Royal Master Painter

Chapter 12 Tongbao Pavilion

Chapter 12 Tongbao Pavilion

Tongbao Pavilion doesn't look big from the outside, but there is space inside, the decoration is magnificent, and there is a faint fragrance in the air.

People who come and go in and out of Tongbao Pavilion are all wearing brocade clothes, wearing jade ornaments and sachets, and the fragrant wind blows while walking.

Jiang Greed looked at himself still wearing rough hemp clothes, because Fat Tiger was on his way with him, and his hair was a little disheveled by the wind, so standing here was a bit out of place.

There are seven or eight huge counters in Tongbao Pavilion. In addition to displaying pens, inks, papers and inkstones for sale, there is also a place to sell calligraphy and paintings.

The things here are also frighteningly expensive. The most common piece of drawing paper costs one tael of silver, while the best kind of Chengxin paper is actually sold for a roll of a thousand taels of silver. This price is simply staggering.

"No wonder you want me to find a way to make money"

Jiang Greed looked at the prices of these things with horror. If his dead grandfather knew that he bought a piece of paper with the money saved by generations of old Jiang's family of color-tickers, the old man's coffin board would probably explode.

There are dozens of writing brushes hanging behind a counter in front of you, some made of bamboo and wood, and even a writing brush carved from emerald jade. From the appearance, each one is exquisite in shape and high in quality.

The cheapest pen is already equivalent to a rich family's income for a year, and the most expensive one requires ten thousand taels of silver, which can be called a sky-high price.

Jiang Li didn't even dare to look at the paints on the cabinet. Only after seeing these paints of various colors did he realize that an inch of gold is not an exaggeration but an adjective.

Lu Daoxuan said before that the painter was made of gold and silver, and now Jiang Li finally has some experience.

Jiang Li, who has studied painting for so many years, of course knows what kind of brush is a good one.

Mingming stood in front of the counter for a while, but the shopkeeper did not take the initiative to greet him, but sat behind the counter and sipped tea.

"Shopkeeper, please let me have a look at that pen." Jiang Li pointed to the one he liked more with his finger.

"That's the cheapest pen in Tongbao Pavilion, 60 taels"

The shopkeeper didn't get up to get the pen, but sat still leisurely, with a condescending tone in his tone, he had developed a pair of poisonous eyes long ago in this business.

The painter is the most noble existence in Yunzhou, but the person in front of him is dressed in ordinary clothes and looks a little poor inside and out. Because of the long journey through the mountains and ridges, there are still a few hay sticks stuck in his hair. No wonder scholars can afford it.

"I want to watch before buying," Jiang Greed said.

Some people who looked like scholars frowned and talked a lot after seeing Jiang Li, and then walked away from a long distance, which made Jiang Li feel a little uncomfortable.

"Why would anyone dare to come here?"

No wonder the previous owner of the painting stall said that even if he had money, he might not be able to buy it. Most of the painters or scholars who could be painters or scribes were wealthy sons. This Tongbao Pavilion has also become a place where the upper class of Lin Ancheng gathers. A young man in brocade clothes wearing gold and jade, while Jiang Li's robes and loose clothes are always a bit out of place here.

"Qian Tong, is this Tong Bao Pavilion now reduced to a street stall?" The first son said.

"Such people are here, how can we buy things?"

"Calm down the anger of the two young masters, I will let him go now"

Qian Tong comforted the two of them with a smile, then his expression fell, and he got up and pushed Jiang Li to send him to the door.

"Let's go, let's go, don't delay my business..."

"Snob"

"What did you say?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was furious, and the guards of Tongbao Pavilion also leaned over one after another, intending to take Jiang Li down if they disagreed.

Jiang Li put his hand on the book tube. He didn't want to cause trouble at first, but he didn't mind giving them a funeral ceremony for free when it came to an end.

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, a person walked in from the door, wearing a scholar's crown and holding a folding fan. Just by looking at his temperament, he knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Qian Tong, you are smashing the signboard of Tongbao Pavilion!"

