The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Yun Yanhui was dragged by the dynasty and Ma Han, reluctantly, and dragged her feet to the ground, "Woo...I was really wronged, I was wronged..."

Bao Zheng sighed as he walked, "I don't think this is like Zheng Ling's style of acting. If it were you, it would make sense. Yan Ge'er, you had a little over this time."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

It's off, who has it off!

Yun Yan glared at Zheng Ling ferociously.

Zheng Ling: "..."

Zheng Ling, who was inexplicably timid, shrank, "I, I have explained it, but he doesn't believe it..."

Before, Zheng Ling was also agitated for a while, thinking that his experiment was successful, but he didn't expect others to sound like that. Now Yun Yan returned but was miserable by him.

Yun Yan died of anger, stood firm and stretched out to kick Zheng Ling.

Fortunately, the dynasty and Mahan held him up, "Hey, Brother Yan, don't play around!"

"...Who spilled it!" Yun Yan replied with grief and indignation.

"Brother Yan, if you are really wronged, you will be able to distinguish clearly when you arrive at the Imperial Front." Bao Zheng said.

Yun Yan wanted to cry very much, he felt, for sure, he couldn't distinguish clearly...

...

Renzong put his hand on his forehead, his face expressionless for a long time, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Bao Zheng nodded solemnly, "Exactly."

Renzong didn't believe it.

Bao Zheng pointed to Yun Yan and replied: "Zheng Ling accidentally said that he missed his mouth. It was Yan Ge'er who instigated him to draw his colleagues like this."

Renzong: "Huh?"

Yun Yan replied: Thank you so much! Big bag! I'm afraid I don't have enough charges, right?

Renzong, who was a little unbelief, was interested now. He stood up and looked at Yun Yanhui. Yun Yanhui was also very eager to speak, but Renzong asked Zheng Ling first: "Tell me, how did you do it? Of?"

Zheng Ling honestly explained the principles of three-dimensional painting, how to make visual differences.

Hearing what Zheng Ling said was so eloquent, it was more conceptual than simply saying that the painting was very real. Isn't this just like a trick by a folk artist, taking advantage of misleading.

Upon hearing this, Renzong also felt that Yun Yan must have returned his idea, and pointed at him and said, "Don't do your business, don't do your business!"

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Yun Yan replied: "Woo... can I explain it?"

"Huh?" Renzong looked at him, "Why, do you still feel that you have been wronged? Then come and listen."

Yun Yan replied about how he met Zheng Ling, and then made this suggestion, but he didn't know that he would be so frantic.

"Impossible, if it weren't for your idea, why would Zheng Ling think of painting such a thing." Renzong thought for a long time, but came to such a conclusion.

Yun Yan almost spit out blood in return, "I have nothing to say, I really don't know what image I am in your hearts."

Zheng Ling was also very guilty and said: "Don't do the Yan Ge'er's business, Yan Ge only said that we can draw a big hole, and the little ghosts and everything are added by ourselves."

However, no one believes it. They even think that, judging from the extreme achievement of Yunyan, how can it be enough to draw a big hole? It must be "icing on the cake".

Everyone felt that this must be Yun Yanhui's idea of ​​making money again. First, he stunned the citizens of Bianjing with an advertisement, and finally got rid of it.

Renzong even thought of a specific place--Pu Guanze. He deeply suspected that Yun Yanhui wanted to decorate Puguanze with such murals and ground paintings, and he specifically asked Zheng Ling to study it.

"Well, this is indeed a magical skill, so let's wait for you to draw this kind of erection...three-dimensional painting for free for several royal temples, and fines you for half a year, so as to prevent you from emulating." Renzong thought for a while and gave this Punishment.

The people in the painting academy thanked one after another.

Bao Zheng thought in his heart that it would be cheaper for them.

If this is really Yun Yan's idea back, and it is to make money, then there will definitely be more opportunities for making money in the follow-up, and it will definitely be arranged. Moreover, did you hear that the official family still told them to go to the monastery to paint murals? This is clearly an opportunity to become famous!

Said it is punishment, in fact, the opportunity is almost the same.

Renzong also whispered back to Yun Yan: "Remember to ask them to paint in the palace of Youwu, and pick some interesting themes. Also, when will you paint on Pu Guanze, you must coordinate with them instead of punishment. Conflict."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

I don't know what Renzong's brain made up...Pu Guanze? He thought he was the three-dimensional painting that Zheng Ling and the others studied for Pu Guanze's decoration?

Yun Yanhui could hardly cry without tears, knowing it would be like this, no matter how you look at it, it seemed like he was abetting! Even he himself was about to believe it, didn't he see the result of this matter!

However, if no one believed anything, Yun Yan could only answer the question honestly.

Enter the palace lively, and go back vigorously.

Although Yun Yanhui didn't have to go to work for free, he was also implicated and fined half a year's salary. Although he was not short of money, wasn't it upset.

Yun Yanhui wanted to dying to struggle on the road, and talked with Bao Zheng cheeky.

Bao Zheng saw his sincere attitude, some Jiang Xin Jiang was suspicious, "Think about this man..."

If you really wronged Brother Yan, that would be bad.

