Dong Qingong didn't know when the situation would have become like this. The people who were still depressed just now suddenly became bright. Especially Peng Julei, shaking his shoulders and said, "Brother Qin Gong! That's it! Draw a few pictures for them and shock those businesses!"

What's wrong with the merchant? It still shocks our merchants? The merchants are afraid that you will not be shocked!

He laughed twice: "Mr. Dong, do you mind your paintings becoming commodity paintings?"

"Commodity painting?" Dong Qingong looked at the slender eyes and smiled. The silhouette of the nose was like the wings of a black flank under the candlelight.

"Yes, my paintings are no longer the pure land of my soul that belongs to me, and no longer the objects of small appreciation for a few painters. These paintings will be released, turned into collections of paintings, colored papers, and even printed on New Year's paintings, window papers, and porcelain. What Mr. Dong heard was no longer the voices of these painters of Sicun Painting Association, but the comments of the world. Those comments are not only praise, but may be criticism, even slander, and insult...

…” Xiaoxiao looked at Dong Qingong’s pair of eyes, “Mr. Dong has become a public figure since then, and his paintings cannot even make decisions on his own, because many starting points must be considered for the needs of the public. For example, paintings under the New Year, others do not need the vast snow scene of 'birds flying across the mountains', and just want the 'Auspicious snow signifies a good harvest' with big red lanterns. Mr. Dong also wants to draw one by one... and so on, Mr. Dong, are you willing?"

Dong Qingong stared for a long time, and the candle's flowing light jumped in his eyes, as if it would explode if it accidentally broke out. Dong Qingong's thin lips were still tightly pursed, maintaining a restrained attitude: "It's not bad to hear more different sounds."

"Yes! I'm not afraid of them criticizing me!" Peng Julei said, "Brother Qin Gong's paintings will never allow those halfway mountain people!"

Shi Zuimo laughed and said, "There are people scolding Shanren's paintings halfway through."

Ruan coughed lightly twice, pinched her hands and smiled: "Don't go too far, let's settle the negotiations with the Xia family first."

Xiaoxiao never knew what Aunt Fourth’s move was intended. Could it be that she was so excited that she was hyped up just now? Aunt Fourth thought this was an impossible task? No, it was obviously not that difficult. In addition, among the members of Muyaji Ancient Society, Xia Liang, the daughter of Caijianxia family, would be able to tell her at that time. A win-win situation would not be considered a plea.

Xiaoxiao cleared his throat: "I wonder if Mr. Dong can help me draw some small paintings? There is no need to strive for excellence, as long as the picture is simple and the color is beautiful."

"How big is Yingyuan?" Dong Qingong asked with a smile.

"A book is the size of a book," Xiaoxiao had his own idea, picked up a piece of paper from the table and folded it into the size of a book. "The following paragraph is left blank and will not be drawn, I will use it for another one."

"How many pictures do you want?" Dong Qingong seemed to have slowly entered the role of a commercial painter.

"Of course, the more, the better. I want to use it before April 15th. The content is mostly summer scenery, and there can be a few autumn scenery." Seeing Dong Qingong nodding, she smiled and said to other painters: "If you have the intention, you may as well draw a few pictures, such as landscapes, flowers, birds, characters, and still life."

Shi Zuimo smiled first and said, "Since Yingyuan has proposed it, we will give it a try. Draw some notes for merchants and earn some money for ink!"

Peng Julei didn't pour cold water on it, just smiled.

Everyone understands that the notes are not simple. Those who can use the notes in this dynasty are all written by famous artists. However, several painters nodded and agreed and smiled, probably because they did not want the little girl's confidence to be shattered immediately.

How can I not know about Xiaoxiao's ancient paintings? Since it was proposed, it must be useful: "We have to unify the paper. When I go home and cut the paper, I will let Mr. Sicun come to the painting club tomorrow." Xiaoxiao looked at one or two customers who selected books in the bookstore, "Is this the painting club?"

"The painting meeting is being repaired, so I moved to the bookstore first." Seeing that the guys were busy, Ruan stood up and said, "I'll go urge the tea, everyone sit down."

Xiaoxiao stood up with Ruan, walked through the library, and came to a place similar to a small tea room. Xiaoxiao then said, "Aunt Four, has something to remind me?"

Ruan Tsai used a tea spoon to scoop some tea leaves from a rose purple-glazed tea pot: "If you don't build a printing club, how can you know the importance of carving wooden boards? You only know the joy of 'publishing' books', and how can you know where this 'publishing' come from? If you are really attracted by the merchants who make papers, how can they use the stereotypes for our printing club?"

Xiaoxiao didn't expect this, but just watched Ruan put the tea into a six-person pot and rinsed it with hot water. The fragrance quickly spread out, and the Emei Snow Buds were brewed.

Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that Ruan's paintings would not make much money. To promote artists like this, they either have never been famous or become famous. But once they become famous, will they still live in such a civilian painting school? At least, modern galleries also need to have gallery contracted painters.

"How will Aunt Fourth make money by paintings?" Xiaoxiao asked.

