A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

As soon as Duan Rong returned to the dormitory, he lay down on the bed. The afternoon sun shone through the carved window covered with a thin cloth and onto Duan Rong's face. Duan Rong casually took a small stack of rice paper, covered his face, and fell asleep.

In his dream, Duan Rong saw a thin back, tall and slender young man with tied hair, working hard in a dilapidated courtyard, practicing his painting skills.

He kept copying and tracing, and as the years went by, his broken brush heads piled up in a small basket...

Two hours later, Duan Rong woke up suddenly.

He recalled the experience of the thin scholar in his dream and was quite emotional.

Although the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts, the spirit of climbing is consistent.

In that dream, Duan Rong clearly felt a ruthless determination to climb up and not accept his fate. Although the scholar did not become a great man, at least he relied on his own hands to make his family worry-free...

"Life is not easy..."

Duan Rong suddenly felt hungry. He left the dormitory to look at the sky. It was estimated that it was around the time of the dog days, which was past the time for the canteen to serve food.

Duan Rong had no choice but to leave the escort agency and order a bowl of wontons and two sesame cakes on the street, which he ate voraciously.

After Duan Rong finished eating and drinking, he felt warm in his stomach. He paid the money and went directly back to the dormitory of the escort agency.

He lit the oil lamp, mixed the dye, laid out the rice paper, and began to work.

Duan Rong's painting lasted another night. Only when the sky was slightly bright did he finally look at the two paintings in front of him and laughed.

It was still two full-length portraits of Xiao Zongting and Xiao Baiyue, but these two paintings were obviously improved compared to the previous two.

Not only is the artistic conception far-reaching, but the characters are more vivid, as if they have souls.

Duan Rong's brushwork combines the primary level of Danqing Miaobi and the primary level of Yunbi Rushen, plus his modern PS aesthetic concept, it can be said that he has completely broken through the technical barrier.

"After breaking through the technical barrier, the next is the problem of application scenarios..." Duan Rong's fingers rubbed subconsciously. In fact, he already had the answer to this question.

However, he was still a little hesitant.

Although the most convenient way to get high profits is to make money from rich people, after all, there are many troubles in front of the brothel!

Duan Rong's eyes condensed, and he seemed to have made up his mind. "High risk, high return!"

Duan Rong put away the rice paper in front of him, and took another piece of white paper over. Holding the brush, his wrist was suspended in the air and ran on the rice paper. For about half an incense stick of time, Duan Rong looked at the simple lines on the rice paper, smiled slightly, put down the pen, rolled up the rice paper, and walked out of the dormitory.

Duan Rong had breakfast on the street first, and then went straight to a carpenter's shop at the corner of the street.

As soon as Duan Rong arrived at the door of the shop, he saw an old man with a clear face sitting in front of the door drinking tea.

This carpenter's shop, called Li Ji, was opened by a father and son surnamed Li.

The son, Xiao Li, was about thirty years old, tall and strong.

The father, Lao Li, was over fifty years old, with gray hair. Because of years of work, his back was a little hunched, but he was in good spirits.

The man drinking tea in front of the door was Lao Li.

Duan Rong walked over quickly and said, "Boss, come and take a look, can this thing be made?"

Duan Rong handed a rolled rice paper to Lao Li.

Lao Li was stunned. He didn't expect that there would be business coming to the door so early in the morning. He took the roll of paper and smiled, "Guest, please sit down and have a cup of tea first."

Duan Rong sat on a rattan chair unceremoniously, but he didn't drink tea, but stared at Lao Li with his eyes.

Old Li slowly unfolded the rice paper, and saw a structure diagram of an object drawn on the white paper in a clear and simple manner.

But Old Li, who had been a carpenter all his life, had never seen this thing before.

"Sir, what is this thing? The structure is not complicated. But I am sorry that I have never seen this thing before." A strange look flashed in Old Li's turbid eyes.

"Boss, this thing is called a sketching frame. Just follow the instructions." Duan Rong replied with a chuckle.

Old Li glanced at Duan Rong. The young man had a square face and bright eyes, and his complexion was dark. He looked young, but his expression was calm and he answered freely, unlike those dull and honest children in ordinary families.

"Okay... okay..." Old Li nodded and agreed. "It's just... it takes a while to get started with this new thing... I'm afraid it will take some time..."

"That's okay, I'll come over at 3 p.m. this afternoon, can I finish it?"

"3 p.m., I can definitely finish it."

Seeing that Lao Li agreed readily, Duan Rong smiled and said, "It's settled then, I'll come over at 3 p.m."

"But... customer, the shop needs a deposit when ordering things... you see..." Lao Li looked at Duan Rong and said sincerely.

"How much is the deposit?"

"For things of this size and complexity, if they are old things, it's only two cents of silver, but for new things, one cent will be added, a total of three cents of silver. One cent for the deposit, and another two cents when the goods are delivered."

Duan Rong paid the deposit, told Lao Li a few words, and left.

The content of the first sentence is in the book bar!

Duan Rong left the carpenter's shop and returned to Yuanshun Escort Agency, where he practiced the pile exercise for an hour and a half in the martial arts field.

Duan Rong dispersed his energy, his eyes were a little languid, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and could clearly feel the exhaustion in his body.

Unlike when he was practicing the first level of internal energy before, every time he dispersed his energy, he felt refreshed. Although his body was tired, he could feel an inner vitality gushing out.

Duan Rong took a rest, had lunch, and read some miscellaneous books in the dormitory. At 3 p.m., he left the escort agency and went to Li's Carpenter Shop.

When Duan Rong arrived at the shop, the sketching stand had been made. Duan Rong tried it and found it was first-class workmanship and made of the best wood.

It was easy to carry with one stack.

This sketching stand was actually just a folding tripod with a drawing board, which was not very complicated to make.

Duan Rong paid the balance and spent more than ten coins to buy a folding stool. He stacked the easel and the stool together, clipped it with one hand, and walked back to the escort agency.

Huayinglou is the largest brothel in Xiangu County.

The two-story wooden tower has flying eaves and corners, carved beams and painted buildings. At night, it is brightly lit and full of music and singing.

This is a place of ecstasy and a den of money. There are many young men who spend money lavishly and old perverts.

The owner of the Huayinglou is a prostitute named Hu Huanhuan. She was a famous prostitute in the prefecture.

But that was more than 20 years ago.

Hu Huanhuan is now old and not as beautiful as she was in her prime.

But it is said that she was a courtesan in Yuanyang Prefecture for ten years, and she was the most popular at that time.

Later, when she was old and her beauty faded, she returned to her hometown where she had wandered in her youth and opened this Huayinglou.

Hu Huanhuan is good at seduction. In the past few years, she has cultivated four Huayings: Lianying, Meiying, Juying, and Lanying.

Countless romantic boys and sex-hungry ghosts have been conquered by the four Huayings and are willing to be their servants.

The reputation of Huayinglou has spread far and wide to nearby prefectures and counties.

I don't know how many luxurious families have wandered here; how many playboys have been ruined...