[Comprehensive Mythology] The Daoist Dismantles the Official Match

Song Youchu's eyes sparkled, he looked at Xu Xian expectantly, and said, "But I want to go, I've been bored at home for a long time, and I want to go out to get some air."

"Where do you want to go?" Xu Jiaorong suddenly appeared from behind, she came late, and she didn't hear what Song Youchu was saying.

"Sister, I want to go out to play." Song Youchu turned around, seeing that Xu Jiaorong was still holding an apron in his hand, he knew that she had just returned from the kitchen.

Putting the apron into the bamboo basket without any hassle, Xu Jiaorong refused: "You are not allowed to go. You are just getting better now, what if you catch the cold again?"

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's because their family is at the end of their ropes and can't stand the trouble anymore.And after the little cousin ran out, the scene of wanting to die was still vivid in her memory, so she subconsciously didn't want him to leave her sight.

Seeing that the request did not work, Song Youchu begged: "Sister, just let me go, I will be very obedient. Besides, if I go alone, my cousin will go with me too."

"It's not good to ask for Han Wen, as long as I'm here, you won't be able to leave home anytime soon."

This non-negotiable words made Song Youchu discouraged.

Xu Jiaorong is a person who walks the talk, since she says she disagrees, she definitely won't agree.

Song Youchu turned around and decided to place all bets on Xu Xian, looking at him with big watery eyes, like a puppy about to be abandoned by its owner.

"Sister, let me take him there." Xu Xian's attitude was unclear at first, and being looked at pitifully by Song Youchu, what he originally wanted to refuse, became like this when he didn't even realize it.

"Great, go for a walk, go out now, and come back before lunch."

"Hey, hey, you two stop and come back to me."

When Song Youchu heard it, his eyes lit up instantly, he grabbed Xu Xian and ran away, turning a deaf ear to the call behind him.

Xu Jiaorong saw that Song Youchu couldn't help calling two of them, but seeing Song Youchu's swift strides, she let him go.Shaking her head helplessly, it seems that her cousin is really well, so she can rest assured.Immediately, she took the show basket and went back to her room. The patterns she had received were not finished yet, and seeing that the day of delivery was approaching, she had to hurry up.

"Little cousin, run slowly, and be careful not to fall." Xu Xian staggered when he was pulled, but looking at the smiling cousin, the words of reprimand turned into words of helplessness.

"Don't worry, I will watch the road carefully, otherwise I will still be in pain if I fall." Song Youchu didn't look at Xu Xian's face, he opened his big eyes and looked around, expressing his ignorant and curious expression perfectly .

"Little cousin, what do you want to buy?" Xu Xian followed behind, watching Song Youchu move from one stall to another like a loach, he did not lose track of him under his full attention.

Xu Xian couldn't help but feel ashamed. It turned out that his cousin before he got sick was so lively and energetic. He was ashamed of jumping up and down like this.

"I don't want to buy anything, I'm just looking." Song Youchu dropped the rattle tiger hat in his hand, and in a blink of an eye, he went to another stall selling accessories.

"Grandpa, why don't you sell it together with rope decorations." Song Youchu looked at a piece of jade, then looked at the rope next to it, which was obviously used to weave jade accessories, and asked curiously.

"Grandpa? Do you want to call it so hypocritical?" The little elf felt numb all over and couldn't help complaining, "I really don't know how you opened your mouth."

"I'm a child now, and a child should look like a child. Do you have any objections?" Song Youchu hummed softly, holding back any opinions.

"Little cousin, run slowly." Xu Xian managed to squeeze through the crowd, and saw his little cousin chatting happily with the owner of a small stall.

The stall owner was an old man in his fifties. Seeing Xu Xian yelling at Song Youchu, and seeing Song Youchu's eyes fixed on a piece of jade, he asked with a smile, "Young master, are you going to choose it for your brother?"

The old man showed kindness on his face, although these two are cousins, they are brothers and sisters, they are respectful, it is not bad, they are worthy of this piece of jade.

"Grandpa, I can't afford it. Can you keep it for me for two days, and buy it later when I earn money, okay?" Song Youchu looked at Yujue regretfully, and he just looked at the gadgets on the street It's fresh, and by the way, let's see what is good to do and can make money.

But this piece of jade, he really wanted to buy it for Xu Xian, and it was at this time that he realized how poor he was, and his desire to make money became more and more urgent.

But two taels of silver, two days is enough.

"It's fine, but I can only promise to help you stay for two days." The old man didn't refuse either. For things like jade, fate is still important. He thinks this child is pleasing to the eye, so it's okay to stay for two more days.

"Thank you, grandpa." Song Youchu gave the old man a big smile, and the smile became brighter, "By the way, grandpa, you can tie these decorative ropes, which are beautiful and convenient, and will definitely attract more people of."

