Chapter 24 Yan Jing
He is a young Taoist priest in Qingfeng Temple. According to seniority, he is Jun Qiulan's nephew.
As for the man next to him, I only met him once. This time he was dressed more casually, wearing a mask, and there was no wrinkle on his nose. But his sharp eyes were really impressive.
"Little Master, it really is you." The young Taoist priest was very happy: "Master was still talking about you today."
Jun Qiulan also greeted him with a smile, "I'll go back to see Master after I'm done with these few days."
While the little Taoist priest was still chattering, Yan Jing was already choosing a fan.
"The painting on this fan doesn't seem to be the work of the same person?"
Jun Qiulan was slightly stunned, "It's indeed not."
He didn't explain much.
Just then, two more customers came over. "This is it, this is it. A young lady just showed us the way. Do you have any fans? We want three."
Besides the sample fan from Peach Blossom Spring, "there are exactly three more."
But there is one in Yan Jing's hand.
Ding, 90 yuan has been credited to your account.
"I'm sorry, they paid first, please understand." Jun Qiulan also stared at him. Business is based on first come first served, and they paid first.
Yan Jing returned the fan.
Jun Qiulan nodded slightly and went back to work. "What kind of words do you want to mention? Poems or anything you want to write, it's all fine."
"Hey, this." The young man handed over the phone directly: "All three have the same words, but the names are different."
It is a blessing.
Wish xxx...
Liu Yue said from the side: "Are you bringing back some souvenirs for your friends?"
The young man smiled and nodded. "This place doesn't have any special local products right now. I just ran into a blogger and saw the fan he was holding was pretty, so I came over."
"Okay, you can fold it back once the ink dries."
The young man said: "Your fan is too sloppy. There is no pendant and the ribs are not carved. Only the painting is beautiful and your calligraphy is also beautiful."
Jun Qiulan said modestly, "Thank you very much. The variety of fan designs will continue to increase."
Once sold, we can call it a day.
There was still one sample fan left, and Jun Qiulan folded it.
"Wait a minute, sell this fan to me." Yan Jing paid directly.
Still cash, a red note.
"Um, I don't plan on selling this fan."
"I can pay you a little more money, and you can paint another one for this fan when you go back."
The nephew chimed in, "This is Yan Jing, Mr. Yan. The cableway going up and down the mountain is being built. It will only take us ten minutes to go up and down the mountain. It was all funded by Mr. Yan personally."
In this case, Jun Qiulan could no longer be stingy and accepted Yan Jing's cash.
Oh, no change.
Electronic payment in this world is so convenient. I have some money left over, so I left it at home.
"Payment code, I'll give you the change."
Yan Jing didn't say anything, but opened his phone. Jun Qiulan scanned it and saw it was a friend's QR code.
He looked up in confusion. "Can't we just transfer money directly? We don't even need to add friends."
"I'm a director." Yan Jing said, "The last time I ran into you, it seemed like you were performing as an extra?"
Jun Qiulan nodded, added him as a friend, and transferred the money.
The nephew also took out his phone and added his uncle as a friend, "Hey, I just got this number today."
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing and sent his phone number. "When you go back, ask Master Qingheng to call me."
"Okay, Uncle Master, we'll be leaving first."
Jun Qiulan: "Okay, take care."
After the two of them walked away, Liu Yue screamed in a suppressed voice.
"Just now, the little Taoist priest said that the handsome guy's name was Yan Jing. Did I hear correctly? He also said he was a director?"
She felt a little dazed.
Jun Qiulan was confused, "Yeah, what's the problem?"
He thought that he wanted to be an extra, and this man was the director, so who knows when he would be able to assign him a job.
Liu Yue took a deep breath. "You're an extra, don't you care about the news in the film and television industry? Director Yan has directed three films, each of which has won numerous awards. And because of his striking looks, countless netizens are calling for him to change his career and make his debut. Don't you know this?"
Jun Qiulan really didn't know, and was even a little confused.
Liu Yue added, "Many celebrities in the entertainment industry try to create a sleazy persona, but Director Yan was born with that temperament."
A gentleman scum?
Jun Qiulan recalled the time when she ran into Yan Jing at the toilet door. Her first impression of Yan Jing was that he was handsome, so handsome that she couldn't find a suitable adjective.
I heard the term "gentlemanly villain" today, and it seems to be very appropriate.
Liu Yue continued to chatter, "And I heard that Yan Jing's family is also very well-connected."
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "That's their own business. I'm going to close the stall now. How about you?"
"I have to wait a while." It was still early. She usually didn't close her stall until 11 o'clock.
She added, "You should prepare more fans. They don't need to be handmade. I'll give you a wholesale website where you can buy them directly. The cost price shouldn't be high. Making them purely by hand like you would take up a lot of time."
Jun Qiulan didn't refuse, but she didn't say she had to take it either: "I've signed a small role, and I should be filming tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I don't have that much time to set up a stall. If you want to charge for this stall, please let me know when the time comes."
"Alright." Liu Yue waved her hand. "Go back first. I'll tell you when I have news."
After a while, Jun Qiulan came back with two cups of milk tea.
Liu Yue couldn't stop laughing. Last time he treated her to Coke, this time he finally decided to treat her to milk tea.
Jun Qiulan also laughed, "We were short of money before."
"It's okay. We're all here to make a living." Liu Yue's thinking was very simple. When someone invited her to drink milk tea, there was definitely no other intention.
As for herself, handsome guys are there for her to admire.
"Then I'll be leaving first. See you another day."
He bought an extra cup of milk tea and brought it back to the village.