"The Zuo is just selling paintings." Ruan's expression was faint, and she didn't seem to expect that she would make a lot of money by using paintings. She put the teapot and the cover bowl into the tray and called the guy: "Yunyi, bring the tea to the gentlemen."

However, Ruan and Xiaoxiao stayed in the tea room. The two stood by the glass window and looked at the rain scene. Xiaoxiao said, "Why don't Aunt Fourth sign a contract with the painters? Within five or ten years, all the paintings of these painters will be controlled by the Painting Association. Whether it is selling paintings, printing paintings into painting collections, notes, etc., these things are represented by Sicun Painting Association."

Ruan was a little surprised by Xiaoxiao's bold idea. In the Yuanlong Dynasty, where intellectual property is scarce, it is already awesome to have a first-time factory. How could people still think of signing a brokerage company?

"Aunt, don't worry, this is not a contract for sale. Signing this is also a mutual respect between the painting association and the painter," Xiaoxiao wanted Ruan to accept his thoughts: "I think these painters are very noble, and they don't want to mix in the painting association every day. They eat and drink so much for free. Seeing that the paintings leak and repaired, they can't take out half a piece to help Mr. Sicun! After all, selling paintings is an unknown, and some people may not be able to sell a painting for a few months. This kind of life is even more uncomfortable." Peng Julei's angry expression flashed in his mind, and he felt that he hadn't earned money for a long time.

"This... painters are different from ordinary common people. They are afraid they are unwilling to be bound by contract." Ruan Tse expressed his concerns.

Xiaoxiao shook her head: "If you are completely free, you will be afraid that you will not be able to find a way out. For example, if no one is connected with the paper making merchants today, what should they do? Even if they are online, will they let them talk on their own? The painter talks about business with the merchants? It will only make them even more uncomfortable. Not all businessmen are people who respect art like Aunt Four. Most of the merchants are profit-oriented. They will calculate these portraits based on the pounds and places like selling meat! The painters' self-esteem can only be even more hurt!"

Xiaoxiao picked up his arm, looked at Ruan and continued, "At this time, I need someone who can fully represent them and worry about these things. Their task is to draw. Don't discriminate against commodity painting. If you draw it well, you will have a future. If your aunt signs a contract with them, you can even pay everyone's wages to ensure your life. The brush, ink, paper and inkstone are also borne by the painting club, and all the remaining commodity income will be collected from the painting club. I think most people will be willing. In this way, you can draw and talk about painting every day. The painting club will handle the work completely by the painting club, and you don't worry about it at all. If I am a painter, I will sign the contract without hesitation."

Ruan Shi lowered her head and thought about it, but she didn't make a decision after all, asking her to talk to the painters about this, and she felt that she couldn't say it.

"I'll sign."

A voice sounded behind him, and the two turned around and said that it was Dong Qingong, who was standing in front of the tea room door, looking at Ruan with long eyes: "Mr. Sicun, I am willing to sign."

Xiaoxiao looked at Ruan and spread his hands: Look, I'm right.

A muffled thunder sounded outside the window, and the sky became darker and darker. An apricot-yellow gauze lantern was placed beside the tea room door, making Dong Qingong look like an ancient man, an ancient man who was farther away from the Tang Dynasty and Wei and Jin Dynasties. The ancient man smiled: "I will definitely be willing to tell them."

"It's a blessing for Qin Gong." Ruan smiled slightly, turned around and served tea, and left the tea room with Xiaoxiao.

A long time later, Xiaoxiao still remembered that this day, he walked behind the two of them, looking at the backs of Dong Qingong and Ruan Zhen, the old wide robe, the loose black hair, the four-corner gauze lanterns, the fragrance of books in the air, and the quiet rain outside the window...

Xiaoxiao even felt that they were more like a pair.

Rainy days make people think more easily.

The Yuanlong Dynasty was open again, and it was a feudal dynasty. In modern times, such things would destroy the three views, let alone the ancients. Xiaoxiao shook his head and smiled. Where did he get so many feelings? The two of them in front of him were obviously open and honest, and they insisted on competing them as CPs. They were simply Qiong Yao's version of the rabble...

The rain never stopped. After the hour of You, Ruan took a carriage back to the Tang family with Xiaoxiao.

Fortunately, the carriage was also equipped with glass windows, so the heavy rain would not blow the curtains into it. I just drank enough hot tea in the bookstore, and my aunt and nephew were sitting quietly against the soft cushion of the carriage.

Outside the window is the sound of rain falling in the deep pool, as if all the sounds of the world have melted into this rain.

Xiaoxiao didn't know why he thought of Van Gogh's death...this boundless imagination.

"Don't you mind today?" Ruan's voice was still faintly cold.

"Mind?" Xiaoxiao looked at his aunt, "I'm afraid that I'll mind if I have random ideas?"

"Silly boy, you have helped Sicun Painting Association with this idea. I thank you too much," Ruan chuckled, "Aren't everyone happy to sign the contract just now?"

This is true, thinking of Peng Julei's blushing and happy look just now, Xiaoxiao was also happy for them.
Chapter completed!