Half an hour after Zama, it was dawn and the cloud scene was finished. At this time, the cargo ship that had been silent all night also became noisy.
After all, this is just a cargo ship, not as good as a specialized passenger ship. There is almost no entertainment on board. The passengers on the ship can do nothing except rest in the cabin, stretch their shins and look at the mountains and rivers. Of course, the kind of people who live in single rooms and
The rich people in the suites don't count. No one can control people doing indescribable things in their private space...
Boring is only for passengers who pay money to take the boat. In fact, the people on the cargo ship are actually quite busy.
The staff here work in three shifts, and Yang Fan, who is at the helm of the boat, is on alert... These people dare not relax for a moment.
Yesterday afternoon, he had a big meal on the boat. Although it was not wasted, Yunjing felt that it was really not delicious and he was not going to eat it today. However, he had no money and was reluctant to spend money to go to a better restaurant.
So today's breakfast is a problem for him.
What to eat?
The conditions on the ship are limited. Don't even think about making a fire for cooking. This is a wooden ship. I'm afraid they will have to kick him off as soon as he tries to make a fire. He may even be beaten and sued. After all, if a fire occurs on this ship,
People and goods will suffer.
"I can't light a fire to make food, and I don't want to eat the unpalatable big pot of rice... Hey, I can still wrong myself, otherwise I will waste my ability."
Muttering in his heart, Yun Jing stretched out his telepathy and searched for breakfast within a radius of nine kilometers.
Within the scope of his telekinesis, he found a small dock on the shore. There was someone selling breakfast there, including buns, steamed buns and noodles. The cargo ship had officially set sail, so naturally it was impossible to get by, so Yunjing had to fetch it from the air.
, made a bowl of noodles.
Of course, he paid and understood the charge, which was five coppers per bowl. Yunjing sent five coppers over the air, and then took away the bowl of noodles that the boss had just made.
As for what the noodle seller thought when he saw his empty hands and the five copper coins flying out of thin air, Yun Jing didn't care. There are many people who are skilled in martial arts in this world, and this kind of thing about taking things from afar
It’s not that no one has done it before, so the boss must learn to adapt.
After finishing the bowl of noodles with a splash, Yunjing returned the bowl before he had gone far.
That's it for one breakfast.
He did it secretly. Even if everyone woke up this morning, their eyes were bleary, so there was no time to pay attention to his little movements.
And even if someone discovers it, it doesn't matter. Although Yunjing doesn't want to be high-profile, it's not a shameful thing. Besides, he also paid for it, so he can go to whoever he loves.
After eating, Yunjing found a spacious place to sit, put the book box in front of him, took out pens, ink, paper and inkstones and put them in the small space on the top of the book box. His stall was now supported.
Even though he planned to make some money by sketching for people, Yun Jing still planned to use a brush. Who said that a brush couldn't be used for sketching? It was just a matter of thick and thin handwriting and hundreds of millions of details, so it wasn't a big problem.
In order to prevent others from not knowing what he does, he simply writes some words on a piece of white paper and sticks it on the front of the book box. It says: 'Helping portraits of people on the spot, one tael of silver each.'
To be honest, Yun Jing is not a famous person. One tael of silver to paint a portrait is very expensive, but he has no intention of doing business for the poor. The poor are reluctant to spend that money, and this business will not last long. After all, there are only
There are so many people, it's probably a short-term business if you have jujubes but don't have jujubes. What if someone comes to your door, right? If you draw a picture, you'll make money.
This kind of thing is all about mutual consent. If someone asks him to paint and is not satisfied in the end, he can convince Yunjing that his painting is really not worth that much money. The worst he can do is not charge money and close the stall, and then think of other ways to make money.
method, if someone deliberately picks a fight and wants to have sex for free, he is not a vegetarian.
Although his stall was well maintained, no one came to visit it this early in the morning as people were busy washing up or having breakfast. Although some people looked around for a while, no one came to ask him to paint.
Yun Jing was not in a hurry. He couldn't rush such a thing, so he simply took out a book and read it leisurely.
At this time, the benefits of going out with a book are revealed. It is better to use a book as a cover than to wait around, otherwise you will feel embarrassed.
After waiting for half an hour, Yunjing waited for a sailor from a cargo ship.
The other party was tall, thick, and illiterate. He scratched his head and asked Yun Jing: "Sir, I see you have been sitting here for a long time. What are you doing?"
"I'll give you one tael of silver for a portrait. Can this big brother take one?" Yun Jing looked away from the book and looked at the other person with a smile.