I've never tried it and I've never tasted it, but I saw almost everyone at the night market had one. I made some money today, so I bought some to try.
The family shared a drink.
The summer evening breeze in the border town is still a little chilly, but each person drinks half a bowl of iced milk tea, which makes them feel warm.
"This milk tea is really delicious." Jun Shuwan said, "It's just a little too sweet."
She likes sweets very much, but she thinks this milk tea would taste better if it were a little less sweet.
Jun Qiulan thought the sweetness was just right. "Next time I'll ask the store to put less sugar."
We bought too little today, so the whole family didn’t enjoy the drink to their heart’s content.
Jun Shuwan added, "There are people raising sheep in the border town, and goat milk has a strong fishy smell. If we add tea leaves to it, I wonder if we can get rid of the smell. If we can, we can have another business in the future."
This milk tea is so delicious.
Song Xirong smiled. "But sugar is expensive here. If you want to make it this sweet, the cost will be high. You need a shop to sell milk tea, which will also cost a lot. How much will be the appropriate selling price then?"
This is a border town, not the capital.
As expected of a businessman, he almost hits the nail on the head.
Jun Shuwan was a little discouraged.
Jun Qiulan quickly said, "A lot of people have asked me about this backpack today. Wan'er, why don't you make a few? I'll take them over and help you sell them. With the money, you can think about it and see if there's anything you want. I'll bring it back for you."
There was light in Jun Shuwan's eyes again.
"Oh, Lan'er," Song Xirong said, "I wanted to take apart the mattress you brought back last time and wash it, but I found out it wasn't the kapok we thought it was."
Jun Qiulan was surprised. When Uncle Hua said it was a cotton mattress, he might have thought it was kapok. It was probably processed through some special technology to become what it is now.
I didn’t expect it wasn’t kapok.
"Mom, wait for me." Jun Qiulan hurried back to the rental house and checked on her mobile phone.
He had seen cotton in novels before, saying it could keep warm, but he thought it was similar to kapok.
This investigation took half an hour, and the more I investigated, the more excited I became.
"Mom and Dad, I think I have found the stepping stone to get into Madam Huo's place."
He handed over the phone. "This is cotton. We also have it in our time. It's called white flounder. It's considered an ornamental plant, but it's just as warm as fur. If we could give it to Madam Huo to grow, it might be a good choice."
Song Xirong was also happy. "If this white flounder can be planted and promoted, the lower-class people will have more things to keep warm, and fewer people will freeze to death in winter."
Every winter, countless people lose their lives in their sleep.
"And this, a loom. Mom, please take a look. I don't know much about this, but it's said to increase weaving efficiency by dozens of times."
Dozens of times?
Not to mention Song Xirong, even Jun Yu came over.
"I'll draw the blueprint first." Jun Yu waved his hand and asked his son to go and rest first. "You've worked hard all day too."
Jun Qiulan: "There's no rush. The oil lamp is dim. Dad, don't paint anymore. Let's paint tomorrow."
"Okay, no problem." Jun Yu said cheerfully, "I really want to experience the lights over there. I won't have to worry about not being able to see clearly at night."
Jun Qiulan pondered for a moment and said, "I'll look up some information tomorrow. It might be possible."
Now that I have more money, I can improve other aspects of my life appropriately besides food.
Thirty fans brought in 900 coins today. Excluding the 240 coins in labor wages and other costs, the total was less than 500 coins.
It's simply huge profits.
But Jun Qiulan did not plan to recruit more villagers to make fans. It would be better to make a fortune quietly.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that my dad’s letter-writing stall can’t sell that many fans.
It’s good now. He sets up the stall every few days and can do other things in the rest of the time.
"I still have to go over there and wait for news. Dad, Mom, and Wan'er should get some rest early."
After this, Jun Qiulan hurriedly signed up to be an extra in a film crew.
As a result, as soon as he reported it, the crew he had signed with notified him that he would join the crew to film the next day.
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Become a Food NPC in a Holographic Game
Copywriter:
Mu Qiuling, a food blogger, wore it.
At first, he thought he had traveled to ancient times and became the owner of a snack shop.
The food in the shop is very monotonous and the taste is very simple.
Mu Qiuling rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He was good at the eight major cuisines, snacks and desserts.
But it wasn't long before he discovered that things were not that simple.
The taverns, gambling houses, rouge shops around the food shop... no matter what industry the bosses and waiters are in, their behavior is very stereotyped.
Do the same things and say the same things at the same time every day.
The people coming and going also behaved very strangely. They either came to him to ask if there were any tasks, or discussed high-tech things in his shop that he didn't understand at all.
Ancient? High-tech?
Mu Qiuling observed secretly and finally confirmed that she had traveled into a holographic ancient style game in the interstellar era.
He is just an ordinary NPC.
It doesn’t matter, as long as I’m alive.
Until he picked up a person, wearing the most original white shirt and white pants in the game, standing stupidly on the street every day, and only walking over to him when he was cooking... drooling at him.
It doesn't look like an NPC, nor like a player, but more like a bug.
He is quite handsome and has a stutter, so he is asked to stand at the door and solicit customers.
Bug, a handsome guy and the strongest god of war in the galaxy, was seriously injured in the last battle and fell into a coma, leaving only a weak nerve to perceive the outside world.
Ordinary stimulation could no longer wake him up.
Someone suggested sending him into a holographic game, hoping he could get some excitement from the game.
The God of War said that it was indeed very exciting, and the NPC who picked him up seemed a little abnormal.
You're an NPC now, why are you taking a bath at night? And you're trying to give me a bath?
I declined.
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