"It turned out to be Mr. Lu Jinglu. Tongbao Pavilion has never been short of buyers. Scholars can come here to choose treasures. At the same time, we will also select customers who I am willing to sell.

So Mr. Lu can't talk nonsense, not to mention that this is not Zanzong City but Lin'an City. "Qian Tong was respectful on the surface, but his words were very rude.

"I've always been a quick-talking person, and if I don't like it, I have to take care of it. I want this pen."

"Okay, 200 taels of silver"

There seemed to be some grievances between Qian Tong and Lu Jing, so they refused to give in to each other. This pen, which was originally 60 taels, was directly increased to 200 taels.

"Is this a special price for me?" Lu Jing asked with a smile.

"Yes, who told you that you are not short of money, or I will put this pen back"

Qian Tong's face is full of treachery, and Lu Jing's reputation in Yunzhou is not small, which can make him feel bad, and Qian Tong feels secretly happy.

"Pack it up"

Lu Jing handed over the pencil case to Jiang Tan.

"Meeting is fate, this pen is for you"

"Although I'm not a big shot, but with this experience, I don't think it's possible for me to have anything to do with the garbage in Tongbao Pavilion."

After all, Lu Jing was still young and suffered a secret loss in Qian Tong's hands, but Jiang Li's words were undoubtedly slapping Qian Tong in the face.

"Boy, do you know what you're talking about?" Qian Tong's expression was grim.

"You heard every word and every word clearly, do you need me to repeat it?"

When I was a color maker, I always adhered to the idea that the customer is God. I never thought that when I was a customer, I would encounter such a shopkeeper as Qian Tong who deceived customers and had a low-minded attitude.

"Looking at you, you should be a scribe, do you know what will happen to a scribe if he offends me, Tongbao Pavilion?

Almost all the top-grade pens, inks, papers, inkstones and pigments in the entire Yunzhou are provided by Tongbao Pavilion, and being on the blacklist of Tongbao Pavilion is equivalent to ruining one's future. "

Qian Tong looked at Jiang Li coldly. If Lu Jing wasn't here, he would have wanted to tear Jiang Li into pieces.

"You exalt yourself too much, Tongbao Pavilion can't cover the sky with one hand."

"Since Mr. Lu gave you a pen, I'll handle it myself."

Jiang Greed took out the pen, broke it off with both hands in full view of the public, and threw it to the side of the road. Although he is short of money now, it is not difficult for him to make money according to his painting skills.

"The quality of this pen is too poor, Mr. Jiang accidentally broke it"

Seeing Lu Jing's smug smile, 200 taels of silver would not be a bad loss for him, but Qian Tong's face turned red and he wanted to get angry, but because of the identity of the other party, he didn't dare to do it easily.

"I have a new pen here, please accept it if you don't mind it"

With Lu Jing's unknown background and meeting by chance, Jiang Li was unwilling to accept his pen, but right now he really didn't have a pen in his hand so he could only accept it.

Lu Jing's pen is dark black, with red tassels on the top and glyphs on the bottom. It has a round start and a moderate weight. When you twist the pen with your fingers, the tip of the pen is even.

"good pen"

"Master Jiang seems to be an expert."

Seeing Jiang Li's skillful handling and testing of pens, you can tell good from bad at a glance. Lu Jing was a little surprised. Among the people he met, only those old scribes who had been immersed in painting for decades could be so skilled. Just knowing if there was, Lu Jing concluded that this seemingly poor scholar in front of him was not simple.

"I have nothing to give as a gift, so just give Mr. Lu a painting." Jiang Li didn't want to owe anyone favors.

"Okay, I have all the paint and paper here"

As Lu Jing said, he took out some items from his book tube inlaid with gold and jade, and unfolded the paper on the counter.

Generally, before painting, a painter would draw a draft and think about what to paint, but Jiang Li just painted with a brush, and he did it in one go.

