This lantern is made by oneself, and the picture on it can also be drawn by oneself. The stall owner can use the drawn pattern directly to make a lantern on site.
"Which one do you like?"
"Little Pig's." Jiang Yuan stared at the lanterns.
"Oh, sir, we don't have a piggy lantern here, mainly because I don't know how to do it. Take a look, or else choose another one?"
The stall owner quickly spoke.
Of all the lantern frames he had prepared, there was no one for Piggy.
Jiang Yuan was struggling, and Fu Jiu asked, "Can we make one ourselves?"
"You can? Of course you can!"
He has a large number of bamboo strips for making lanterns here, and he can make them on the spot just in case one type is sold out.
What I said about doing it on site naturally includes this.
Fu Jiu took the bamboo stick and Jiang Yuan looked sideways.
He lowered his head, ran his slender fingers through the bamboo strips, bent them, and then tied them with strings to fix them. Then he took more bamboo strips and piled them up one by one.
After a while, what was originally invisible gradually revealed its rudimentary shape, which was the shape of a pig.
When the frame was ready, he took paper and glued the piggy lantern.
When the whole piglet came out, the stall owner was surprised and said: "Young master is very good at craftsmanship. Can I make a piglet like this and sell it?"
This little pig is soft and cute, with a chubby body and a round head.
Originally, few girls bought Piggy toys because they were too ugly.
But the piglets he made are very cute. Those girls must like them very much. They will definitely be able to make more money with this.
"sure."
Fu Jiu didn't care and just looked at Jiang Yuan.
"What do you want to draw on this?"
Jiang Yuan thought for a while, took a pen and sketched a few random strokes on the paper prepared by the stall owner.
With just a few strokes, the image is already displayed.
That's a pen of pigs...
Jiang Yuan boasted: "I hope my pig can be sold for a lot of money!"
When Fu Jiu saw this, he couldn't laugh or cry.
"Young master, you have such good brushwork skills! I've been running this stall for so many years, and I've never seen you draw like this!"
The stall owner saw that Jiang Yuan's painting was simple, but people could tell what he was painting at a glance.
Fu Jiu took it over and glued this small painting onto the pig lantern. The lantern was completely completed.
"How much is the total?" Jiang Yuan asked.
"No money, I'll give it to you." The stall owner also learned a skill of making pig lanterns from them, so how could he still accept her money?
By the way, he also presented a lantern with a little rabbit as a gift.
Jiang Yuan held a lantern in one hand and happily took advantage of it.
They passed by and asked Fu Jiu to participate in lantern riddles and poetry gatherings. As long as there was a winner, she would let Fu Jiu join.
Don’t give up if you have money, you bastard.
After playing these few games, I made a small profit of 5,000 taels.
Jiang Yuan kept all the ordinary small money himself.
As a result, now only half of the people in the streets of Qingzhou Prefecture know that there is a man named Fu Jiu who has great literary talent and is the first in every poetry and prose game.
Even though Fu Jiu was wearing a pig mask, he couldn't resist his fame these days.
There are still girls who are determined to give up and want to give the sachet to Fu Jiu.
However, they were all thrown back by Jiang Yuan.
For a moment, the man with a mustache next to Fu Jiu made the girls in the city gnash their teeth and wanted to beat her to vent their anger.