Street Photography Expert Luo Chong

Now that photography had been invented, of course they had to make full use of its ability to record history. An old man like the Rat Shaman, who had brought the calendar to the Han Tribe, was absolutely worthy of being remembered by future generations. That was why Luo Chong had thought of inviting the Rat Shaman to have his picture taken. Otherwise, they might not even have the chance to photograph him later.

As a child who had grown up in the Han Tribe, Qu Bing was naturally very familiar with the Rat Shaman. He immediately ran to the Imperial Observatory Official's office and brought the old man over. The old man had not yet figured out what was going on, and Qu Bing did not know how to explain it to him. He only said that the Chieftain wanted to take his picture. But when the new term reached the Rat Shaman's ears, he automatically understood it as having his portrait painted.

But when he followed Qu Bing downstairs, he discovered that Luo Chong had not brought anything like a drawing board, paper, or brushes. Besides, even if they were going to paint his portrait, shouldn't they do it indoors?

With a head full of question marks, the Rat Shaman was pulled directly by Luo Chong to stand in front of the sundial. He asked in confusion,

"Chieftain, are we painting here?"

"Not painting—taking a photograph. It's much clearer than a painting." Luo Chong explained briefly as he hurriedly inserted another negative into the camera.

"Oh, then how should I cooperate? Could you find me a stool? I'm old, and I can't stand for that long." The Rat Shaman leaned on his cane as he spoke.

"No need, no need. Elder, just stand in front of this sundial.