The other party was stunned, waved his hand and said: "One tael of silver a pair, it's so expensive, I don't have the money, take my leave."
After saying that, the other party left, and then met up with his companions, pointing at Yun Jing from time to time, probably discussing the fact that someone was actually doing business on the boat.
Yunjing didn't take it seriously and continued to wait for the guests to come.
It is said that the people here are quite friendly, no one came to chase him away, and no one came to collect stall fees from him. After all, this is their own territory.
After waiting for a while, no one came, Yun Jing was a little confused.
It didn’t matter that no one asked him to make money from his paintings. Instead, he became the scenery in the eyes of others.
Not far away, on the railings on the second, third and fourth floors, some wealthy people who could afford to live in single rooms, including some older girls and younger wives, were secretly looking at the cloud scenery, biting their ears and whispering something that made people blush and heartbeat.
They thought Yunjing couldn't hear them.
"Tsk, women have nothing to do with men when they talk about dirty jokes. Well, it seems that the protagonist of their conversation is me? This..."
Thinking of this, Yun Jing was confused. Forget it, if he didn't listen, he would just pretend he didn't know.
Men make love to women, and sometimes women also make love to men. Just think about it, can you still stop her?
After waiting for a while, there were still no customers. Instead, Bai Zhi, who was strolling around after breakfast, saw Yun Jing and said dumbly: "Good morning, Mr. Yun, what are you...?"
As she said that, she pointed to Yunjing's stall.
Yun Jing said calmly: "Good morning, Miss Bai, you are telling me this. I am very shy in my pocket, so I just want to make some money with my craftsmanship, but I haven't waited for the customers to come."
"That's it. I really envy you scholars. You have such flexible minds that you can always think of ways to make money." Bai Zhi stroked the hair beside her ears and said with a smile.
After pondering for a while, Yunjing thought about why no customers came to the door. This was because no one knew his painting skills. No one's money came from strong winds, so naturally he couldn't come here to squander it.
So you need to advertise.
So Yunjing looked at Bai Zhi and said, "Miss Bai, would you like me to draw one for you?"
"Mr. Yun is giving me a hard time. I don't have the money to ask you to paint. One tael of silver is so expensive," Bai Zhi said, waving her hands.
Although Yunjing is rare in the world, it is not a reason for Bai Zhi to spend blindly. She is probably very happy to talk about love, and forget about money...
Yun Jing smiled and said: "Miss Bai misunderstood, I don't charge you money, I will paint for you for free, but I need your portrait to be placed aside to attract customers to show off my painting skills, and the painting will be given to you in the end.
Just do me a favor, can you?"
"That's right, that's no problem," Bai Zhi nodded after hearing Yun Jing's explanation.
You can get a painting for free without spending any money, and it can also help Yunjing, why not do it. As for Yunjing using his portrait to attract customers, all the people in the world are walking around in public, such details
do not mind.
After agreeing, she asked: "Since Mr. Yun wants to help me paint, do you need me to dress up?"
Her mentality is normal. Just like some women in Yunjing's previous life, she wouldn't let you take pictures without makeup. If you take pictures, you have to delete them...
"There's no need to dress up, that's all. I can do it quickly," Yunjing said with a smile, then put down the book and began to polish ink.
There are free models. I think the exhibition of paintings should be open soon, right? If this doesn't work, I guess this business is dead...
After grinding the ink, prepare a small bamboo tube of water to adjust the density, then spread out a piece of paper, press it with a paperweight, Yunjing took out a brush and started.
When the incident came to an end, Bai Zhi felt a little embarrassed. Just like the person facing the camera, she didn't even know where to put her hands, and her expression suddenly became unnatural.
"Miss Bai, don't be nervous. Just do whatever you want. Don't worry about me."
Yun Jing used a brush to sketch on the white paper without looking up. He had a photographic memory and didn't even need to look at Bai Zhi for a second time. He already had an idea of what kind of painting he wanted to draw.
He decided to draw a bust of Bai Zhi. The background was a partial area of the cargo ship, with sails and lofts. In one sentence, it was a casual 'capture' scene.
Um, having said that, Yunjing himself was a bit dumbfounded. When people went out to make a living, it was either swordsmanship, intrigues, picking up girls, pretending to be cool, or killing people and grabbing treasures. But as for him, he was actually trying to find ways to earn money and had no business. What the hell was that?
The thing is, it’s not interesting at all, it’s as bland as water.
Tsk, just be ordinary. It doesn’t matter. Who in this life is not ordinary most of the time? When time passes, who can remember a few memorable things?
