[Don't worry, based on your drawings, I have automatically generated finished pictures of all your design drawings and uploaded them to the online store. Moreover, our store is in the most conspicuous location, and business will come soon.]
"That's good."
Su Qiao opened several paintings and calligraphy that had been prepared and hung them on the nails on the wall.
"I will also help you pass these paintings and calligraphy on to see if anyone will buy them."
[OK.] 444 nodded very crisply and started to get busy.
Su Qiao looked at the several landscape paintings and calligraphy on the table, and laughed at himself a little, "I didn't expect that I, Su Qiao, would have to make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings when I got here."
I want to trade in stocks, but I have no capital, I want to practice medicine and sell medicine, I don't have a certificate, and this place is closed, so other ways are not feasible.
It seems that she should learn a few more skills, maybe she will use them sometime.
[This is not the ancient times. There are very few calligraphers and painters in this era, and their status is very high. They are sought after by many people, but their style is much higher than being a star.]
444 doesn't think there's anything wrong with selling calligraphy and painting.
Su Qiao has this ability and talent, why not make good use of it?
"Same."
444 said this, Su Qiao's unsatisfied idea disappeared.
Then an idea struck me. Since I wanted to learn a craft, why not start with painting?
She can still do ancient landscape paintings, but not modern oil paintings.
Su Qiao decided to take some time to study modern paintings, maybe they can be used in the future.
While thinking about it, she opened her online store page.
When I saw the price of the calligraphy and painting that had just been uploaded, I was stunned. "Is this price... a little too high?"
A painting, three hundred thousand? Four hundred thousand?
A piece of calligraphy, one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand?
Did Xiao Si think she was some famous master?
444 looked disapproving.
[Where is it higher? It's not high at all. Things like this kind of calligraphy and painting are all in the eye of the beholder and the wise have their own opinions.]
[What's more, your calligraphy and paintings not only have their own unique style, but are also comparable to the level of a master. At this price, I think it's a bit low.]
"It seems that you have read a lot of books recently and learned a lot of knowledge."
Speaking of these, one set after another, and they are quite similar.
[Of course, as the saying goes, live and learn. Little Master will learn whichever plane it goes to. Once all the planes have been visited, this system will be the most knowledgeable system in the universe.]
Su Qiao thought for a while.
At this point, it seems she has to learn from Primary 4.
*
Early the next morning, Su Qiao and Fu Jingyao had just finished exercising, and Old Village Chief climbed up on the crutches.
"Xiao Qiao, are you going to town today?"
"What's wrong?"
"Isn't the Yungui family hosting a full-moon banquet tomorrow? If you go, buy some ingredients, dried fungi, dried mushrooms, etc. and bring them back so that we can host a banquet tomorrow."
Su Qiao thought for a while and nodded simply, "Okay, you make a list of the things you want to buy for me, and I will stop by the vegetable market when I go to town later."
"The list has been made. Look at it. Everything marked in red must be purchased."
Old Village Chief took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket.
Su Qiao took it and read it quickly, "Okay, leave it to me."
Fu Jingyao originally wanted to follow him, but Su Qiao left him at home chopping firewood and watering the vegetable patch.
Su Qiao bought some daily necessities in the town, and then went to the vegetable market to help the village chief buy ingredients and dried mushrooms before driving back to the village.
Before the car entered the village, it was stopped by a group of people at the intersection.
Su Qiao opened the door and walked down, looking at the few hoodlums in colorful clothes with cold eyes.
It seems that the last blow was too light.