If you want to wear jade, you have to buy rope and weave it yourself, which is time-consuming and laborious. Most people don't have the time, experience and craftsmanship, so they are definitely willing to buy finished products.He saw that there were finished knots on the booth, so there should be no need to worry about craftsmanship.

"Young master, that's a good idea. I'll try it later." The old man smiled kindly. He was old and confused, and he hadn't noticed this before.

"Then grandpa, my cousin and I are leaving first, you must help me stay for two days."

"Young master, don't worry, I can still remember the old man." After getting an affirmative answer, Song Youchu looked away with a smile on his face, and walked away from Xu Xian.

"Why do you want to give me a gift?" Xu Xian was in a complicated mood, and there was another sentence he didn't ask, why did you know my preferences?

This is something even his sister doesn't know.

He also saw that piece of jade, the milky white body, carved with exquisite patterns, the jade material is just an ordinary jade material, and the white paper is only average, although it is not the best, it is the most suitable for him .

"I want to give you a gift, can't I?" Song Youchu looked around at him, cast a light glance at Xu Xian, as if to say again: If you dare to say no, I'll cry for you.

Anyway, he is a child now, he can react in any way.In front of Yuanjun, he never needs to hide himself, as long as he is true to himself, cry when he still wants to cry, and laugh when he should.

"Actually, you can ask me to buy it for you." Xu Xian suddenly felt sorry for his little cousin, who was abandoned by his family when he was a child, and when his aunt picked it up, he had already started to remember things.Because of previous experience, he was a little sensitive, and his uncle and aunt were also scrupulous about this, and they never dared to mention the genealogy with his cousin, but only gave him a name.

The uncle and aunt have no children, and they have always raised their cousin as their own child, thinking about waiting for the cousin to grow up and make plans, but unexpectedly, the uncle and aunt did not wait for this day after all.

"No. I gave it to you, I want to buy it myself." Song Youchu refused, took Xu Xian to a cloth shop, pointed at the crowded crowd and asked: "What are you doing? "

Xu Xian raised his eyes to look over, and immediately understood.

"The owner of that cloth shop is surnamed Chen. We usually call him Boss Chen. Those people over there are painters who are living in poverty. Boss Chen's cloth shop also sells ready-made clothes, and the styles of the clothes sold are made by these painters." As long as the painting is taken by Boss Chen, he will give matching money according to the painting."

As far as Boss Chen's idea is concerned, he still admires it. The painters are all voluntary to paint, and the rewards are honest, and there is no fraud.In this way, not only will there be new styles for sale in our store, but the painters will also be able to support themselves and support themselves with their own hands, which is simply a win-win situation.

Song Youchu's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he rushed towards Xu Xian, "Cousin, let's try it too."

It's true that when sleepiness comes, someone will give you a pillow. He has also learned to draw, and the original owner has also learned some painting skills, so he is not worried about whether he will reveal his secrets.Besides, before the original owner came to Xu Xian's house, they only knew each other, and they really didn't know each other well.

As for the style of clothes, he has a lot of brains, as long as he modifies it according to the clothing style of this era, it will be a new finished product.

Seeing Song Youchu plunge into it with great interest, happily grinding and picking up the pen, writing and drawing on the paper from time to time, he stopped and told Song Youchu that these people are all specialized in painting.And Boss Chen's eyes are also very picky.The few times he painted, Boss Chen never took a fancy to it.

Forget it, let the little cousin be happy.

In fact, Xu Xian was still a little shy and embarrassed by the cyst.

What's going on at home, my sister has never kept it from him, so he knows it all.But he is only twelve years old now, even if he wants to share a little for his sister, it is just a chore at home. If he goes out to work, no one at his age is willing to use him.

"Cousin, I finished the drawing, come and take a look." Song Youchu put down the brush, with a faint blush on his face, he waved to Xu Xian.

Xu Xian smiled lightly, picked up the drawing paper on the case, unfolded it and said, "Let me see, how is my little cousin's drawing skills?!"

There was a pause on the last word, then the voice rose slightly, and he suddenly looked at Song Youchu, with disbelief shining in his eyes.

"How about it, the painting is not bad." Song Youchu laughed badly, it wasn't him bragging, although his painting skills are not at the level of a master, but there is no problem in looking at paintings to support himself.He is very fortunate now that he learned meticulous painting instead of hard strokes when his hands were itchy.

To talk about learning brush painting, he has to thank the netizen who asked for Chunyang together at the beginning. That netizen is a fan of Lu Dongbin. He kept telling him how powerful Lu Dongbin is. Danqing would definitely wait and wait, stuffing his ears.

