Duofu still feels a little sore in his buttocks and a little ashamed when he thinks about it now.
Since then, he has never dared to look at colored drawing books so openly again.
It's all done secretly, like doing something like a thief, but it's also incredibly exciting and provides a fantastic experience.
To this day, Duofu still doesn't understand that it was Su Peishun who complained and asked his pet owner to come back and discipline him.
Or perhaps his pet owner was already back home because of something.
Duofu finally finished applying the last color. He was very satisfied with the overall design of the garment, and the colors he used were his favorite yellows and bright reds and purples.
Anyway, the whole outfit looks very expensive, so you can't tell that it has the potential to make someone look like a nouveau riche. I wonder if it will look like one when it's actually made and worn.
Duofu actually quite likes the term "nouveau riche," and he wants to be one. But it's not good; besides his lack of education, all he has is money.
What's wrong with being a nouveau riche?
Duofu repeatedly warned Su Peisheng that he absolutely must not tell his pet owner about this, otherwise he would definitely ask his pet owner to beat him.
Duofu has been busy for a while, and now he has nothing to do.
He was counting down the days until his pet owner's birthday arrived, and sometimes the days he looked forward to always seemed to pass very slowly.
Duofu had no choice but to pick up his sketchbook again and start looking at it. He was already tired of looking at these few types of sketches.
Those scholars and literati of ancient times lacked creative ability.
I don't know if it's because the funds weren't enough, what could be the problem?
The market for sketchbooks isn't very active, so Duofu plans to ask Su Peisheng to add fuel to the fire. He has plenty of money, as long as Su can produce something that satisfies him.
He not only made him rich, but also gave him an official position.
He can give money if you get rich, but as for getting an official position, that's up to his pet owner.
Even if all else fails, it would be good to become a staff member in Prince Yong's mansion. It would be even better if I could write stories for him every day.
Duofu felt that his mind was getting smarter and smarter lately.
Yes!!!
Why would he bother searching high and low, like looking for a needle in a haystack, only to find a novel that suits his taste?
He can make them to order; he can state his requirements and let them create.
Furthermore, we can't write in too much classical Chinese for him, as it would be inconvenient for him to read.
Oh dear, even though I taught him how to punctuate, he still doesn't like that format.
Duofu felt like he was living in a paradise and didn't know how to follow the rules.
My pet owner is a prince, so raising a few scholars shouldn't be a problem for him.
Duofu planned to ask Su Peisheng for his opinion first, to see what the chances of success were.
If he's tall, he'll pester his pet owner. His pet owner likes him so much, surely he'd at least support a few novelists for him.
If you're worried about the reputation, you can secretly raise him on the estate, and then bring him to the palace when he becomes emperor.
Duofu had already thought it through; he would write down his requirements and have Su Peisheng pass them on.
Who wrote it that best suited his taste?
He called them "poop scoopers" and rewarded them.
That way he wouldn't have to spend any money, saving him money and allowing him to read the novels he liked.
Duofu suddenly remembered that novels were very popular during the Ming and Qing dynasties.
Why does it seem like he's never read short stories?
They mostly looked at sketchbooks and such; a thin book like that was simply not enough to read.
Duofu wanted to call Su Peisheng back immediately and ask him what was going on.
Could it be that his pet owner won't let him see it?
That's probably impossible.
His pet owner even lets him look at such explicit brochures, so what's wrong with letting people read a few novels?
Duofu felt full of energy and couldn't wait for his pet owner to get off work early so he could fulfill his wish.
Duofu hasn't found anyone yet, but he's already figured out what kind of picture books he wants to see.
We'll find 10 scholars with good writing skills to write for him, and we must ensure a certain output, writing one book for him every day.
As for the genre, it's best if each scholar excels in one. He values diversity and a vibrant exchange of ideas; as long as it's well-written, he'll enjoy reading it.
As for novelists, we need to find him at least 10. We don't require him to publish one book a day or one book a month, but we must guarantee the quality.
Everything is the same, except for ghosts; he can accept anything else.
He was somewhat afraid of the dark, especially after being reborn as a dog. He felt even more that there was something dirty in the world. Before, when he lived in the Forbidden City, he always felt that there was something dirty everywhere.
Countless emperors have lived in the palace, and countless concubines, eunuchs, and palace maids have died there.
If there were a Ghost Palace, it would definitely be the place where ghosts appear the most.
Now that he's out living in the mansion, he feels more at ease. He doesn't know if anyone is dead or not, but even if someone is, there certainly aren't as many dead as in the palace.
Duofu's idea was too good to be true; he didn't even consider what would happen if his owner didn't agree.
Duofu touched his clever head, his eyes sparkling. How come he was so smart today?
He has never missed his pet owner as much as he has today. Why isn't he home for dinner yet?
Duofu decided to stop his pet owner from feeding him for a while. Instead, he would take the initiative to serve his pet owner some food and feed him a few more bites.
In that case, his pet owner would definitely feel awkward refusing him if he made a request later.
If he still doesn't agree, he'll try to seduce her; he doesn't believe his pet owner can resist.
Duofu looked up outside; it wasn't dark yet.
We need to hurry up and write down the requirements.
Duofu climbed up from the cushion, went to the desk, grabbed the calligraphy brush that the Fourth Prince often used, and began to write on the snow-white paper next to him.
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