Originally, Qian Tong just watched with cold eyes, nine out of ten paintings made by eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys are not good, and it is not bad to be able to draw low-quality paintings at this age.

The more Lu Jing looked at it, the more frightened he became. Jiang Li's proficiency in using the pen without stagnation is not at all proficient at this age.

Out of curiosity, Qian Tong stood on tiptoe and took a look, but he was a little stunned at first glance. On the paper, there are mountains and green mountains, pines and rocks are tall and straight, clouds and trees, and sandy cottages. Even if Mr. Lin Ancheng Academy writes, it may not be better .

Even if a painter is extremely talented, he needs a huge amount of wealth to support the purchase of paints to improve his proficiency. He really can't figure out why a poor painter has such superb painting skills, and he is still so young.

In order to show his favor, Qian Tong quietly put a lamp beside Jiang Li. Jiang Li, who was painting, didn't notice it, and Lu Jing was immersed in it until Jiang Li stopped painting.

After blowing on the wet ink, Jiang Li handed over the painting to Lu Jing.

"This is the scenery I saw all the way when I came to Lin'an City. I drew them all in this painting. This picture of Nanping Spring Scenery is a thank you to Mr. Lu for giving me a pen."

"The layout of this painting is dense and varied, with clean brush and ink and simple and far-reaching artistic conception. It expresses the vast and continuous landscape vividly. It can be said that the mountains and rivers are thick and the vegetation is flourishing."

Lu Jing is also a painter, so of course he understands the mystery of this painting.

"Fanpin Landscape Painting"

The painting spirit of landscape painting is not offensive at all, and its greatest value is that it can be used for people to study and learn the layout of fine brushwork and ink, etc. The teachers of Chengjun Academy mostly use landscape painting in their lectures.

Qian Tong is not a painter, but appreciating is a necessary skill as the shopkeeper of Tongbao Pavilion. Just now, Jiang Li's brushes were delivered like a cone to paint sand, and they can be transported freely against the front and Tibetan front. Paint, cultivation, and drawing paper, this painting may even reach the middle grade.

"Master Jiang, to be honest, your painting is more valuable than my pen," Lu Jing said.

"You also said that the meeting was fate, so it's a repayment for the gift of the pen. Mr. Lu dare to ask where can I buy paint paper?" Jiang Li asked.

"There is no place where Wenbao can be better than my Tongbao Pavilion"

Although Jiang Li didn't look at him from the beginning to the end, Qian Tong jumped out in a hurry, and even wanted to slap himself. How could he offend a painter who can make ordinary landscape paintings and is still so young, but Jiang Greed simply ignored him.

"There are many shops in the city that sell them, and the quality is not too bad from Tongbao Pavilion. And if you don't feel hard about the pigments, there is a Shimen Mountain outside the city that is rich in pigments," Lu Jing said.

"Thank you"

Jiang Li bowed his hand towards Lu Jinggong and left without even looking at Qian Tong. Qian Tong wanted to go over and stop him to make friends again, but after all, he is a respectable figure in Lin Ancheng, the shopkeeper of Tongbao Pavilion, and he could only watch helplessly due to his own face. Follow him away.

Regardless of these people's persuasion, Jiang Greed left Tongbao Pavilion, ending this exasperating experience.

"Lu Jing, do you dare to spoil my business?" Qian Tong's eyes were not friendly.

"It's clear that you look down on people with your dog's eyes. If the treasurer of Qingdu City finds out, I don't know if you can still sit firmly in this position." Facing the threat, Lu Jing didn't care about shaking the folding fan lightly.

"A painter depends on money. Even if he is very talented, this poor look may not be able to reach the capital of Qing Dynasty."

There was a cold light in Qian Tong's eyes. In Lin'an City, even the eunuch would sell him some face. Without him, no one in Lin'an City would dare to sell him an inch of paint. Even if he was talented, he would still ask for it in the end. .

"Then wait and see"

(End of this chapter)

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