingyu was shocked by what he said. "What a big tone!"

"Jiang Rong, give him ten taels of silver. I want to see how you restore my original appearance?"

Hearing this, Jiang Rong took out a small ten-tael silver note from his sleeve with a lantern and placed it on the crossbeam of Duan Rong's easel.

Duan Rong glanced at the banknote and said, "Young Master, you can pay after you finish the painting."

"No!" Jiang Qingyu said, "I'll pay first. If the painting is not good, I will smash your stall!"

Duan Rong heard this and said nothing more. He just smiled meaningfully, put the easel straight, and said, "Young Master, please come closer. I can't see clearly in the shadow of the tree..."