Before walking back to Kaifeng Mansion, I saw several merchants waiting outside, and didn't go in to redress the grievances. As if waiting for someone, he rushed up as soon as he saw Yun Yan back.

"Yun Xiaolang, are you finally back? Do you remember me? I am the owner of Sun Er Restaurant!"

"And me, I'm Li Ji's."

Yun Yan looked back blankly, "Why are you looking for me?"

These merchants babbled: "I want to make an appointment and go to our shop to paint murals!"

"I want to draw a wine fairy here, right in the lobby."

"We want to paint the beauties of the Moon Palace in our shop! How do you calculate the price?"

"..."

Yun Yan replied: "..."

Everyone looked at Yun Yan back.

Even Zheng Ling was a little stunned, "Brother Yan, did you even arrange this kind of business for us?"

What kind of three-dimensional pictures of Jiu Xian and Chang'e are drawn in the wine-selling place to attract customers. The style of this idea is like Yan Ge'er. Even Zheng Ling began to doubt whether this was really what Yan Ge'er had already thought about.

Yun Yan replied: "………………"

Bao Zheng glanced back at Yun Yan, sighed, shook his head, and went into the mansion.

"..." Yun Yan back weakly supported the dynasty, "You, why are you looking for me!"

"I heard that the leading mural painting was Zheng Hanlin of the Hanlin Academy of Painting. Isn't he yours? Everyone knows that he painted the food festival scrolls hanging in the Daxiangguo Temple. Who wouldn't you look for?"

"Don't you talk to him? No, we think our idea is very good!"

Yun Yan couldn't laugh or cry, so where did he make sense? It's such a coincidence that you can run into these bosses and come to him with a particularly good idea. Isn't it wrong? Just ask if you have been wronged!

Yun Yan looked back, and Zheng Ling was okay. Some of the other painters were not very wealthy and had to be fined for half a year. They looked at this side eagerly, but were embarrassed to speak.

Yun Yan could only wave his hand helplessly: "...you come to me to register in the afternoon, and I will give you the price list at that time-according to the size and complexity of the area."

The merchants happily responded and went back one after another.

Yun Yan turned his head and saw that the rest of the people looked at him with the kind of "sure enough, you still bend and pretend to be stupid", including Zheng Ling, and said angrily: "You will regret it in the future! And you guys! I want a commission for helping you be a broker!"

The latter of you naturally refer to the painters in the graphic academy.

Yun Yan replied speechlessly and asked heaven, oh my god, is there you who force people to make money like this?

...

Throughout the afternoon, Yun Yanhui has been helping to register for painting murals. He has been doing it for a long time. How to average the working hours of the painters, it is best to let them take turns to paint the monastery and receive paid orders.

It was only one afternoon, and the time had been booked until two months later.

Also, since Renzong said, Pu Guanze must be decorated with three-dimensional paintings. Fortunately, Pu Guanze has not yet started the decoration.

The three-dimensional painting on the tile side of Zhujiaqiao was originally intended to be washed away after the sentence was judged according to Bao Zheng's idea. However, the people were so enthusiastic that they did not want it to be washed away, and they spontaneously protected it.

Yun Yanhui deeply suspected that Zhujiaqiao Wazi’s boss was protecting, because as long as the three-dimensional paintings were not washed away, many people would go there to watch them every day, which also increased their traffic.

No matter what, when Yun Yan Huizheng was busy working as an agent for Zheng Ling and the others, his old friend Zhang Shanren came to him.

"Brother Yan is very prosperous these past two days, I'm afraid that all the shops in Bianjing are looking for you?" Zhang Shanren probably also heard about the events of the past two days, and laughed and joked.

"You don't know the bitterness in my heart! Brother!" Yun Yan really wanted to wipe away bitter tears.

"What's the problem with making money?" Zhang Shanren smiled and shook his head. "Apart from other things, I am entrusted by others. Someone wants to ask you for help!"

Yun Yan was puzzled back, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Shanren said: "A team from Zezhou, the head of the team is very tender. The other day when he came to Beijing, he came to me to worship Shantou. Yesterday, he came to me again and wanted to know you."

Bianjing is the economic, cultural and political center of the Song Dynasty. From the perspective of folk artists alone, if you want to achieve any major achievements, you must enter Beijing. Some people went to Beijing to starve to death, some went back in despair, and some went to Beijing and the situation changed.

Like Zhang Shanren, he is the latter. When he was suppressed in his hometown, he came to Bianjing and gained his current status by his own strength. He is one of the most popular artists in Bianjing.

"Oh... do you want me to introduce the business?" Yun Yan asked back, "How is the level, what kind of acting? If it is good, I will consider inviting it in future festivals."

"His team plays more drums, big tunes and twists and so on." Zhang Shanren said with a smile, "but he asked for more than that."

Yun Yan laughed dumbly back, "But, no matter how much, I can't give it anymore."

"Brother Yan, he thinks you can do it, and, in fact, there are not a few people who have such ideas." Zhang Shanren blinked at him, "He imagined that he would soar into the sky like Zhou Shuiniang and go straight to the sky."

Yun Yanhui was a little stunned, and then thoughtfully said: "Brother, but you have never recommended someone, is there anything special about this person and his team?"

Zhang Shanren shook his head and said, "I think I have seen myself back then!"