fifth form

Chapter 36 The Pig-Headed Immortal
"Cousin, this canvas is really expensive, are you sure you can do it, if you continue to waste it, mother will definitely kill a prodigal like me!"

"Just tell me if you want to sell paintings?"

In the Rong family's studio, Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding muttered for a while.

Rong Tianding looked embarrassed, but he was a little moved.

His paintings are despised by rich families, but cannot be afforded by small families.

It's not that the price of Rong Tianding's paintings is high, but that the cost of Rong Tianding's paintings is there, and he can't sell his paintings at a broken bone and vomiting blood.

It really made him sell paintings cheaply. Let Tianding keep his cheap paintings and sell them today, but tomorrow he will see someone washing his canvases by the river and using them to sew clothes.

And this kind of loss-making business will also be discounted by Rong Li.

This is the reason why Rong Tianding didn't sell a single painting for such a long time.

If the paintings cannot be sold, Rong Li will not be able to support him to continue painting, but will have to work continuously at the butcher stall.

But to do as Zhang Xuezhou did, Rong Tianding couldn't do it again.

Cut the canvas, paint with pig's blood, and paint the pig-headed god who exorcises evil spirits...

A lot of everything, Rong Tianding feels unreliable.

But his father, who was a student, planned for several years, but he never let him sell a painting, and if he didn't sell the painting again, Rong Tianding felt that he must inherit the pork stall, and then live a life of butchering pigs for the rest of his life.

"Can we..."

"If you are good at drawing other things, let's draw some other exorcising ghosts!"

"Don't, I'm only good at drawing pigs, so I'll draw those gods with pig heads and human bodies as you said!"

Rong Tianding waved his hand, and then his face turned red again.

He observes pigs carefully, but the level of drawing pigs can only be considered average.

The reason why he can stand out in the field of drawing pigs is that other people don't draw pigs.

But it is really difficult to draw a pig.

Rong Tianding's dream is to become a court painter who goes in and out of the royal family, but he is also aware of his ability, knowing that he probably won't even be able to leave Rongcheng.

Unable to get out of Rongcheng, he can only continue to work on this one-third of an acre of land until the way to sell paintings for a living is completely opened.

But Rong Tianding didn't expect that his painting skills hadn't improved to the point where people in Rongcheng would buy pictures of hundreds of pigs, so Zhang Xuezhou came up with an idea in a blink of an eye.

Aside from the need to make an investment that is sure to fail, it's not a bad idea, and it's worth giving Timothy a try.

After thinking for a long time, he took the ink line to delineate the cropping area for the canvas.

A piece of canvas is expensive, but it's cheap when cut into dozens of pieces.

But Rong Tianding has little confidence in using pig blood to paint pig head gods and sell them.

The cost has been reduced, but whether people are willing to buy this kind of smelly painting back is another matter.

He thought for a long time before he became cruel and cut and painted according to Zhang Xuezhou's method.

"If we draw it like this, what if people think it's a pig demon?" Rong Tianding said worriedly.

"What kind of pig demon, this is a pig fairy who restrains ghosts and evil spirits," Zhang Xuezhou corrected.

"I really can't see that this is a fairy!"

Rong Tianding looked at the pig blood monster he had written, and felt that it was ugly no matter how it looked. Whoever bought this kind of thing back home had a sick brain.

"Cousin, I think you don't understand painting at all," Rong Tianding said sadly.

"Cousin, you don't understand the market!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.

Although Zhang Weimeng failed in business, Zhang Xuezhou knew some basic factors of sales after being influenced by Zhang Weimeng's theories.

Buying and selling happens when there is demand.

Rong Tianding practiced painting for another ten years, and his level of pig painting improved by another ten chips, but the common people did not have the demand to buy a picture of a hundred pigs.

But in the case of demand, even if Rong Tianding's current painting skills are limited, Rong Tianding can still sell this unqualified work.

"market?"

Rong Tianding looked bewildered.

He glanced at his father, who was not expressing his opinion, and found it difficult to understand what a market was, and why Zhang Xuezhou was roughly sure that he could sell these paintings.

