A peasant woman who wears a book and has a little field

Chapter 71 Li Mu's Life and Death

There are black one-word clips everywhere, and Lin Zixuan is too lazy to take a second look.As for the duckbill clips and others, she took some of each.There are also some good-looking hair cages, thinking about the wholesale clothes just now, with some hair clips.Lin Zixuan chose carefully.The woman stood aside and watched, feeling that the clips she picked looked very ordinary, and they were what everyone usually wears, but also felt that the clips she picked were very messy.

"Sister. It doesn't look good for you to pick like this. It's too messy. People won't buy it." Too messy and put it together to set up a stall. When people see it, they don't know how to match clothes, so they don't plan to buy it.Many times because of this, stall owners miss the opportunity to sell.

"Thank you, boss. I buy these for my own use. I don't necessarily need to sell them." Lin Zixuan thought that most of the people who went to the wholesale market were traders, and the boss was familiar with them.She also knows what clothes to match.Being able to give Lin Zixuan some advice made Lin Zixuan feel that this boss is a good character.If it's another boss, it doesn't matter what you pick, as long as she can ship it.

The boss is thoughtful, even if he keeps it for himself, these collocations are too ugly.But since Lin Zixuan said so, the boss didn't have much to say.

Lin Zixuan directly gave the best price for these things, "Sister, come to me if you need anything in the future. I will always give you the best price."

This feeling is good, so I don't have to run around.

Lin Zixuan thanked the boss, and went to the stationery stall with her things.She was going to buy some pens and notebooks, even if they couldn't sell them, they could be used by Li Mu.There was no one at the stationery stall, she looked around carefully, and was attracted by a young man, who was squatting in front of a shop and writing quickly, wearing clothes that had been washed to pale.

Lin Zixuan leaned over to take a look, the boy wrote calligraphy with a brush, flamboyant.

"The word you wrote is really perfunctory. It's getting worse and worse than before." The owner of the stationery shop folded his arms and turned his eyes to the sky. "I collect calligraphy and paintings well here, and you can't just write a few words and sell them to me."

"Boss, my handwriting is pretty good. It's cursive." The young man blushed and forced out a few words.He has worked very hard to write, and he is self-taught. How can there be any masters who teach him to write well.The teacher said that he was very talented in writing, until he came out to write and found that he could sell it for a few dollars, so he kept doing this and started thinking about it.

"Cursive script? Do you think I have never seen cursive script?" The boss raised his finger and pointed to the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the store, "This is cursive script, and what you wrote is scribbled. If you write like this again, I won't give you any money." .” The boss thought about it and was especially puzzled, “Every time I come here, I waste my pen and ink. It’s so boring!”

The young man held his breath. He knew that he had no professional education in calligraphy and painting. The teacher said that his writing had aura, so he worked hard to practice calligraphy.But there is also a cost for practicing calligraphy. He has no money to buy paper and pens, so he can only write on the ground with a pen dipped in water.Practicing calligraphy in this way may not be able to write well, he also tried his best.

"Boss, can I write a copy?" Lin Zixuan became interested. In order to earn credits at school, she signed up for the school club.However, other clubs were overcrowded, and there were no people in the calligraphy and painting club, so she joined.The writing is not the best, and the president also said that she wrote well.

When the boss saw Lin Zixuan as a woman, he snorted coldly, "Okay, here comes another waste of pen and ink."

"I made a promise in advance that I won't accept your poor writing!" Nowadays, people really think that they can make money from anything, and writing a few words casually, can it be the same as those that have been practiced seriously?

Lin Zixuan chuckled, her hands were itchy, and she wasn't planning to sell it for money.

Lin Zixuan randomly picked up the brush and thought about writing the four characters "Heaven rewards diligence" on the rice paper.These four words are the most common.

It can be used in any occasion.

The boss didn't care at all, but when Lin Zixuan finished writing, he glanced at it casually, and his eyes immediately became straight.

"Have you ever learned how to write?" These days, not many people know how to write, and even fewer can write. Lin Zixuan's handwriting is not considered excellent, and it is considered above average in the store.

"Do you sell a pair for ten yuan?" The boss rolled his eyes. He lowered the price. It's Lin Zixuan's first time here.

Lin Zixuan shook her head with a smile, before saying that she didn't want to sell it, the young man standing beside her was not convinced, "You usually give 21 pairs, why do you just give them ten yuan? It's obvious that you want to lower the price. Are you familiar?"

The boss was a little annoyed, and it seemed to be a success. The problem was that Lin Zixuan didn't understand, and he couldn't hold back his face after being told by the young man.

"Qingyu, are you looking for a beating? I won't accept your calligraphy and paintings from now on!" The boss was furious, and Lin Zixuan's mind flashed with inspiration.

"Your name is Qing Yu?"

"Yes!" Qing Yu raised her head and chest, there was nothing she could not say about her name.

"Li Qingyu?" Lin Zixuan was cautious, for fear of identifying the wrong person.

Li Qingyu was baffled, how did Lin Zixuan seem to know him when they met for the first time?

Seeing Li Qingyu nodding, Lin Zixuan couldn't help laughing, this is not the brother who later became "friends" with Li Mu.Since childhood, his family was poor, but he loved writing.No serious teacher is willing to teach.Later, I was lucky enough to be self-taught.Calligraphy and painting are of great value.Until Li Mu was arrested and killed tragically.Li Qingyu thought that a confidant had died, so in grief he burned all the calligraphy and paintings he had written, leaving only a few.As a result, his calligraphy was sold for sky-high prices, and there were not many paintings.

"Boss, since it's twenty, I'll sell it." Lin Zixuan raised her head and looked at the boss. She didn't intend to sell calligraphy at first, but since Li Qingyu asked, she still has no reason not to.

The boss gritted his teeth and raised his hand, "Fifteen. Girl, I didn't deliberately lower the price. It's the first time the word you appears, and I don't know if it will sell well or not. If it doesn't sell well, wouldn't it be in my hands? Li? If the writing is easy to sell this time, I will pay a high price for your writing in the future."

The boss was telling the truth, he didn't know the market price of Lin Zixuan's words, so he couldn't bid at will.After all, you can't do a loss-making business.

Lin Zixuan was not embarrassed, "Fifteen is fifteen."

After negotiating the price, Lin Zixuan casually picked up the boy's handwriting, "I want your handwriting, and the boss's money will be given to you."

Lin Zixuan thought about it, and she couldn't bully others, so she took out 20 yuan from her pocket and handed it to Li Qingyu, "35, I didn't fool you, did I?"

Li Qingyu couldn't believe it, "Sister, this is too much money." The calligraphy and painting that the boss accepted was no more than fifty.Lin Zixuan gave him 35, which was obviously too much.

Li Qingyu is not someone who likes to take advantage.

"A lot?" Lin Zixuan couldn't help laughing, "It's really not that much. Your handwriting is pretty good, why don't you buy a pen and ink and go back and practice hard."

(End of this chapter)