buckwheat leaves

Then I heard Yan Qiong stepping back a few steps, leaning close to his ear and whispering: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, today's suit was drawn by me with spiritual power, if If you don't hurry up, I'll..."

When Ye Qiao heard this, she nervously grabbed Yan Qiong and strode forward.I have killed Yan Qiong a hundred times in my heart.

Finally, Ye Qiao and Ye Qiao entered the nearest Ming City.Ye Qiao was a little disappointed to find that the city here is really small.In fact, Ye Qiao was wronged. Although this city is not a very big city in Ji country, it can be regarded as a medium-sized city, with a relatively high population and development level.Ye Qiao saw that the houses were much lower compared to modern times, and the flow of people was much rarer, so he felt that the city was small.

Along the way, there were more and more people, and more and more people were staring at Ye Qiao, but Ye Qiao was more relieved that the people here were not as open as modern ones, and no one took the initiative to strike up a conversation.In fact, Ye Qiao was wronged again, it was because those people saw that Ye Qiao and Yan Qiong were wearing typical upper-class noble clothes, so they didn't dare to strike up a conversation casually.

After finally arriving at the place where Yan Qiong used to set up a stall, there was an old man selling cold cakes and a middle-aged man who set up a fortune-telling stall beside him.The two of them were obviously familiar with Yan Qiong, and they kept staring at Ye Qiao while saying hello.Finally the old man opened his mouth first, greeted Ye Qiao, then turned his head and said to Yan Qiong with a smile: "Young master, you come out from time to time to set up a stall to make a small fuss, anyway, you don't rely on this for food, but you can use this It’s easy to get into trouble if the beautiful young master is brought out.”

As soon as Ye Qiao heard the first half of the sentence, she understood that this Yan Qiong was definitely setting up a stall under the guise of being everyone's son to experience life—it's really trying to save face!As for the second half of the sentence, Ye Qiao had black lines on his face, what is the situation?Does that old man think I'm having an affair with that kid?Hearing the voices of the middle-aged fortune-teller echoing in his ears, his face became even uglier—does everyone think so? !Immediately, I was very angry-not to mention that he is so ugly after changing his appearance, even his previous appearance, with his bad personality, he would definitely be NGed!Ah, what, two men are simply impossible!What are you thinking, Ye Qiao! !

Ye Qiao was annoyed for a while, could it be that she was also affected after coming to this world?

Seeing Ye Qiao's troubled face, the old man greeted him warmly even though he didn't know why, "Young master, would you like a piece of cold cake? I just made it, and it tastes the best!" Ye Qiao immediately became energetic when he heard that, but Thinking that she was penniless, she immediately glanced at Yan Qiong with a sad look, Yan Qiong's heart skipped a beat, her back felt cold, and sure enough——

"Grandpa, he won't let me eat~" Ye Qiao was trembling with his sweet tone, but still persisted in pointing his little finger at the heinous thing in his mouth, and complained miserably.

"Oh, Mr. Yan, it's your fault. Don't you think my old man's things are unclean?" The old man was obviously a little angry: "Although you are the son of everyone, don't discipline yourself so strictly—" Ye Qiao listened After saying this, I shivered. "Come on, young master, take it. I made it myself. It's all rice ground by my own old man. It's very clean and doesn't cost any money." As he said, he wrapped two pieces of cold cake stuffed with dried lotus leaves. In Yeqiao's hands.

Ye Qiao happily held the cold cake, and gave Yan Qiong a sideways glance—huh, I finally made it back—well, although my reputation was ruined—but having said that, this cold cake tastes really good...

Yan Qiong looked at Ye Qiao happily eating cold cakes, not only did not feel annoyed by being calculated, but was full of a sense of pampering, and a thought suddenly popped up in her heart—or else she will always spoil him like this in the future, always pamper...

9. Selling paintings...

After eating the cold cake, Yan Qiong also set up the stall, with simple pens, ink, paper and inkstones.Then officially began to sell paintings.

Ye Qiao took a look at the side and understood.What Yan Qiong said about selling paintings is real painting, without any water mixed in - first impromptu splashing ink, then blowing it dry, and then placing it there waiting for fancy customers to come to your door.

Ye Qiao was a little dumbfounded, no wonder the business was not good and he couldn't make much money.So he pushed Yan Qiong aside and got on the horse himself.

After a while, many people surrounded the stall.

"Young master, can you draw portraits for us?" Looking at the newly hung banners on the booth, a man with the appearance of a military man stroked his beard and asked. He had only heard of some very high-level painters for the royal family. Portraits of people, are the painters who usually set up stalls of such a high level?

Ye Qiao glanced at it, um, she was well dressed, she should have some status. "Yes, I can draw a portrait of you - I can draw you your appearance, and I can also draw other characters or landscapes according to your description. As long as you ask me, I can draw. If you don't draw like me No money." Ye Qiao smiled sweetly, like a respectful gentleman.

