I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 2 A Fan

"It's just half a mustache, and it's not a good thing. You kid is talking nonsense and not thanking you. However, if you are not in a hurry, then help the old woman draw one."

The old woman scolded and reprimanded, but pushed the fan over.I sighed in my heart, if my grandson was so sensible, it would be great.

The old man at the calligraphy booth next to him heard that he wanted to draw a fan for Grandma Sun, so he borrowed the pen and ink without saying a word.

Wang Zi'an pondered for a while, and pulled out a relatively delicate folding fan from the pile of fans.The workmanship and materials are not good, so I can only think carefully about the content of the fan.When he wandered around just now, he found that the location chosen by Grandma Sun was actually not ideal.Although it is not far from the Imperial College, and there are many scholars coming and going, the quality of her folding fan is too poor, and I am afraid it is not as good as selling it in an ordinary market.

He thought for a while, picked up the brush, and copied a rock bamboo picture on the fan.I measured it myself, and it's not bad. Although I'm getting younger and my cultivation base is getting lower, my painting skills are still there.

"Mother-in-law, is it alright?"

Wang Zi'an smiled and asked Grandma Sun who came over.

"The old lady can't read big characters, so she knows how to paint. Just seeing the little master's paintings look like the real ones, it must be excellent!"

"As long as the mother-in-law doesn't dislike it, it's fine."

As he said that, Wang Zi'an wrote another fan poem in the blank space beside him, and then handed it to Grandma Sun with a smile.

"How much do you usually sell these fans for?"

"A few days ago, when the weather was hot, it could sell five or six coins, but these days the weather is cooler, and even three or four coins can't be sold very much. It seems that I have to change to other things in a few days Come make a living."

As Grandma Sun spoke, she couldn't help but sighed, she leaned closer to her, and seeing the fan painted by Wang Zi'an, she couldn't help but look very happy, and said happily.

"I think the fan painted by the little master is very good. Maybe it can be sold for seven or eight coins. If you are lucky, you may have ten coins. Thank you so much."

Wang Zi'an can't laugh or cry. In his previous life, in order to break through the realm of the master, he had to find a new way in the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. As a result, the master only got a glimpse of the way, but the level of calligraphy and painting has become a famous master. Every calligraphy and painting is a sky-high price.Seven or eight Wen, ten Wen... If you don't ask a word, you may really be sold by the old man for the price of cabbage.

"Old man, just remember, this fan is less than [-] Wen, so don't sell it."

Although he didn't know the price here, Wang Zi'an still smiled and asked, thanked him again, and turned to leave.You must find a place to stay while it is dark, or you will be in trouble once the curfew is imposed.

"Two thousand words..."

This "astronomical figure" made Grandma Sun speechless for a long time, and it was not until Wang Zi'an walked away for a long time that she came back to her senses.Shaking his head and whispering to himself.

"This little master looks like an honest and good boy, but I didn't expect that he likes to talk big..."

"I originally thought that young people nowadays are becoming more and more impetuous. I didn't expect that even young monks are so bragging. Alas—the world is getting worse, and people's hearts are not old..."

The old gentleman who set up the calligraphy stall originally wanted to see how Wang Zi'an's paintings were, but when he saw Wang Zi'an's words and deeds, he didn't even bother to glance at them. He just shook his head and continued to lament his life.

On the streets of Chang'an, there are many shops. He thought it would not be difficult to find a place to settle down and eat, but he was soon awakened by the cruel reality.Many shopkeepers directly rejected him when they saw his weird outfit and his narrow head.There was a tortoise man from a prime minister's mansion, looking at his delicate skin and tender flesh, and his handsome features, he wanted to take him in, and he was so scared that he ran away.

Seeing that it was three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still no sign of work, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.At this moment, a rough voice suddenly came from behind.

"Little master, I saw that you wandered around several shops, but are you looking for a job? I happen to be short of a small job here, I wonder if you would like to do it?"

It's like listening to the sounds of nature!

"willing!"

Looking at the simple-looking man behind him, Wang Zi'an agreed without saying a word.

"You little master, do you know what I do? You just agreed in such a painful way, and you don't even know if you're betrayed."

Seeing that Wang Zi'an agreed so simply, the simple-looking man couldn't help laughing and made fun of Wang Zi'an.

"Mason, what else can you do, just look at your outfit. Don't worry, I did this work when I was in my hometown. I can repair bridges, roads and houses, and I can do it."

"Heh - you are not very young, and your tone is not small. But you are a bit clever, don't worry, don't talk big words, I will accept you. Let me tell you, when you arrive at the construction site, don't mess around again. What kind of air is blowing, Uncle Gao is the most serious in his work, and the most annoying young people who blow air indiscriminately."

The simple-looking man cursed with a smile, and then told him worriedly.Naturally, Wang Zi'an knew his intentions were good, he nodded repeatedly without making any distinctions, and followed him obediently to the construction site.

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Guozijian Street.

Grandma Sun looked at the sky, sighed, got up and began to tidy up the stall.The weather is getting cooler and cooler, and business is getting harder and harder.

"Grandma Sun, I'm going back to cook for your good grandson again."

The Mr. at the writing booth next to him was obviously familiar with Grandma Sun, and he greeted her with a smile.

"Yes, yes, school should be over soon at this time."

When mentioning her precious grandson, Grandma Sun couldn't help showing a smile, and even the wrinkles on her face relaxed a lot.At this moment, there was a rush of horseshoes, and the pedestrians and vendors on the side of the road gave way one after another, cursing secretly in their hearts, but looking at the group of young men in fresh clothes and angry horses, no one dared to speak out.

Corrupt officials, evil officials, and sons of the Xun family, these young men who beat horses on Changjie every day, are called the three evils of Chang'an by people together with corrupt officials.The leader looked at the mansions of Su Guogong and Ji Guogong, and the few people next to him were probably the children of other families.

"Haha——I'm really happy today. Seeing Changsun Chong's grandson looking like he's eating shit, I'm so fucking happy!"

In the lead was a boy with a stocky figure and a pair of conspicuous cross-brows. While whipping his horse and raising his whip, he smiled strangely at the boys on the left and right.

"Chu Bi, Chang Sun Chong is not a good stump. There are few people today, and he has suffered a disadvantage. I'm afraid he won't let it go."

A young man with a face like a crown of jade and an immature expression between his brows said something worried.

"Huaiyu, you need to grow other people's ambitions to destroy your own prestige. It's not once or twice that we have done it with his eldest grandson. He is very powerful, but our brother is not a vegetarian. Next time we meet, we will beat him the same, for fear bird!"

The young man named Chubi raised his eyebrows, his unscrupulous temperament was obvious, the young man named Huaiyu couldn't help but smiled wryly, none of his brothers can worry, if nothing else, if he goes back this time, he will definitely suffer beat.

(End of this chapter)