Half a month later, while counting the Fuso coins in his pocket, Liu Xiu frowned slightly, "I'm short of money. It's time to find a way to make money... You also need medicinal materials for martial arts training, otherwise your body won't be able to support it!"
There are many ways to make money in my mind, but I just can't use them.
“Paint to make a living!”
Liu Xiu thought about it, bought an easel, and various colors of paint, and started painting. A little bit of brushing, and soon several paintings were completed.
Then, we arrived at a corner of the campus and started setting up a stall.
"A painting, with any subject, the price is ten yuan Fuso coins!" Liu Xiu wrote down a sign, then sat under the umbrella and read books. Making money from painting is just a side job. If you forget your main job for the side job, then
It's just putting the cart before the horse.
Soon, a group of students came over, looked at the prices, and frowned.
"The painting is quite good, but it's too expensive! Ten Yuan Fuso coins are too expensive! Can it be cheaper?" asked a student.
"cannot!"
Liu Xiu said.
Several students left.
Another group of people came, looked at the price, shook their heads and left; another group of people came, and another group of people left.
All morning, there was still no customer.
Liu Xiu stood up and packed his things. He had classes in the afternoon and could not set up a stall.
In this way, ten consecutive days passed and still failed to open.
"Wu An, your approach won't work!" Seeing the bleak business, Chen Zhen suggested: "Lower the price!"
"There is no need to lower the price!" Liu Xiudao said: "Those who have money don't care about the price; those who don't have money will not come to buy. It seems that the sales method is a bit bad!"
As he spoke, he felt a little discouraged.
When it comes to painting skills, he is already at the level of a master, comparable to Tang Bohu, but his business is still bleak. Is it possible that he really wants to be like Van Gogh, poor during his life, and famous after his death? No, no, he wants to learn from Picasso and live
The painting then entered the Louvre.
"Chen Zhen, you are free when you are idle. I will draw a picture for you!"
Business was bleak. Liu Xiu observed Chen Zhen for a moment, closed his eyes again, and started to think about it in his mind. After a long time, he opened his eyes, took out the brush, brushed a little, and started painting quickly. About half an hour later, the painting was
finished.
"Is this me?"
Chen Zhen looked at the picture as if he were looking at himself in a mirror. Every pore was clearly visible, especially the "god" in his eyes.
The painting is no longer a dull dead painting, but has a spirit!
"No matter how good he is, is it possible that he should imitate Tang Bohu..." Liu Xiu suddenly thought.
In later generations, Tang Bohu's paintings were very famous and made a lot of money; but in the early days, Tang Bohu's paintings also brought in bleak income. In order to make money, for five pecks of rice, Tang Bohu decisively gave up and started painting palace paintings to make ends meet.
In movies and TV series, Tang Bohu is a rich second generation, free and happy, but in reality, Tang Bohu failed the imperial examination, failed to become an official, and could not sell paintings. He could only paint the palace to make a living. In essence, it is similar to the later generations.
In the article, there is not much difference between the Internet writers who wrote Xiao Huangwen.
Is it possible that he also wants to learn from Tang Bohu?
But Tang Bohu had no hope of taking the imperial examination, and he was in despair. As the saying goes, if you break the pot, you will lose it, but he still wants to lose face, and he can't afford to embarrass that person.
…
At night, we returned to the apartment again.
Just after sitting down for a moment, there was a knock on the door. Liu Xiu stepped forward and opened the door. It was the landlord.
The landlord, a woman in her thirties, dressed in Fuso clothing with an elegant face, said: "Li Jun, it's time to pay the rent!"
"Ahem, I've been a little nervous lately. I must pay it all next month!" Liu Xiu said awkwardly.
"Li Jun, our family's life is not easy. This is the only time. If you don't pay the full amount next time, please leave here!" the landlady threatened.
Liu Xiu could only nod.
The landlord left, and Liu Xiu once again counted the silver coins in his pocket, which was extremely embarrassing. His career of selling paintings was not going well, and there were difficulties at home. There were not many silver coins in his pocket, and he was in trouble both internally and externally.
"Is it possible that you really want to be a gentleman?"
Liu Xiu knocked on the table, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
In the previous mission worlds, Liu Xiu was either born into a noble family or a prince. He was born into fine clothes and fine food, and was served by maids and maids. He didn't have to worry about money at all, and he never worried about money. But now, he was in embarrassment.
Nowadays, his martial arts cultivation has recovered a little, and he is proficient in the art of empty hands. If he goes to a wealthy family, he can steal ill-gotten wealth easily and without leaving any clues.
But Liu Xiu was disdainful.
Stealing, robbery, dishonesty, etc. are not acceptable to nobles.
To be a noble is to abide by virtue. For the sake of money, it is not worth throwing away virtue.
…………
When I woke up the next day, after class, I was selling paintings again.
Time is passing by, and at night, no one cares.
Paralyzed!
As if he was a little angry, Liu Xiu tore up several paintings with a wave of his hand and stopped painting from now on. The so-called Picasso and the so-called Tang Bohu should go away.
Painting is worse than carrying a treasure.
It’s better to get to the pier and carry your bags!
As he said that, he took out the matches and burned all the remaining paintings.
The fire was burning and turned into ashes. I stepped on it a few times with my feet.
I breathed a sigh of relief and thought about my future plans... It's okay to resist the package, but I can't make much money. It's hard to support the expenses. Is it possible that I really want to rob the rich and give to the poor.
"Li Jun, why did you burn it?"
At this time, a young girl walked up. She had jet black hair, her hair was tied into a bun, her face was extremely beautiful, her eyebrows were picturesque, her complexion was crystal clear, as soft as jade, she was extremely alluring, and she had a pair of deep eyes.
Like a star, her waist and upper body are straight, showing off her beautiful lines. She is well-tailored, luxurious in texture, and a light green silk dress embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns, making her look elegant and noble.
"Hello, Lingzi!"
Liu Xiudao.
Lingzi is a noble of the Kingdom of the Sun with a mysterious identity. He was once the first in the mechanical department. Since Liu Xiu arrived in the mechanical department, Lingzi has slipped to second place.
I tried many times, but I'm still the second best.
The relationship between the two is average.
"Li Jun's paintings are already at the level of a master, on the level of Zhang Mingren!" Lingzi stepped forward, looked at some paintings, and commented.
"When I was fifteen, I could draw as well as Zhang Mingren, and then I spent my whole life learning how to draw like a child!" Liu Xiu said.
"Why should we learn painting from children? Shouldn't it be about transcending ourselves?" Lingzi asked curiously.
"Children's eyes are the purest and can see the reality of the world; while adults' eyes have impurities and fame and fortune, and the world they see is no longer pure and no longer real!" Liu Xiu said: "Today, there are impurities and fame and fortune."
It’s my last day to sell paintings!”
“I’ll give you free flowers!”
As Liu Xiu spoke, he took out the canvas, looked at Lingzi up and down, and finally closed his eyes and started thinking.
After a while, I opened my eyes, took out my brush and started painting.