Datang romantic little landlord

To be able to sell ten taels of gold today is entirely because of being taken advantage of.

Li Wangyou reckoned that his paintings would be quite remarkable if they sold for about twenty or thirty guan.

He hopes to rely on the money from selling paintings to solve his current urgent needs.

Thinking of the plague of locusts that would start to spread in Guanzhong a month later, Li Wangyou became anxious. This money was the survival money for him, Su Changqing and Li Heng Peilan.

Twelve taels of gold can be exchanged for sixty guan coins, which is [-] coins.

Now the price of rice is 360 ren per bucket, and this money can buy more than 100 buckets of grain, which is enough for their family of four to tide over the difficulties.

What about the villagers in Keding Zhou Village?

Leaving aside, what about the brothers from the Niu family who accompanied me this time?Can I just watch them starve to death?

Thinking of this, Li Wangyou heaved a long sigh.

Let's take one step at a time, do your best to obey the destiny, and if you can save one at that time, it counts as one.

Under the flickering light, Li Wangyou possessed himself again and began to paint.In his eyes, this black and white human body sketch is life-saving food...

When Li Wangyou was immersed in painting, the fat man who bought the painting returned to his house in a carriage to the sound of evening drums.

Xuanyangfang, where his family is located, is just south of Pingkangfang, just separated from Chongrenfang, where Li Wangyou lives temporarily.

In Chang'an City, the people living in different squares are different.

108 squares can be understood as 108 small towns, which are somewhat similar to the well-equipped communities of later generations. Each square is surrounded by walls with different heights.

In those Lifangs in Nancheng, the walls of the squares are made of loess. Most of the people living here are civilians, the population is sparse, and many of the squares are farmland.

The northern city of Chang'an is where the imperial palace and the government are located, and the east of the city is where the residences of dignitaries are located.Especially in the northeastern part of the city, because it is close to the imperial palace, bureaucratic residences are densely populated.

In the west of the city, because of the West Market and the extremely prosperous trade in the West Market, merchants from all countries and regions live in Lifang near the West Market.Therefore, some people jokingly called it "a place where the rich gather", and Chang'an City thus formed a situation of "rich in the east and rich in the west".

Although the fat man's family is a merchant, he bought property in Xuanyangfang, east of the city.

Xuanyangfang is also the seat of Wannian County in the east of Chang'an City, the county seat.

The fat man rode his horse and ran directly back to a mansion in Xuanyangfang, with the word "Qiu Mansion" written on the mansion gate.

"Father, I'm back!" Back at the mansion, the fat man jumped off the horse under the service of the servant, took the sketch that Li Wangyou sold him, and ran to his father's study.

"Kun'er, why are you back? Aren't you spending the night at Pingkangfang tonight?" In the study, a middle-aged man with a kind face and a rather rich body was frowning, sitting cross-legged on the bed and looking at the account book. He was quite surprised when his son came back suddenly.

When he looked at the painting in his son's hand, his face turned black: "Kun'er, are you shopping again?"

"Hey, I met my baby today."

"How much did you buy it for?"

"It's cheap, only ten taels of gold." Fatty Chou Kun said proudly as he sat down on the soft bed.

Qiu Yuanliang's temples throbbed, and he glared angrily at his son Qiu Kun's valet.

The little servant still didn't understand what the master meant, so he quickly bent over and said, "Master, today I really bought a treasure."

"What treasure? Show me." Qiu Yuanliang stretched out his hand to his son.

As if offering a treasure, Qiu Kun carefully unfolded the piece of mulberry paper and spread it on top of the table.

Qiu Yuanliang looked intently, but couldn't help but gasped: "This... this painting..."

"Hey, Father, how are you? Is the painting I bought today a treasure? Is ten taels of gold worth it?"

On the mulberry paper, a voluptuous woman is half lying on the bed, lifelike, her graceful figure is like a real person.

For a moment, Qiu Yuanliang even felt that his body was reacting, and quickly coughed lightly to cover it up.The next moment, Qiu Yuanliang stood up excitedly and grabbed his son's sleeve.

"Where did you buy this painting?"

"In Pingkangfang, I met a young man who sold it to me. He asked for 100 taels of gold, but I bargained down the price to ten taels of gold." Qiu Kun smiled triumphantly.

Qiu Yuanliang asked, "Do you know where that young man lives?"

Qiu Kun was dumbfounded: "How would I know this? A business where you pay the money and deliver the goods, do you still want to ask him to return the goods? That's not possible. I want to keep this painting for myself."

"Nonsense! Do you know that this painting can save the lives of our enemies?"

Qiu Kun looked at his father, blinking his eyes: "The technique of painting is very unique, how can we talk about saving lives? What is the crisis of my enemy? Why don't I know?"

"Hey, it's useless to tell you before, so I didn't let you know." Qiu Yuanliang sighed: "Tomorrow, I will go to Pingkangfang with you as my father. Can I find that young man, which will be the life and death of my Qiu family."

Qiu Kun was stunned by Qiu Yuanliang's words. How could he have anything to do with the survival of the family if he bought a picture of the erotic palace?

042 Serve the Country with Loyalty

The Qiu family in Chang'an wanted to find Li Wangyou for help, and Li Wangyou naturally didn't know about it.

He finished drawing another sketch of a nude woman overnight, put it away carefully, and then went to bed with his clothes on.However, he tossed and turned all night, sleeping very restlessly.

It's not that Li Wangyou recognizes the bed, but that this damn Datang doesn't have such furniture as a bed!

People in Tang Dynasty sleep, poor people sleep directly on the ground, and the extravagant straw mats are the beds.Dongying people have learned it, and this is the case with tatami mats in later generations.

The more particular ones slept on a couch, that is, a low bed made of hardwood. The taste was simply sour, which made Li Wangyou miss Simmons so much...

Originally, Li Wangyou always thought that Datang should have a bed, because Li Bai's famous poem "Quiet Night Thoughts" said, "The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."... After time travelling, he realized that the "bed" refers to "Hu bed", that is, a seat similar to the Maza of later generations.

Traveling to the Tang Dynasty for more than a week, Li Wangyou still can't get used to this hard couch. Every day when he wakes up, he must have a backache, back pain and leg cramps, and he urgently needs a blue bottle cap to replenish his body.

Finally, it was dawn, but when Li Wangyou was sleeping soundly, he was disturbed by the morning drum resounding throughout the city.

Taking out the watch he borrowed from Su Changqing, and checking the time, Li Wangyou couldn't help but want to scold his mother.

Knock your sister!It was only four o'clock in the morning and less than five o'clock!

What's even more wicked is that the morning drum has not finished beating yet, and he doesn't think about the three thousand morning drums in Chang'an City. Will it be finished in an hour and a half?

In short, Li Wangyou couldn't sleep well.

Waking up at dawn and yawning with dark circles under his eyes, Li Wangyou pushed the door to ask the brothers from the Niu family to wash up and go out.

Today is the day of the Qujiangchi Poetry Meeting that Yang Zuan mentioned. Since Li Wangyou agreed to Yang Zuan, he had to accept his fate and attend.

Although he didn't understand what the Poetry Club was all about, but what Yang Zuan meant was like a competition, otherwise why did he want to get the first name back?

It's useless to think too much, and you'll know when you go today. If it's just pure poetry, it's easier.Li Wangyou didn't believe that during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, who else could be more powerful than the Tang poems and Song poems in his head.