After listening for a long time, Song Youchu couldn't help but be moved.Since the sect I wanted was created by Lu Dongbin, it would be good to know some skills that Lu Dongbin knew.Lu Dongbin was a literati first, so he didn't need to think about poetry and songs, but he could try painting.

"It's not just good, it's really good." Staring at the painting in his hand, Xu Xian's eyes lit up, his expression a little obsessed.This delicate brushwork, realistic style, taking shape from spirit, establishing form with lines, expressing meaning with form, perfectly combining spirit and form, is more suitable for drawing clothes styles than ink painting. He never thought of it before Woolen cloth.

However, it takes at least ten years of hard work to achieve such a background in painting. My little cousin is only at the age of the director, how did he possess such advanced painting skills?Xu Xian was a little puzzled, looked at Song Youchu and asked uncertainly: "Little cousin, you drew this."

"Of course I drew it, otherwise who do you think it is." Facing Xu Xian's distrust, Song Youchu was a little annoyed.You can't distrust him just because he looks small.

"No, no, I don't believe you. It's just that I was a little surprised when I saw you have such painting skills." Xu Xian hurriedly apologized. He watched his little cousin complete the painting. Of course, it is impossible for someone else to write it.

"It's best like this." Satisfied, Song Youchu pointed to the drawing paper and said, "Do you think Boss Chen can read it?"

I think it's almost inseparable, and I went through this sentence in my stomach. Looking at Song Youchu's confident eyes, I couldn't help but play tricks, "I think you should be able to choose because of your young age." on the top."

"Ah?" The ending was dragged on for a long time, the bright smile disappeared, and a disappointed expression floated on his cheeks.

Seeing Song Youchu's heartbroken, Xu Xian suddenly felt that he had gone a little too far, and quickly comforted him: "We'll talk about it later, let's take the blueprint to Boss Chen for a look."

"Okay." Song Youchu replied weakly, lowered his head in frustration, and quietly cast a glance at the panicked Xu Xian, with a smile of successful mischief flashing in his eyes.

Hmph, if I were a seven-year-old child, I would still not know what level I was painting.

"Boss Chen, what do you think of this blueprint?" Boss Chen would come here to sit in the hall every day, but the time is not fixed every day. Song Youchu and the others were lucky today, Boss Chen just came here.

"Hey, it's Mr. Xu, why come to the shop today when you have time?" Boss Chen was buried in the pile of blueprints, when he heard a voice above his head, he pulled himself out of the world of blueprints, and saw that it was an old acquaintance , suddenly happy.

He knew a little about this Xu Xian, he was his son's classmate, and his family conditions were not very good, and he also submitted his own blueprints, but the styles were relatively ordinary, so he didn't accept it.

Pushing Song Youchu out, Xu Xian said: "My cousin is playful. He heard that Boss Chen collects clothes drawings here, so he drew a few pictures. Please Boss Chen to have a look."

"Okay, let me take a look." Boss Chen didn't take it seriously when he saw the painting by He and the seven-year-old boy, but he took it over to show respect, but the moment he saw the drawing, he was suddenly attracted.

"This, is this painting really painted by Lingdi?" Boss Chen looked at Xu Xian with a trembling voice, obviously discovering something special just like Xu Xian.

Seeing Boss Chen's shocked eyes, Xu Xian looked proud and nodded affirmatively: "I watched my cousin finish this painting, and the painters over there can also testify, so naturally it is true .”

Boss Chen turned his attention to Song Youchu, Song Youchu stepped back awkwardly, under Chen Boss' bare/naked/naked eyes, carefully moved his steps, hid behind Xu Xian, poked out a small head from behind, and He looked at Boss Chen with curiosity and fear.

Now that he is a child, it is normal to be afraid, which saves him the need to explain the problem of painting skills. Song Youchu couldn't help feeling annoyed that he should have hidden his clumsiness if he knew earlier.

"..." Seeing Song Youchu's actions, Boss Chen's mood was a little complicated, as if he was being stalked all at once, and couldn't get down, feeling extremely uncomfortable.If he lived in modern times, he would know that he is speechless and embarrassing now.

"What does Boss Chen think?" Xu Xian didn't know why Song Youchu suddenly hid behind him, but he subconsciously protected him and brought the focus back to himself.

"Yes, no problem at all." Boss Chen took a closer look at the first drawing. The style is good, the matching is novel and mainstream, and the color palette is bright but integrated, which is not bad.Then, when he turned to the next page, his eyes suddenly lit up. The style was familiar to him, but the patterns on the clothes were unique. There were very few clothes that could gather flowers and birds on the clothes at the same time without seeming inconsistent.

After looking at several pictures in a row, Boss Chen nodded frequently, knowing that he still had something to say when he saw the last one.After thinking about it for a while, he raised his head and asked for a price: "All the drawings are fine. There are five drawings in total, each of which is one tael of silver. What do you think?"