Take those who practice martial arts. Although they practice martial arts to prepare for fights with others, how many fights can they do in a lifetime? Most people who have practiced martial arts for decades will tell the truth once they set foot in the world and fight for the first time...
She found that Yun Jing was not looking at her but was immersed in painting. Although Bai Zhi felt much more natural, she was wondering in her heart, why don't you look at others when you help them paint?
She was puzzled, but she didn't speak, and her eyes were quickly attracted by something.
What caught her eye was Yun Jing's paperweight, two ordinary stone strips. They looked like ordinary bluestone strips, but for some reason, Bai Zhi had a vague feeling that those things were not ordinary. What was not ordinary about them?
, she couldn’t tell.
"It's strange, Mr. Yun seems to be full of confusion..." Bai Zhi muttered in her heart.
Yunjing's two paperweights had been kept by him for many years, nourished with spiritual energy every day, and they must have changed subtly.
Paperweights are usually a pair instead of one. When used, one presses the left side of the paper and the other presses the top of the paper.
The two paperweights were still made of bluestone, and there was nothing special about their appearance. However, Yunjing knew that the weight of his two paperweights now far exceeded that of gold and iron, and they were extremely tough and could even be used to block knives.
No problem, none of this is important. The important thing is that the paperweight seems to have magical properties. Anyway, when you put the thing around when writing, your impetuous mood can calm down, which is very magical. It looks ordinary, but in fact it is not.
not normal……
In just over twenty minutes, the painting of the cloud scene was completed.
Although he used a brush to outline, he grasped the details meticulously, and incorporated the light and dark changes of modern painting methods and geometric three-dimensionality into the painting, so his painting was like a black and white photo.
After the painting was finished, Yun Jing showed the photo to Bai Zhi. He said, "Miss Bai, I'm fine. How do you feel?"
Seeing the painting in Yun Jing's hand, Bai Zhiju took a step back, pointed at the painting, her face turned slightly pale, and said with some horror: "Master Yun, you, you, you... what kind of method is this? Do you think it is a painting? Why do I feel that you are using it?"
What method sealed me on the paper!"
"..."
Should the reaction be so exaggerated?
Well, paintings in this world generally pay attention to artistic conception, using simple brushes and inks to express profound artistic conception, but my own hyper-realistic style does not seem to exist.
Thinking of this, Yun Jing smiled and said: "Miss Bai, don't be joking. You can't imagine sealing people on paper. Didn't you keep watching when I was painting just now? I sketched it out stroke by stroke, where was you?
It’s so exaggerated”
With a blush on her face, Bai Zhi was paying attention to Yun Jing's paperweight and not paying attention to the painting.
Hearing what Yun Jing said, she felt a little relieved, but she still said in disbelief: "Master Yun, your painting skills are really superb. They are exactly the same as real people. It's amazing."
While talking, she looked at the painting and subconsciously touched her face, wondering to herself, am I that good-looking?
Yun Jing said: "Miss Bai has received the award, and I don't deserve it for being so amazing. This painting of mine is just realistic, and there is not much artistic knowledge to speak of. Moreover, it is nothing like this. Although the painting is no different from your real person, it is still black and white."
Yes, if I had paint, I could paint a painting that is just like a real person, but unfortunately, I don’t have paint in my hand."
At this point, Yunjing paused and said, "Miss Bai, do you mind if I put your portrait aside to attract customers? We all agreed just now."
"Uh, I don't mind," Bai Zhi opened her mouth and said.
In fact, she was a little concerned about it, but she didn't know that Yunjing's painting was exactly the same as hers. If she just stood aside to attract customers, wouldn't it be equivalent to standing by and helping Yunjing attract customers?
But as she had just said, she couldn't refuse it, unless she paid for it, but she was poor and couldn't bear to pay a tael of silver.
"Thank you very much," Yunjing said as he put her portrait aside.
In fact, when Yun Jing was painting, some people were already watching around him. After all, the boat was too boring, and some people with nothing to do were happy to watch Yun Jing paint to pass the time.
Now everyone who sees the finished painting is amazed at the reality of the cloud scene painting.
"Brother Yun, I didn't expect you to have such ability. You are really amazing. Come on, give me a makeover and make me look more heroic." Luo Zheng was standing on the side watching at some point.
Time stood up and spoke.
"Master, help me draw one too."
"And I……"
Others also realized that they had never seen such a lifelike painting. It was just like a real person. Those who had spare money asked Yun Jing to help draw one.
