The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 307 Buying Calligraphy and Painting Paper

"Okay, let's go out for dinner." Qingyin walked out and prepared to have dinner.

There was nothing in the newly rented yard, so we needed to have a meal outside for the time being.

Chen Wang obeyed and followed.

This yard is in a good location, with people living nearby just outside the alley.

After walking a few steps, Qingyin saw an old couple pushing a cart and setting up a wonton stall in the distance. The old woman was wrapping wontons, and the old man of similar age was cooking wontons seriously. The small pot on the stove was emitting gurgling bubbles, and wisps of smoke mixed with the fragrance of wontons drifted into the distance, tempting diners to come.

Looking at the fragrant wontons, Qingyin didn't plan to find another seat.

I have been looking for a yard for too long today, so it would be better to finish eating and rest early.

Looking at the wonton stall, Qingyin literally asked Chen Wang for his opinion: "Brother Chen, do you want to try the wontons?"

"Okay, of course." Chen Wang followed Qingyin and nervously squeezed onto a narrow stool, sitting face to face across the table.

Qingyin nodded and gently called to the old woman: "Grandma, give me two bowls of wontons."

"Okay." The old woman responded with a kind smile.

Through the misty smoke, the boy's elegant and refined facial features seemed to have a more human look, as if an immortal had walked into the human world, now within reach of people, Chen Wang thought silently.

After eating the wontons nervously, I drank several mouthfuls of hot soup before I calmed down. The wontons, which were not as good as those at home, tasted different when there was no one to accompany me.

The freshly cooked wontons were steaming. Qingyin ate so much that sweat broke out on the tip of her nose and her face turned red. Under the effect of the beauty pill, her slightly upturned eyebrows turned pink and looked more charming.

Chen Wang, who was secretly looking at A Yin, couldn't help but blush and lowered his head, not daring to look at the face that made his heart waver.

After eating the wontons, Qingyin didn’t dwell on the boy who suddenly became silent and seemed strange.

I was so tired tonight and had been busy for too long that Qingyin couldn't help but show a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

After saying a brief goodbye to Chen Wang, Qingyin returned to the room, washed up with cold water, and lay down on the bed.

Chen Wang, who was separated from the bed by a wall, had trouble sleeping. Lying on the bed, he stared at the wall inside. A Yin lived behind that wall. Just this thought made Chen Wang's mind full of wild thoughts, and he couldn't stop thinking about them.

It was not until the second half of the night that Chen Wang fell into a drowsy sleep.

The next morning, Qingyin, who had developed a biological alarm clock, got up at six o'clock on time. When he got up, Qingyin also noticed the silence in the next room. He guessed that Chen Wang might not have woken up yet. Qingyin got out of bed quietly, washed his face with cold water, and performed a set of body boxing in the yard before he was ready to go out.

At six o'clock in the autumn, the sky was already dawning.

Qingyin exhaled a breath, and her nostrils were filled with the aroma of food sold by various vendors.

Qingyin planned to buy some buns for the young master when she returned.

After thinking about it, Qingyin walked towards the nearest shop selling calligraphy pens that she had asked the waiter about.

This small shop is sandwiched between two food stores and is not very large. The people in the shop are sleepy-eyed and dozing off, nodding their heads intermittently, and occasionally glancing at the door to see if there are any customers coming.

Qingyin walked in, deliberately making the sound of her footsteps louder.

The shop owner was awakened, raised his head, and subconsciously said, "Hello, sir, miss, what would you like to order?"

Qingyin smiled and said calmly, "Excuse me, Boss, do you have any paper for calligraphy or painting? I think I'll need a lot."

"Yes, yes, yes!" said the thin Mu Wang enthusiastically. The man who had run a shop in Huailin for several years sighed in his heart, this young man is so good-looking, with such temperament and attitude. He has never seen such an outstanding young man in his life.

However, Mu Wang, who had run a shop for many years and had a keen eye, did not miss the cheap robe on Qingyin and guessed that Qingyin's background must be not good.

Thinking that the young man needed so much calligraphy and painting paper, Mu Wang guessed Qing Yin's purpose. There were many poor scholars who could draw and write who came to him to buy paper and sell calligraphy and paintings, but most of the business was not good and they all lost money.

Thinking about the frustration of those scholars, Mu Wang wanted to persuade this young man with extraordinary demeanor: "Excuse me, I would like to ask if you want to make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings?"

Qingyin's expression remained unchanged as she smiled and nodded.

"It's actually better for you not to sell calligraphy and paintings. There are very few people in Huailin who like calligraphy and paintings. If you rely on this, you may lose money." Mu Wang honestly told the fate of those scholars.

Qing Yin knew that the shop owner had good intentions, so she smiled gently and nodded, and said confidently: "Thank you for your reminder, I understand, but I have other "tricks" for this calligraphy and painting, please bring me twenty pieces of paper first."

Looking at the young man's confident smile, Mu Wang couldn't help but believe Qingyin's "good idea". Perhaps, this young man might really have a way to sell his calligraphy and paintings.

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From the kindhearted shopkeeper, Qingyin successfully obtained calligraphy and painting paper and corresponding brushes and ink at a price 20% cheaper than the market price.

On the way back, Qingyin did not forget to buy a few buns. Estimating the boy's appetite, she bought four vegetable buns and three meat buns.

Carrying a bunch of buns and calligraphy and paintings, Qingyin walked slower.

Then I also saw a young master squatting at the gate of the yard, pulling dogtail grass.

Qingyin's footsteps reminded the boy.

Chen Wang ran over excitedly, his fair little face full of heat.

"Ayin! Ayin, I thought you were gone." He surrounded Qingyin and said aggrievedly.

"I went out to buy breakfast and you were still sleeping." Qingyin explained, afraid that the puppy would cry.

"Ain is so nice."

Sure enough, after hearing Qingyin say this, Chen Wang became happy again and took the buns and the things he bought from Qingyin's hands with his big hands.

It was taken diligently to the stone table in the yard.

He then carefully wiped the stool opposite him with his handkerchief, and then wiped the other stool perfunctorily.

Obviously, the stool that was treated so carefully was prepared for Qingyin.

Qingyin thanked him and sat down.

She is too lazy to care about these little things.

The buns I just bought were still steaming hot, but after walking for a while, they cooled down to the temperature I could just put in my mouth.

Chen Wang finished his bun in just a few bites. After finishing his meal, he sat aside stupidly and watched Qingyin eat.

Qingyin paused while holding Baozi's hand. She was not in the habit of being watched while eating.

"This bun is too greasy. Brother Chen, can you help me get a basin of hot water from the kitchen to wash my hands?"

Chen Wang: "Okay."

Looking at Chen Wang who was sent away, Qingyin was finally able to have a meal in peace.