Song Dynasty Cannon Fodder Counterattack Record

Chapter 12 Portrait
It was only when I went out that I remembered that I had to go to Futian Yard first. I bought two hot cooking cakes on the side of the road and came to Futian Yard while eating them.At this time, a large group of medical officers had rushed to hear the news, and many people accused Li Buqi of using this inexplicable method to kill the man.

Whether the method is good or not can only depend on the curative effect. Li Buqi didn't talk nonsense with them, and just said back: "Do you have a way to revive him? If you have a way, use your method to cure him."

This time I didn't say a word.Li Buqi first checked that the patient's complexion had improved a lot after being infused with the doctor's medicine; then he looked at the wound carefully, and there were already tiny white spots wriggling inside, which meant that the fly eggs had hatched.I told you not to let the flies get close, after all, the flies carry so many bacteria on them.

After leaving the Futian courtyard, Lian Guangzhi was already waiting at the door: "Brother, why did you come so late. How is that man?"

Li Buqi said: "I met someone who came to collect debts, so it was a bit late. Now the wound has maggots, and the result can be seen in only two or three days, but this is also a matter of fate. If the person can bear it, he will live." Now, if you can't bear it, everything will come to an end."

Lian Guangzhi said, "I figured that person would be alive in the end."

Li Buqi said: "Then I will lend you a good word. Otherwise, I am also worried."

Lian Guangzhi asked again: "The debt collectors are pressing hard, brother, I still have some money here, why don't you take it and use it first."

Li Buqi hurriedly said: "Thank you brother. It's just that I owe him ten pennies."

Lian Guangzhi gasped: "So much? Is there a deadline?"

"Three days. I must raise enough money within three days. Otherwise, my yard will belong to others."

Lian Guangzhi asked curiously: "Raise ten pennies in three days? Unless you can borrow it."

But Li Buqi said: "To tell you the truth, brother, I have learned a craft from others. It is not difficult to raise ten guan in three days. I just need to find a lively place to set up a stall."

Lian Guangzhi smiled and said: "Then Daxiangguo Temple! I usually have a seat there. Brothers will go there, and let me see brothers' craftsmanship."

Li Buqi nodded in agreement, and Lian Guangzhi took a small flag, a horse tie and a small cloth bag from a nearby teahouse. On the fan was written the eight characters "The iron mouth is straight, three trigrams every day", just like the woman yesterday. The writing on the white cloth on the ground is the same.It seems that this is his outfit.

The monks in the Song Dynasty were very good at doing business, and the Daxiangguo Temple used a large area as a market for people to trade and collect money.Daxiangguo Temple is also a royal temple, so this is a worthless business, no wonder the monks here are all fat.

Lian Guangzhi came outside the Daxiangguo Temple, and the place was already overcrowded, but he went straight to a bookstall. The clerk of the bookstand was obviously familiar with Lian Guangzhi, so he immediately sang a promise to restrain his stall a little. Lian Guangzhi gave up a piece of space.Lian Guangzhi said a few words to the stall owner who sold the Four Treasures of the Study on the other side, and he gave up more than three feet wide, so Lian Guangzhi pointed to the empty space and said, "That's it. Don't think it's too small, there are A nice place."

Li Buqi didn't dare to dislike him, he thanked the people on both sides and sat down next to Lian Guangzhi.After setting up the hexagram booth, Lian Guangzhi asked, "Brother, what kind of craftsmanship is that? It's better to let people know before someone comes to your door."

Li Buqi opened a piece of rice paper, on which it was written, "Two portraits, it's not like not taking a penny."Lian Guangzhi gasped: "I didn't expect the word brother to be so elegant. If you want to draw a portrait of Sanguan, brother's drawing skills are probably not bad."

Li Buqi's writing on the rice paper is in a standard thin gold style, which is naturally eye-catching.Li Buqi said with a smile: "Brother, don't believe me. I'm afraid that I have never seen the drawing method of my brother. That picture can be passed down to my children and grandchildren. If there is nothing wrong with me, I will draw a picture for my brother. You see, I want to draw a picture. Worth the money for two."

Now even the bosses and buddies from the shops on both sides are attracted to see what the portrait of Liang Guanqian looks like.After the two people used paste to find Li Buqi's words and pasted them on a wall, Li Buqi cut a piece of rice paper and spread it on a wooden board to start drawing with charcoal.

Liu Zhiwei liked to draw when he was a child before time travel, but he didn't have a teacher to teach him. Later, he went to school and was busy with work, so he gave up painting.Later, he had a child, who also had some talent in art. Liu Zhiwei enrolled the child in a specialty class. In order to cultivate the child's interest, he accompanied the child to draw every week. After a few years, he could be regarded as a master—at an amateur level, of course.

However, people in the Song Dynasty had never seen sketching at all, and they didn't even understand perspective. Li Buqi was No. 1 in the Song Dynasty.Is it expensive to sell two pairs for one pair?
There is no lack of onlookers for anything.As Li Buqi outlined the outline of Lian Guangzhi's side face, playing light and dark tones, people couldn't help but wonder: "It looks like a real person." "Look at that look. It's really vivid." "This look The two pennies are worth it, so it’s just right to leave them for your children and grandchildren to think about.”

Even Guangzhi's movements are very quick. When Li Buqi gave him a portrait, he had already told the fortunes of three people and made nearly a penny.After finishing the painting, Li Buqi put the portrait in front of Lian Guangzhi, and someone with good intentions took a bronze mirror from a nearby shop to show Lian Guangzhi, and even Guangzhi took a deep breath: "Brother is a national player!" It's too cheap to paint a portrait for two pennies. Why don't we go to Ji'er Lane and get five pennies for a portrait of the popular lady there."

In the Song Dynasty, the girls in the brothels began to call themselves young ladies, and Ji'er Lane was exactly the Lane of Fireworks and Willows.That kind of place is the gold-selling cave, there is no shortage of rich people, if Lian Guangzhi has a way to take him there for ten guanqian, it is definitely a trivial matter.He was hesitating when a fat young man with a big ear and a silk satin wearing a big flower around his ear said first, "Wait for the portrait, since you have attracted everyone here." How can you just leave? Draw a picture of me first."

Although this person is unreasonable, he is the first customer anyway, isn't he?Li Buqi hurriedly said: "This official, you can see clearly, you need two pennies to paint a picture like this."

The man proudly pointed at himself with a folded folding fan and said, "I think you don't come to Daxiangguo Temple often, so you don't know about me. You just need to inquire, my quality warehouse is one of the best in Bianliang, right here It's near. The two pennies are really not worth mentioning."

A helper nearby shouted: "Who doesn't know Mr. You? How can you care about such small money?"

Well, I like that there are many rich people in Bianliang City!Li Buqi found out that Mr. You wanted to have a positive face, so he borrowed a stool from the bookstore for him to sit down, and he spread out the paper to draw.Liu Zhiwei is very professional. This time he painted more carefully, and he painted for a full hour.This picture once again aroused amazement: "This is really better than looking in the mirror!" "No, this little brother's ability is also unparalleled in the world."

But when Li Buqi showed Mr. You the painted face, Mr. You looked happy at first, but suddenly frowned: "Who are you painting? Why don't you look like me?"

(End of this chapter)