There is an additional painting stall among the pig-killing stalls in Dongshi.
The place Rong Tianding chose to sell his paintings was not very good, but this was Rong Li's hard requirement.
Rong Tianding, Jia Zhiyuan and his son are very clever. If they use their private money to buy paintings to pass the test, Rong Li thinks that the father and son can definitely do such a thing.
If you want to sell the painting, you must sell it in front of her pig-killing stall.
With her in charge, no one would dare to collaborate with the father and son in making false sales.
Listening to Rong Tianding's passionate screams, Rong Li couldn't help but feel that it was a pity. If Rong Tianding focused half of his energy on killing pigs, she could also live in a leisurely life.
"Cousin, you have to sell fairy paintings that ward off evil spirits and drive away ghosts!"
Zhang Xuezhou, who was killing pigs with a knife, couldn't help but remind him.
"Selling...hey, selling fairy paintings that ward off evil spirits and drive away ghosts!"
Rong Tianding flinched and glanced at Rong Li's staring eyes, then he bravely shouted again.
As long as he doesn't kill pigs, he can do anything.
Rong's family members were inevitably tainted with the smell of pigs by killing pigs all the year round. Rong Tianding really couldn't stand the strange looks he received when he was studying and meeting friends.
He also didn't want to spend his whole life eating those unsaleable pork offcuts.
This is not the life he wants.
If you don’t change when you are young, you will have too many things you cannot control when you get older.
In this regard, his father Jia Zhiyuan, who married into Rong's family, has a deep understanding of this, and Rong Tianding has no desire to follow in his footsteps.
"Selling fairy paintings?"
Rong Tianding, who had been hawking for several years, instead of selling pictures of pigs eating, actually sold paintings of gods, which made Rong Li slightly surprised.
But Rong Li immediately put back her surprise.
No matter what paintings Rong Tianding sells, he can't sell them.
The high-ranking officials in the wealthy areas looked down upon Rong Tianding's paintings, and ordinary people could not afford such useless objects.
On the road of selling paintings, Rong Tianding was destined to die. In the end, he could only inherit the ancestral business and continue to kill pigs.
Rong Li didn't think there was anything wrong with killing pigs. All her skills were for the sake of living, and killing pigs could give her a stable life, which was enough.
This is a trade that the Rong family has worked hard for for generations, and Rong Li doesn't want to lose it in her own hands.
She stared at Rong Tianding coldly, and then taught Zhang Xuezhou how to drop the knife.
Zhang Xuezhou is a good weigher. He can easily tell the weight of a piece of pork by pinching it. However, Zhang Xuezhou is a bit clumsy in the art of killing pigs. He is not as familiar with the anatomy of pigs as Rong Tianding is, and he is not as good at cutting pigs as he is.
It lacks too much heat.
If he wants to become a qualified pig butcher, Zhang Xuezhou needs to practice for at least three to five years.
"I don't know what Ruoruo was doing with that big-headed soldier. His schedule was so hurried, and he acted just like those gangsters!"
Rong Li muttered a few words in her heart and thought about her sister whom she had only met briefly.
When a loud noise came, she came back to her senses. She stopped pointing the knife at Zhang Xuezhou to kill the pig, and turned her attention to Rong Tianding's painting stall.
"Ling, how could this not work? If it doesn't work, you can come to me. I, Rong Tianding, am also a respectable person. Do I deserve to earn this little pork money from you?"
"The name of this immortal is the ancestor Jiutian Shangfu, the commander-in-chief of the five directions, the Arctic Zuoyuan, the commander-in-chief, the commander-in-chief Tianpeng Zhenjun. He used to be a native of Bianyi, Lu State. He became an immortal because of his pursuit of Taoism, but his parents were killed by ghosts and evil spirits.
He hates ghosts and monsters by nature and wants to beat those dirty things to death when he sees them. All ghosts are afraid of him and will take a detour when they hear his name!"
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When the pictures and methods of selling paintings changed, Rong Tianding found that paintings were quite easy to sell.
These days, gossip spreads very quickly, and the method of transmitting information from person to person adds a bit of added spice.
Yesterday, only a few people like Li Erlang knew about the Night Parade of Hundreds of Ghosts in Shilipo. Today, most people around Rongcheng have heard about it, and the omens are becoming more and more sinister as it spreads.
Although ghosts may not necessarily come to you, there is nothing wrong with buying a fairy image to ward off evil spirits for self-defense.
Although many people have never heard of this immortal who preached about suppressing ghosts and evil spirits, Rong Tianding's words were clear and logical, and they went from being half-believing to being sure and believing.
"Evil things are very fierce, but this god is even more fierce. How can you control ghosts without being fierce?"
"This deity has a ferocious appearance, and we used blood to exorcise evil spirits for the painting. We have borrowed the deity's ferocious power to some extent, and it will not be a problem to suppress some monsters and monsters!"
"Gods are very busy, so how can they protect you every day? How do you expect a painting to protect you for the rest of your life?"
"You are so thoughtful, why don't you go to Mu Taoist and pray to God with a lot of money? See if Mu Taoist's talisman can protect you for the rest of your life!"
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Some small voices were directly suppressed by Rong Tianding.
This was a sale that had been planned for a long time, and many of the answers were almost clear in Rong Tianding's heart. As long as someone asked, he could blurt out the answers.
The pig-headed fairy painting has no ability to ward off evil spirits, and Rong Tianding would not do that kind of thing to keep others safe for life.
As Zhang Xuezhou said, he just needs to delay for a while to let this surge of limelight pass.
As long as the people who buy the paintings don't come across evil things, the reputation of his pig-headed fairy paintings will definitely spread.
And his fairy paintings cannot guarantee that they will last a lifetime. The same customer may purchase them multiple times, which will make him a continuous source of money in the future.
Besides, according to what Li Erlang said, it was the livestock that disappeared in the Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk, and no one heard who was murdered by the ghosts.
His business of selling fairy paintings is very stable and will definitely not cause any trouble.
"It's easy to make money like this, just paint casually." Rong Tianding was slightly happy in his heart, and then thought: "My cousin is really smart, not at all like those ignorant and ignorant people in the mountains. This time has helped me a lot!"
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He had known for a long time that he had an aunt, but he had never met this aunt, let alone heard of Zhang Xuezhou.
A cousin was suddenly introduced into the family, and Rong Tianding felt a little uncomfortable at first.
However, with Zhang Xuezhou's advice and planning, his long-cherished wish came to fruition. Rong Tianding felt that Zhang Xuezhou was one of his own, and there was no thought of any gaps.
Even if Zhang Xuezhou takes over his pork stall, Rong Tianding thinks it will be okay.
He proved himself to Rong Li.
Without the pork stall, Rong Tianding could survive by selling paintings, and even live better.
Seeing that at first there were only one or two people selectively buying, then gradually the crowds came to watch the fun, and then everyone rushed to buy, Rong Tianding was overjoyed.
The people who come to the pork stall to buy meat are not necessarily rich, but at least they are not poor people who can afford meat. This gives him a direct access to a group of potential customers.
Listening to Li Erlang's embellished mention of the Night Parade of Hundreds of Ghosts in Shilipo, some vendors going in and out of the city were even more worried and took money to buy paintings of gods.
"Sold out, please come back tomorrow, I really don't have any left!"
Rong Tianding did not expect that cutting one canvas would not be enough to sell. If he had known that the business was so booming, he would have cut all the canvases in his inventory at any cost.
There was a little more confidence in his eyes, and a little more longing for the future.
But his joy did not last long.
On the second day of his stall, there was a Taoist holding a painting of an immortal in front of his stall. This chapter has been completed!