After he finished painting, the boss nodded, "They are all common things. I estimate that these will cost more than ten taels in total. Do you really want to customize a set?" With this money, you might as well use it to make silver.
What about the bracelet?
"You have to pay two taels as a deposit first."
"When will it be ready?" Yuan Suijun asked, while handing over two taels of silver as a deposit. The shop owner wrote him a note for the deposit and stamped it with his own red seal.
"These are not difficult to make. Just come over and pick them up tomorrow afternoon."
Having settled his worries, Yuan Suijun breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go back.
When he was going out, he caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure out of the corner of his eye. Yuan Suijun recognized it at a glance. It was Su Yueling's eldest aunt, Su Liao.
Yuan Baoshu told him about Su Liao's visit to try to "borrow money" some time ago, which also made him realize that Su Yueling's previous life in the Su family was probably not that satisfactory, and she naturally had no good impression of Su Liao.
From Su Liao's sneaky look, one could guess at a glance that she was probably uneasy and kind-hearted, but she didn't know who was unlucky this time.
Looking in the direction of Su Liao's family, Yuan Suijun saw a figure beyond his expectation - a masked man wearing a blue shirt embroidered with green bamboo. The man's figure looked familiar, and Yuan Suijun followed him.
He recognized Zhang Chengwang through his clothes.
There was a sense of watching a good show in his eyes, and he finally followed him. When passing by a stall, he bought a mask with two cents and covered his face. He saw Zhang Chengwang walking into the southeast corner of the county town.
In that dead end.
Yuan Suijun had an idea in his mind and walked in another direction. From there, he happened to be on the other side of the alley. Through the wall, he could hear the conversation but not be discovered by the person involved.
As for Su Liao, she naturally followed him without hesitation.
Zhang Chengwang didn't know that there was a little tail behind him, so he came to the dead end with ease. When he walked inside, he held a roll of paper in his hand, which contained his works during this period.
The two policy essays and three poems are all based on the theme of autumn and winter. Zhang Chengwang estimates that after the results of the college examination are announced, scholars in the city will hold various poetry meetings, and these will come in handy.
As for the two policy papers, they were written by Li Jianyue, the only son of his old client Li Yuanwai. He was willing to pay 10 taels of silver for each of the policy papers. Subtracting the royal commission for these two papers, he could get them.
To 16 taels.
Zhang Chengwang thought that the money could be used to buy fields.
Zhang Chengwang waited for a while, and finally waited until Zhang Da, his usual cooperator, arrived. Zhang Da was always tight-lipped and never leaked client information. But just in case, Zhang Chengwang would wear a mask every time he met him.
He claimed in front of Zhang Da that his name was Yuan Qian.
Zhang Da smiled when he saw "Yuan Qian" and said, "Mr. Yuan is here. How many articles have you written this time?"
Zhang Chengwang tried his best to sound more mature, "The two policy papers requested by Li Yuanwai have been written, and there are also three poems related to autumn and winter."
His eyes widened and he said, "If you can trust me, I will send these to Mr. Li's wife's house right now. It's not far from here anyway."
Zhang Chengwang also wanted to get the money as soon as possible and nodded.
Zhang Da knew that this was a big business and wanted to facilitate it as soon as possible so that he could get several taels of commission, so he ran out quickly.
After a stick of incense, Zhang Da came back again. There was sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that he had been running all the way. His dark face was flushed with excitement.
I was so impressed by your literary talent that you gave me 50 taels in one breath."
"Take these 40 taels."
This time he got 10 taels of silver directly.
There was joy in Zhang Chengwang's eyes. Previously, he had sold articles for up to thirty taels a year, but this time he made much more than he imagined.
He took the money, put it away, and said to Zhang Da: "I will probably be busy for a while, and I'm afraid I won't be able to cooperate in the next few months." He will have the hospital examination in August, so he has to focus on this.
Zhang Da patted his chest and said, "It's okay, I can wait. If you have new works, remember to contact me, Lao Zhang."
There was a bang, which was very much like the sound of someone accidentally hitting something. Zhang Da looked warily at the alley not far away and strode over. Zhang Chengwang's heart was raised. Could it be that someone was stealing?
Hearing their conversation? He comforted himself that he always wore a mask and used a pseudonym. Even if the other party heard it, he would not know his identity.
Moreover, the surname Yuan... could not be associated with him. So he calmed down again.
After Zhang Da came back, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing. A wild cat knocked over the jar when it ran over."
Zhang Chengwang nodded slightly at him. He had no intention of saying too much to Zhang Da, so as not to expose more information about himself.
Yuan Suijun, who was separated from him by a wall, frowned fiercely.
He did not expect that Zhang Chengwang actually earned money by being a ghostwriter for others. As a scholar, to do this kind of behavior can be said to be rude and unscrupulous.
Especially the pseudonym Yuan Qian adopted by the other party...
Doesn't this surname mean that if the incident comes to light, the trouble will be directed to him?
A cold look appeared on Yuan Suijun's face. If he really had this idea, don't blame him for exposing his face. Not to mention, his handwriting is completely different from Zhang Chengwang's. His handwriting is in his own style, but Zhang Chengwang's handwriting is Guangzheng
Restrictive, the most regular type.
Perhaps he chose this path because he knew that his calligraphy and paintings could not be sold. But even when Yuan Suijun was most in need of money, he would rather copy books than do such a thing.
He and Zhang Chengwang have different paths and do not seek each other.
Yuan Suijun waited for the sound on the other side of the wall to fade away, and then quietly left after a while.
He took off his mask and gave it to a child on the roadside. Holding the things he bought this time in his hand, he got up and went home. The sword he bought for Sui Feng would not be available until tomorrow.
As soon as he reached the city gate, he was stopped by Su Liao.
Su Liao was not asking Yuan Suijun for money this time. She just asked Yuan Suijun with excitement, "Suijun, do you still recognize me?"
Yuan Suijun called lightly, "Auntie."
Su Liao didn't talk nonsense to him, and said in an excited tone, "Let me ask you a question. I have a relative's child who is very talented. Then someone came to him to buy his poems. Several taels of his poems were sold. Do you think it should be right?"
Should it be sold?”
Yuan Suijun realized that Su Liao was planning to ask him about the seriousness of the matter so as to manipulate Zhang Chengwang.
He showed a serious expression, "This kind of fraud is not advisable. If word spreads, I'm afraid your relative's child will be ruined and everyone will be ashamed to associate with this person."
Mr. Su Liao understands, this is a big taboo among scholars!
It turns out that her good son-in-law committed such a major crime, and she will have something to control him in the future.