In order to make money and pass the time by the way, Shu Huan tirelessly does manual work every day.
The two boxes of agarwood that Gu Xiran gave her were naturally not enough to consume, and the vanilla map was almost sorted out with Ji Danqing's help. A thick stack of bamboo paper was punched with fine holes at the edges, bound with cotton thread, and opened casually One page, the first page is the color atlas with excellent drawing, no matter who reads it, they will praise it, but if they look down, the praise will be choked in their throats, because Shu Huan's words The newly practiced hairpin lowercase script is really not flattering. If you want to praise it, it can only be said that the handwriting is neat, at least there is no one big and one small, one crooked and one slanted...
After finishing these things, embroidery can't be done in a day or two, so Shu Huan became obsessed with painting stones as a matter of course, but last time, a dozen or so painting stones were sold for five taels of silver, and on average, one piece sold for less than half a penny. Therefore, she felt that it was time for her to improve her drawing method. She was determined not to continue to scribble on stones, nor to draw the kind of abstract stream of consciousness that was not popular in ancient times, and that no one could even understand. She still followed Ji Danqing's teachings If you draw some fine brushwork flowers, birds or figures on the stone, you may be able to sell them at a higher price.
She had an idea, and the rest was painting. However, after several days of painting with great interest, she suddenly felt that there was something missing in the painting. daze.
Sitting there in a daze for two days made Gu Xiran feel so strange. Before going to bed that night, he couldn't help but say, "If you don't paint, go to bed early at night. If you continue to be in a daze like this, I doubt that you will change your mind." Turned into a stone man."
Shu Huan fiddled with a painting stone with paintings of ladies at hand, and said listlessly: "Did the light on at night disturb your sleep? I'm sorry, or I'll just go to the study and be in a daze."
Gu Xiran said angrily: "Lighting is a trivial matter, what's scary is that when I dreamed back at midnight, when I opened my eyes, I saw a woman in white sitting in front of the window, with her back to me, and a cloud of black hair hanging down."
Jingmei just happened to bring tea in at this time. Hearing this, she couldn't help but wonder: "Second Master, what's so scary? You're too timid, aren't you?"
Gu Xiran gave her a sideways look, and suddenly smiled sullenly: "Yeah, this isn't scary, but think about it, what if the woman in white turns around slowly, and you find that she is right? The face is exactly the same as the back of the head, and there is also a cloud of black hair hanging down..."
Before he finished speaking, Meimei's hand holding the tea tray trembled, and stopped him in a panic, "Second Master, stop talking, I won't dare to go back to my room to sleep..."
Shu Huan was drawn to laugh: "Okay, I'll go to bed earlier, don't scare her."
Gu Xiran smiled slightly, took the tea that Jingjing handed over, took two sips, walked to the table and reached out to pull out the stone she drew and said, "The painting is pretty good, what are you bothering about?"
Shu Huan frowned and sighed: "I don't know, I just feel that something is missing."
When she said this, Meijing also came over and took a look. Seeing the painting stones spread out on the table, some were painted with flowers and plants, and some were painted with birds. It’s interesting only when you’re doing it, just like the juggling Jade Carving Boy in Shengmei Pavilion…”
Before she finished speaking, Shu Huan stood up with an "ah", and excitedly stretched out his arms to hug her: "Yes, that's what's missing, that's what's missing."
It’s no wonder that the more you paint, the more something goes wrong. It turns out that there is a lack of a theme, not to mention that the ancients paid attention to everything in pairs to win the prize. If you paint a lonely stone, where should you put it when you buy it back? It's better to draw a pair, or even a set, so that the selling price will be higher, and she will find it interesting to draw.
Meimei was a little embarrassed by her embrace, but she couldn't break free, so she could only look at Gu Xiran for help.
Gu Xiran straightened her face, coughed twice, and wanted to attract Shu Huan's attention, but she was still immersed in the joy of the first solution to her doubts, and she didn't even notice the movement of the people next to her, and she hugged the beautiful scenery After thinking about it, he murmured to himself: "Should I paint the twelve beauties in Jinling, or the one hundred and eight generals in Liangshan? The four beauties can also be painted... By the way, I can also add more paintings to these painting stones." Some simple background stories, but I haven't practiced the words well, this is really a nerve-wracking thing... "
This man is crazy
Gu Xiran sighed helplessly, and secretly decided that she would never discuss painting with her in the future, and even thought about whether to limit her painting time.
Only Jingmei still didn't give up and stretched out her hand to nudge her: "Second Grandma, come back to your senses, I still have something to ask you."
After several times of pushing, Shu Huan finally woke up, found himself hugging her, and was also embarrassed for a moment, let go of his hand, and forced himself to straighten his face and said: "What's the matter?"
Meimei smiled and said, "Sister Huiyun said that the day after tomorrow is Aunt Yun's birthday, please teach me how to do it."
Shu Huan was startled for a moment: "How did you manage it in previous years?"
She wasn't asking Meimei, but Gu Xiran. After all, Meimei had not been around her for long, so how could she know what happened in the past year
However, Gu Xiran shook his head without any hesitation, and said plainly: "I don't know about this, you should ask Huiyun tomorrow."
There was nothing to say all night.
When he got up early the next day, Shu Huan first sent Hui Yun to ask questions, and only then did he know that Aunt Yun's birthday was celebrated in Gu's house in previous years. Because there were many people there and Gu Xiran was ill, Aunt Yun did not let the maids To make arrangements, at most it is to collect some birthday presents such as embroidered handkerchief sachets, and then distribute some birthday noodles for everyone to eat, and then listen to a few auspicious words about longevity and longevity.
Now that Gu Xiran's health is getting better, and Shu Huan has to take care of things, so as not to be blamed, everything has to be done according to the routine, and naturally it can't be as simple as before. But there is no ready-made example, and Shu Huan also feels very embarrassed, after all, she has never handled such a thing, not to mention that Aunt Yun's status as a concubine is too embarrassing.
After thinking for a while, she finally had an idea, let Huiyun quietly go to Fufuzhai to find an old mother and ask her to see how the master and the concubine next to him celebrate their birthdays, and follow the instructions over there. For example, if you consider adding and subtracting points, you can deal with it.
After Huiyun answered, she left and went to Fufuzhai. When she was outside the courtyard, before she entered the door, she heard the faint sound of smashing things coming from inside, mixed with the voices of a group of maids and old mothers to persuade her. It was a mess. The group is really lively
When she was on a errand, she often bumped into this arrogant girl. Although she had received rewards from her, she just didn't like her in her heart. Now that she heard her angry, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, but she was always cautious. , there was still nothing wrong on his face, he just calmed down, looked into the yard with his head, wanted to find a way to call an old mother out, and left after asking a few words.
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