Started as a mute girl? I prospered in the lean years

After parting with Yi Qian, Shen Huaixu returned to the tent to rest. The tent was built temporarily, but it was fully equipped with everything.

Jiang Wei was reading a book with great interest.

When she heard the noise, she raised her head and smiled when she saw Shen Huaixu. "Ah Xu, what book is this? Not only is the story interesting, but the pictures on it are also very beautiful."

Shen Huaixu reads a wide range of books, but she has a habit: after a busy day with a lot of complicated things in her mind, she will flip through a few pages of simple and refreshing novels to clear her mind.

The book Jiang Wei was holding in her hand was the one she had read last night, which contained some delicately painted portraits of people.

She suddenly remembered the promise she had made to Jiang Wei a long time ago in order to get her to study painting well - it was time to fulfill it.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand to signal Yinghua and the others to leave the tent. After they left, she said, "Do you remember that I told you before that I would give you a gift after you learned how to paint?"

Jiang Wei was stunned. She didn't expect that Ah Xu still remembered this matter.

She never took this matter to heart. In her opinion, Ah Xu's encouragement for her to learn painting and his personal help in finding a good master for her was already an extremely precious gift to her.

So she spoke her mind.

Shen Huaixu shook his head and said, "Sister Wei, this is a gift for you. It is also an idea I have had for a long time - I want to open a calligraphy and painting gallery."

This was an idea she had in her mind for a long time. After fermenting for such a long time, the idea was gradually completed in all aspects, and it was time to put it into action.

When she first came to this world, she was in trouble herself. The first thing she noticed was the biggest problem of the time - poverty and hunger, so she presented sweet potatoes to the king of this world.

Later, as she worked as a doctor and came into contact with more and more people and things, she could no longer help but focus on the women of this era.

Shen Huaixu knew very well that she alone could not fight against the deep-rooted ideas in people's hearts. If she wanted to make changes, she could only change them little by little from the root.

Words are powerful, but most women of this era were illiterate, which made her feel troubled. After thinking about it, she knew that only by turning the words in the books into popular stories passed down by word of mouth could they be widely spread.

There is no doubt that this process may be very long, but it doesn’t matter, the road must be taken step by step.

Jiang Wei opened her eyes wide at this time, "Calligraphy and Painting Gallery? Like this book?"

"The portraits of people in this book are all drawn in ink, but I want you to draw them in color. All kinds of beautiful people with good colors and personalities."

If you want to make a name for yourself in a short period of time, the more eye-catching the content is, the better.

Shen Huaixu continued, "Of course, the beauty is just one of the highlights. It's a gimmick for the opening of the calligraphy and painting gallery. We can paint other things later. You are responsible for painting this part, and I will find someone else to write the book."

Writing Shen Huaixu's book is not a worry at all, as there are so many resources available. She can even stay behind the scenes and let the literary predecessors in her world also go down in history in this world.

Jiang Wei was stunned for a moment, but then she felt a little excited. She knew that she was indeed talented in painting, but she had not read much, and she didn't know what use it would be for a girl to learn painting in the future.

After living in the capital for a long time, she also learned some things, such as those young ladies from wealthy families, who learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting mostly to gain a good reputation; there were also people in the market who truly loved these arts, but most of them were unknown, and they worked hard to paint a masterpiece, but could not even earn enough to support their families.

Of course, there are also famous painting masters like her master, but this fame only grew as she grew older, like the mellow fragrance of wine in a deep alley.

There are also people who make a big splash overnight, but they are rare.

Although her master always taught that learning to paint requires a clear mind and quiet ears, her mind has not yet reached that level, and her thoughts are inevitably vulgar - she feels that she is learning a skill, a skill that can allow her to make money and make a living.

Now that the opportunity was before her, how could she not be excited? Even if she couldn't make money this time, it would be good to gain fame.

Jiang Wei grinned, "Ah Xu, I'll draw it the way you say it, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Shen Huaixu also laughed and asked her, "Can you draw beauties?"

Jiang Wei could do it, of course, but, "I can't draw like you, the portraits you draw are too similar and too weird."

"I'm looking for you to paint in your own way. So, I'll tell you, how about you try to paint it? This time, let's paint 'Daiyu Burying Flowers'!"

Shen Huaixu decided on the topic for Jiang Wei without much thought.

Jiang Wei didn't expect the test to come so soon, and she was a little flustered. Fortunately, she was used to carrying a small bag and carrying paper and pen like Shen Huaixu did before.

After a period of chaos, she held a pen in one hand and kept asking, "Who is Daiyu? Why are you burying flowers when you have nothing to do?"

Shen Huaixu translated the description in the book into a way that Jiang Wei could understand. After listening to it, Jiang Wei did not put down her pen for a long time. Instead, Shen Huaixu's words aroused her curiosity and she kept asking about Daiyu's ending.

As a result, the situation went out of control. After Shen Huaixu had been talking for a while, she felt that she was not good at storytelling. She gulped down a cup of tea and said, "I'll show you the book when we get back. First, draw the 'Daiyu Burying Flowers' that we just talked about."

Although she was still unsatisfied, when she heard there was a book to read, Jiang Wei suppressed her curiosity and settled down to paint.

Her painting skills were not yet mature, but she was attentive and had a natural imagination for spatial images. Soon, a lovely picture of a beauty appeared on the paper.

Shen Huaixu watched from the side and knew that Jiang Wei had really found the right master.

After Jiang Wei finished writing, she picked up the picture of the beauty and looked at it carefully. In Jiang Wei's expectant eyes, she said, "You haven't seen enough beauties. I'll give you some books when I go back. Read more."

Jiang Wei pouted unhappily, "Where haven't I seen you enough all day?"

After she finished speaking, Shen Huaixu rolled his eyes at her and said, "You should be more motivated. My standards are very high."

"I see, I see, it's not okay!"

*

As the sky gradually darkened, the emperor, in a good mood after relaxing his muscles, set out to stay at the hunting ground villa, and his entourage followed him in a mighty procession.

After arriving at the villa, Shen Huaixu and Jiang Wei lived together. She knew that her father would have to guard the emperor tonight. She was worried that he would not have enough to eat. She couldn't help but grumble in her heart that going out with the emperor was much more troublesome than going out with the leader. It was difficult to even see him.

As I was thinking this, a faint voice suddenly sounded, "A Xu, have you forgotten me?"

Shen Huaixu was about to get up and go to the window to look at the scenery outside the courtyard, but he suddenly heard Fu Yin's voice. He froze and continued to sit obediently, "How could it be? Aren't you just free? I was just about to talk to you. Oh, I forgot to ask you, when will Nanxia send someone to Dajin?"