"I probably understand some of my nephew's thoughts, but Ding Er's painting really makes people hard to buy," Jia Zhiyuan said.

Jia Zhiyuan is a scholar who joined Rong's family and is Zhang Xuezhou's cheap uncle.

Although Jia Zhiyuan is not well-educated, he is also well-educated and has a certain amount of thinking.

He vaguely understood Zhang Xuezhou's idea of ​​selling these pig-headed gods by means of ghosts, but Jia Zhiyuan also had corresponding doubts.

"We say this is a pig-headed fairy, but do others really believe it is a pig-headed fairy?" Jia Zhiyuan wondered, "And this is a painting painted with pig's blood. It can't be used to ward off evil spirits at all!"

"Li Erlang said that pig blood, chicken blood, and dog blood can exorcise evil spirits. Everyone thinks so. We use pig blood to make paintings, so why can't we exorcise evil spirits?" Believe it is a fairy, but we can make a mark!"

"Explanation?" Rong Tianding asked doubtfully, "How to explain?"

"Others don't know what kind of god this is, we just need to write the name of a god and put it up," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Wonderful," Rong Tianding said, "What's the name of the god?"

"Uncle, do you know the names of the gods in this world?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I've heard that there are gods in the holy mountains in the west, and the gods set up a heavenly court. The incarnation is dazzling, and I have never heard of anyone with a pig's head and a human body."

"Are there no pig-headed human beings among the gods?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Probably not. I heard from those Taoists that gods are all handsome, and they are all first-class beautiful men and women in the world." Jia Zhiyuan replied.

"It's a little troublesome." Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said: "But it's not a big problem. Since there is no pig-headed fairy, let's make one up!"

"Edit?"

Rong Tianding and Jia Zhiyuan exported almost at the same time.

Compared with the limitations of their thinking, Zhang Xuezhou's thinking is too out of the ordinary, even a bit bold, to the point of faking a god.

But the father and son stared at each other for more than ten seconds, and then succumbed.

If they can no longer rely on reading and painting to make a living, one of them will continue to sew and mend clothes and do fine work, while the other will have to butcher pigs.

For their own destiny, Rong Tianding and Jia Zhiyuan had to participate in this bold decision.

"Can gods make it up?" Rong Tianding asked in a low voice, "What if it is found out that there is no such god?"

"How can he check?" Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand and said, "There are really big figures who can check the gods, and they can come to make things difficult for us little people?"

"There is a Puyun temple three miles outside the city, and there is a wooden Taoist who is good at exorcising ghosts. If our sale of pig blood fairy pictures affects his business, he will definitely come to find a place to expose us and prove that there are no such gods in the world. "Rong Tianding said.

"Then let's make it similar, so that he can't find any faults." Zhang Xuezhou said: "It's just a Taoist, let's not be afraid, he can know all the gods in the world. Besides, all gods are made up by people. Let others make up nonsense, but don’t allow us to make up nonsense!”

Zhang Xuezhou is also a person who has experienced great storms, and even had intersections with great practitioners.

With this kind of insight, he didn't have much fear of a mere Taoist, he just felt that the soldiers came to cover him with water and soil, and he could deal with it when he went back.

"Then how do we make up the names of the gods?"

"The names of the gods we made up should be rare, long, and have official titles. The official titles should not be too high. Let's say that they are under the command of a certain god, and they specialize in the hard work of killing demons and catching ghosts. We also need to be able to make up a rough history and What great things have you done to catch ghosts..."

……

A night of painting.

The next day, Rong Tianding started out with his panda eyes wide open.

Compared with the hard work of butchering pigs, he only felt that selling paintings was excellent, and this was what a scholar should do.

The only problem is that the paintings sold this time are a bit shady.

He thought about his past painting aspirations, and thought about the current painting business, and unconsciously, his painting career seemed to have adjusted in a different direction, becoming less and less like those Taoists who exorcised evil spirits. the difference.

(End of this chapter)