"Then if I describe someone else's appearance, it's okay to draw someone else?" Another scholar-like person obviously didn't believe it.We can’t blame them for this. It’s very rare for ordinary painters to be able to draw the person in front of them vividly. If you haven’t met, you can only draw the person based on the buyer’s dictation. This is never heard of before. of!

"It's ok. But, the price is a little bit expensive..." Ye Qiao hesitated on purpose. When Ye Qiao was sketching, he had specially practiced this aspect, so even though the pencil was replaced with pen and ink, it shouldn't be a problem.

"Ah, money is not a problem! As long as you can paint!" The scholar immediately expressed his opinion.

So, after a meal time.

"Oh, young master, you really can't judge people by appearances!" I am also very good at appearances——Ye Qiao secretly rolled his eyes.The face is still humble: "Wherever it is, you can draw it as you think."

Obviously, due to the influence of the current level of papermaking and single painting skills, the current portrait painters can't draw well at all, but this is not difficult for Yeqiao at all, just look at the exclamation of the surrounding people.

Ye Qiao quickly got busy, writing and drawing pictures for the people around her. She was so busy that she didn't even have time to collect money, so she poked Yan Qiong who was standing next to her, and urged him to help, which made it better.

After sending away a group of people with great difficulty, fine sweat dripped from Ye Qiao's forehead.Although the weather is not very hot now, the sun is coming to the top of the head, and it will soon be the hottest time of the day.Yan Qiong closed the banner at the right time, sent the last buyer away, and was about to close the stall.Ye Qiao was a little reluctant, she just made some money, so she wants to leave?Yan Qiong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she was so tired and sweaty that she was not satisfied.Besides, Yan Qiong took a look at the money in his pocket - the money he earned in the past half a day can catch up with what he earned in the previous half a year, which is still too little!

Of course you couldn’t say that, and immediately put your arms around his shoulders and coaxed softly: “Look, it’s almost noon, aren’t you hungry? Let’s go eat first. Besides, you only draw portraits for some people. Those who get it will wait to come to you to paint next time, which will be more conducive to your reputation, right?"

Ye Qiao thought about it for a while, and it was the same reasoning, rare things are more expensive.So he stopped complaining and obediently followed Yan Qiong to clean up.

The old man and the middle-aged man next to him were also very happy. The business of the painting stall became popular, and their business also improved. They immediately felt joy and admiration for Ye Qiao, but they praised Ye Qiao vigorously. , and only praised Yeqiao as having nothing but heaven and earth.Even Ye Qiao, who is used to hearing compliments, couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Seeing the blushing Ye Qiao standing in front of him with her head bowed, Yan Qiong's heart skipped a beat.Immediately regaining consciousness, he secretly laughed at himself, what kind of beauty has never seen before, but was actually fascinated by a little guy.Thinking about it, he said goodbye to the fortune teller and cold cake seller, took the few belongings from Ye Qiao with one hand, shook Ye Qiao's hand with the other, and left.

Ye Qiao was dragged away by Yan Qiong, feeling a little uncomfortable being shaken by the hand, she did not shake it off twice, couldn't help but blushed and protested: "I can walk by myself!"

Yan Qiong laughed and said, "There are so many people at this time, can you go back by yourself if you get separated?"

Ye Qiao looked around, although it would not be said that there was a crowd of people, but the flow of people was indeed much more than this morning, in case they really got separated... Ye Qiao trembled, held Yan Qiong's hand behind his back, and followed obediently by his side.

Yan Qiong suddenly felt complacent and clenched her hands even tighter.

The author has something to say: Four chapters have been updated today.I'm not at home on weekends, I will continue to update next Monday~~

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10. Molesting...

Yan Qiong took Ye Qiao's hand and stood in front of a two-story restaurant.It is a wooden house, which stands out from the surrounding thatched roofs and mud walls.Ye Qiao looked at the plaque, coughed, didn't know him, wanted to ask Yan Qiong, but didn't want to be laughed at, so he simply didn't speak.

I looked around again, and it seemed that there was only this second-floor store nearby.It's really... backward enough - I don't know if the food is good or not, Ye Qiao murmured in his heart.Jue Yan Qiong squeezed his hand: "This is the best restaurant in Mingcheng." Then she took Ye Qiao's hand and entered the door.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a hall, and several wooden stakes are erected in it, obviously playing a supporting role.Ye Qiao curled her lips and looked around. There was only a tall counter in the hall, and behind the counter was a large cabinet with a sealed altar of wine.There were tables scattered all around, and it was the time of lunch, when people were bustling and noisy.

Ye Qiao frowned, looking for a seat, Yan Qiong had already pulled him toward the second