Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 1018

After Qingluo finished giving her orders, she led Daya by the hand, and Shi Shi ran out of Moxiang Pavilion.

She took Da Ya to buy clothes, the two of them looked brand new, went to eat refreshments, bought sugar figurines, strolled on the street until the sun went down, and then returned to Moxiang Pavilion feeling refreshed.

Ning Ning exclaimed in amazement: "Dig, shopkeeper, you are such a handsome and coquettish woman... I think there must be several male waiters in your family?"

"Haha, it's easy to say, easy to say." Qingluo laughed dryly, walked up to the second floor, and asked casually, "How is the matter I explained?"

"Come and see for yourself—" Ning Ning led the way first, raised the bamboo curtain, and shouted inside, "The shopkeeper is back!"

Everyone who was sitting inside and writing quickly put down their pens and stood up, and saluted Qingluo in unison: "Hello, shopkeeper."

"You all sit down." Qing Luo waved her hand and walked to their table, "How is everything written?"

Ning Ning picked up a stack first, and proudly said: "Shopkeeper, I wrote more than 100 sheets."

Qingluo took it and looked it over, nodded and said: "Very well done, starting today, the wages will be doubled!"

Ning Ning was very excited, and quickly said loudly: "Thank you shopkeeper, I will definitely do a good job!"

The rest of the people were immediately stimulated, and the cashier stood up first, holding up a thick stack, "Boss, I wrote two hundred sheets!"

Qingluo looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Li's accountant's salary is also doubled!"

Accountant Li narrowed his happy eyes.

"Shopkeeper, come and take a look at my—"

"And my—"

The two transcribers also hurriedly held the pile in front of them for Qingluo to see.

They are professional copyists with impeccable speed and handwriting.

Qingluo was naturally very satisfied and gave them a raise in wages respectively.

Only the lady sweeping the floor was very ashamed, she lowered her head and said: "My shopkeeper, I can't write well. I was afraid of wasting the rice paper, so I wrote very slowly. I have only written fifty sheets so far."

"Show me—" Qingluo took it over and looked at it. Although the handwriting was a little childish, it could be seen that she was very careful, and every stroke was neat.

She smiled and said, "It's okay to write, let's do our best. You will also get doubled wages."

"Really?" The sweeping lady was overjoyed.

"Of course it's true." Seeing that they were all happy like Chinese New Year, Qing Luo was also happy in her heart, and said with a smile, "As long as everyone works hard in the future, there will be opportunities for processing money."

"Great!"

They all smiled when they heard that.

The few people who originally felt very perturbed and somewhat resistant because of the sudden change of master had completely accepted this seemingly immature little girl at this time.

"Huh?" At this moment, Qing Luo suddenly saw another transcriptionist, and instead of standing up to claim credit, she sat quietly by the window, holding a brush, and swiping with her head down.

Qingluo walked in front of her, casually picked up a pile of papers piled up in her hand and glanced at it, she couldn't help being slightly stunned.

On the paper was a handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with lowered eyes and a smile.He swayed his gorgeous temperament to the fullest.

"Wow—" the rest of the days exclaimed, "The painting is really good, but is there really such a beautiful man in this world?"

That gentleman woke up as if from a dream, only then did he realize that Qingluo was standing in front of him, he quickly stood up and saluted Qingluo, "Shopkeeper, I didn't know you were back."

Qingluo shook her head: "It's okay. Did you draw these?"

"Yes, your paintings are not as good as the shopkeeper's." Mr. Transcriber looked at Qing Luo with admiration on his face, "Shopkeeper, your calligraphy and painting level is comparable to that of a master. I would like to ask you a question. Who did you learn from?"

Qingluo smiled and said: "My husband doesn't like to promote himself to the outside world, so he doesn't have much fame."

With her level, even in the Great Zhou Dynasty, where there are so many talented people, she can already be called a master.

It's just that because of her close relationship with the royal family, and because she doesn't show her face very much, no one dares to ask her for calligraphy and painting easily.

"Oh, it turned out to be an expert!" Mr. Transcription sighed, "There are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. I have been thinking about this painting of the shopkeeper today. I copied them all. However, compared to the shopkeeper, I always feel that something is missing."

Ning Ning picked up the one drawn by Qing Luo and compared it with the one drawn by Mr. Transcriber, looked at it for a while, and said, "Mr. Gong is right. This one you drew, although the portrait is as beautiful, but it is really The picture without the shopkeeper has a feeling. There is a feeling of elegance and affection..."

Qing Luo smiled: "I want you to learn how to read pictures? Mr. Gong, you draw very well. The reason why there is a little charm is because...the people in the paintings are people I know well, and you only look at them. Copying a painting is already very good.”

Mr. Gong still sighed: "Although so, in terms of talent, I don't know how much less than the shopkeeper. I used to think that I painted well. Today I saw the shopkeeper and realized that I was too frivolous. I am really ashamed. "

"You don't have to underestimate yourself," Qingluo said with a smile, "calligraphy and painting have to be polished, so how can there be any natural genius?"

"Hey!" Mr. Gong was still very ashamed.

Seeing that at such a young age, Qing Luo possesses the calligraphy and painting level of a master, how can she not feel inferior?
There is such a thing as genius, after all.

"Mr. Gong, starting from today, your salary will also be doubled." Qing Luo told the accountant, "Write it down."

The accountant is busy.

Mr. Gong said ashamedly: "I'm not good at painting, and I only painted twenty pieces in one day...there is no need to increase the wages."

"Twenty is enough."

Qingluo took out a few pieces of silver and handed it to the accountant, and asked Ningning to pack up all the calligraphy and paintings written by everyone, and put them in a rattan basket filled with books.

"Shopkeeper, what are you going to do next?" Ning Ning squatted in front of the rattan basket and asked curiously.

Qingluo thought for a while and asked them: "At midnight tonight, would you like to come over and work overtime?"

"Working overtime?" Although it was the first time they heard the word, they still understood what Qingluo meant, "What does the shopkeeper want us to do in the middle of the night?"

"You'll know when you come." Qingluo laughed, "I booked a table of the best table in Zuixianglou, and I'll make you a supper, how about it?"

Zuixianglou!
That's a restaurant that only dignitaries can afford!

Several people cheered: "We must arrive on time!"

In order to "work overtime" at night, after letting the guys go home from work in advance, Qing Luo also locked the door, and took her back to Wu Na's house.

Wu Na was carrying a huge basket, just came back from selling vegetables, saw Qing Luo and Da Ya standing in the yard beautifully, thought she was delusional.

(End of this chapter)