My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

East City, Qingshan County, Ink Studio.

Ink Studio specializes in pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and also sells printed books.

Chen Mu was sitting on the east side of the entrance of the ink studio.

There is a table in front of him, complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

There was also a piece of white paper hanging in front of the table, on which two people were drawn, one was himself, writing with a pen, and the other was a passer-by with only his back.

Next to the portrait is written eight elegant characters, "write letters, draw portraits".

This is the place where the predecessor wrote the portrait.

The tables, chairs and benches are all from the Ink Studio, including his location, and the rent is two copper plates a day.

Chen Mu sat behind the desk, boredly waiting for the business to come.

The productivity of this era is not high, and the standard of living and education is not good.

The poor people at most let people carry messages, and rarely write letters.

After sitting for a day, he only wrote three letters.

Writing a letter is different from selling words with calligraphy. It is impossible to sell money by words. Within a piece of letter paper, there are always three copper plates.

"Three letters are nine coins."

"Give two to Ink Studio, leave four for rent reserves, and only three. It is barely enough for a day's meals, but it's still the kind that I can't get enough to eat."

"Ugh……"

...

In the evening four days later, Chen Mu came to the vicinity of Anlefang in the north of the East City.

This is a street in Goulan, where a large number of brothels and Chu halls gather.

The sky was getting dark, and it became more and more lively here.

Chen Mu stood in the shadow of the street corner, staring at an old man on the street.

The old man was wearing a long gown and had a table in front of him, and he was concentrating on splashing ink.

He has been observing for two days, the old man is a painter, and here he makes portraits for a living.

The protagonists of the portraits are mostly singers in the hook bars along the street.

The exact amount of income is not clear, but seeing that the other party is clean and bright, and he must go out to eat every day, it is not too far behind.

Walking out of the street corner, slowly approaching the old man's desk, looking at the other party's painting for a moment, Chen Mu pretended to nod.

The old man looked up at Chen Mu for a moment, then smiled: "Why, you also want to sell paintings?"

Chen Mu was startled, the old man could see what he was thinking.

Seemingly aware of Chen Mu's doubts, the old man straightened up and smiled indifferently: "You've been watching me for two days, and you haven't made up your mind yet?"

Chen Mu was stunned, but he felt that he was hiding well, but he didn't expect to be noticed earlier.

"Selling paintings is a dead end! Young man, listen to my advice, go back and study hard." The old man's face was inscrutable.

"The water in this line is very deep, you can't hold it." The old man sneered lightly.

Chen Mu's face was inexplicable, how deep the water could be to sell a painting.

"I won't stop you, just ask for more blessings." The old man smiled, lowered his head and continued to paint and ignored it.

...

Ping'an Square

Chen Mu didn't care about eating, so he plunged into the study on the east side, and took a self-portrait for himself in the reflection of the water basin.

After painting, look in the mirror to compare, this painting, except for self-painting, there is no resemblance at all!

A grey wall appeared before him.

Writing: 1035/10000/second order;

Drawing: 3061/10000/first order;

Chen Mu thought about the painting of the old man on Goulan Street...

"Well, at least there is a lot of room for improvement."

Putting away the paintings, Chen Mu left the study.

After pouring all the money on the square table, Chen Mu counted it again.

There are two paths before him.

One is to live according to the original owner's trajectory, slowly accumulate wealth, and look for possible opportunities for change.

The other is to give it a try, take out all the money to practice painting in seclusion, and after you have achieved the level, go to Goulan Yijie Street to paint the singers, earn more money, eat your fill first, and then try more possibilities.

Whether it is the former original owner or the previous life, he will choose the first one. Because that looks more secure and stable.

Don't dare to step out of your comfort zone, don't dare to face unknown pressure, don't dare to show the courage to sacrifice your life.

This is the general state of all beings.

Facts have proved that even choosing a seemingly safe choice does not necessarily bring stability.

Any accident in life can defeat this seemingly stable but fragile peaceful life.

"I've already worn it, what else is there to take care of?" Chen Mu smiled, "Besides, I still have gray wall proficiency."

He went out with the money and bought white wheat to fill the rice jar.

They also planed carefully and bought enough oil, salt and firewood for two months.

Carefully organize the vegetable field on the east side of my small courtyard, plan the amount of food that can be eaten every day, and try to last until two months later.

After preparing everything, there were only three copper plates left on his body.

However, Chen Mu felt a sense of physical and mental relaxation.

When everything was ready, Chen Mu closed the door and began to practice painting.

...

The painting technique of this era is similar to the freehand brushwork of splashing ink in ancient times, focusing on meaning rather than shape.

The predecessor's father was an old scholar who taught and taught children for a living.

The previous painting skills were taught by my father.

Chen Mu does not intend to develop according to the previous technique.

He has seen the paintings of the old man Goulan, and the paintings of the other party are very expressive. Even with the help of proficiency, Chen Mu is not sure to surpass it within a period of time.

He intends to find another way.

In the previous life, in the era of information explosion, I have seen many paintings of various kinds.

Compared with freehand painting, Chen Mu intends to create a three-dimensional painting of fine brushwork, and highlight one word - like! It's like a camera!

Holding a branch with a sharpened tip, Chen Mu came to the vegetable field in the small courtyard.

There is a flat land about one meter in diameter, with a layer of fine soil evenly spread on it.

Writing in water is fine, but painting is not suitable. He plans to practice on fine soil, which can be used repeatedly.

Facing the reflection of the water basin, Chen Mu used sharpened branches to outline each stroke.

It took half an hour to draw a self-portrait.

Chen Mu couldn't wait to call out the gray wall.

Writing: 1035/10000/second order;

Drawing: 3073/10000/first order;

"A portrait will increase your proficiency by twelve points. Fortunately..." Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

Drawing takes more time than writing. Fortunately, the experience has improved a lot.

After leveling the ground and sieving soil to cover it, Chen Mu continued to paint.

This time, I only got nine proficiencies.

While sorting out the fine soil, Chen Mu thought and summed up what he had gained between the two paintings. After writing again, he consciously made improvements.

The proficiency really improved greatly, and I got thirteen points.

"It seems to be more devoted!"

After each practice drawing, Chen Mu would take a short rest, sum up what he had gained, and even use pen and paper to record.

Time passed slowly as he practiced, improved, and practiced.

Chen Mu's drawing ability has also improved little by little.

...

A month and a half later, in the study.

Chen Mu's hair was loose and his beard was messy. With a brush in his hand, he sketched lightly on the white paper.

A white-clothed fluttering, ethereal beauty was born under the pen.

This beauty has long dark hair, a three-dimensional figure, smart eyes, and even has a feeling of being alive.

Chen Mu put his pen away and looked at it, thought about it, and wrote a seven-character poem next to him.

"The sky is full of frost on the ten-mile Pinghu Lake, and every inch of blue silk is sad for the Chinese New Year."

"Looking at each other in the shape of a moon, I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."

Writing: 1035/10000/second order;

Drawing: 72/10000/second order;

"It's done!"