Chapter 23 Setting up a stall
Jun Shuwan also came back. She made two folding fans this morning. She brought them back and prepared to ask her mother whether the fans were up to standard.
Must be qualified.
It's a rare opportunity to make money at home. My neighbor started polishing wood chips early today.
The craftsmanship of making a fan is simple, and even if you have never made one before, you can still make it by trial and error.
"That's great," Jun Qiulan said. "Later, Dad and I will draw some simple designs on it, like plum blossoms or peach blossoms. We can write the inscription on the spot, depending on what the customer wants."
He was going to sell the fan for thirty yuan.
Let’s test the waters first.
There is still more than one hundred taels of silver in the family, which will not be short of the cost of making fans in the short term. My father can also earn some copper coins every day by writing letters for people.
When the supervision from above is relaxed in the future, things will be much easier for them.
After lunch, Jun Qiulan hurried back to the modern era. Now that he had a house, he no longer had to worry every time he traveled through time.
Zhang Li just sent him the location of the crew and asked him to go there by himself.
Jun Qiulan sighed again, the technology in this world is extraordinary, such a detailed map can be used by everyone.
After fiddling with it for a while, he finally found the location of the crew based on the cursor, and the tension was just building.
In the afternoon, there was a scene where we rolled around in the mud. When we came out of the mud, we looked like terracotta warriors.
Fortunately, the crew still arranged a shower area, so I took a refreshing bath.
This time he learned his lesson and used a hair dryer.
This is another good thing. Everyone there has long hair, and after taking a shower, it takes half an hour just to dry their hair.
For dinner, Zhang Li simply ate the lunch boxes provided by the crew. He then took on another group role for the evening and left after dinner.
Jun Qiulan didn't get the chance to sign up, but now he has rented a house and has more money. In addition to the vegetable seeds his mother wanted, he also plans to buy some other supplies for the family.
He couldn't find a place that specialized in selling seeds, so he looked up some information and found that some vegetables could be used as seeds.
He simply went to the supermarket to buy some, and also bought some discounted braised meat. Braised dishes are generally cold dishes, and they won’t smell too bad when taken home.
Before he could even eat the braised dish, Jun Yu brought back a piece of news.
"Guess who I met today." Jun Yu said mysteriously, "When you were a child, he taught you for a year."
Jun Qiulan was stunned for a moment, "Is it Mr. Su?"
Jun Yu nodded. "When Lord Su was demoted, the hearts of the poor students were chilled. They all knew that he was also exiled to the border town. After so many years, there has been no news of Lord Su in the capital. Some people even said that Lord Su died in the border town."
Lord Su, Su Changxun, was a poor boy from a poor family. He fought his way through the imperial examinations, achieving the top six spots. He was only seventeen years old when he was chosen as the number one scholar.
Not only was he a good student, he was also very good at being an official. He had overcome many difficulties and at the age of 28, his achievements were overwhelming. Coincidentally, the old prime minister had retired due to illness, so the emperor wanted to make an exception and promote him directly to the position of prime minister.
Then he was impeached by the censors.
Su Changxun was not a person who would back down, so he directly suggested changing the left and right prime minister system to a cabinet system. There was another bloody storm in the court, but the result was not satisfactory.
He had been an official for eleven years and had offended many people. No matter how smart he was, it was difficult for him to withstand the constant battles in the court, and in the end he made wedding dresses for others.
Changes in history seem to mean bloodshed and sacrifice, but in that change, it seemed that the only one sacrificed was Su Changxun.
It's so sad.
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Jun Qiulan sighed, "After some time, let's go visit Mr. Su with my father."
I have been here for so long, but I haven't heard from Mr. Su. I don't know how he has been doing over the years.
"It's my duty." Jun Yu had some literary interactions with Su Changxun in the past.
The next day, the village carpenter made the folding table that Jun Qiulan wanted. He found the design on the Internet. Just buying this folding table and a small stool would cost more than 100 yuan.
It is more cost-effective for them now to have two sets made by a carpenter here.
Of course, what was said to the outside world was what Jun Yu wanted. As for having two sets, no one cared about this issue.
After a few more days, more than thirty finished fans had been accumulated.
Jun Qiulan felt that it was time to set up the stall.
In the past few days, Jun Qiulan only found work as an extra in modern times for two days. He went back to the village to sleep at 11 o'clock every night and returned to the rental house at 6 o'clock the next morning. He still couldn't find a job every day.
The main reason is that most people are now competing for work in the group, and Jun Qiulan is still at the stage of handwriting input, which is much slower than others.
The income of extras is not stable.
Fortunately, life at home is not so tight now.
Just waiting to make more money to improve.
The backpack made by Jun Shuwan has the feel of a modern crossbody bag, but with a touch of ancient charm, and it fits Jun Qiulan very well when he carries it on his back.
"Your bag is so cool." Liu Yue had just met him and she had already taken a fancy to the backpack he was wearing. "Where did you buy it?"
"It was made by my family." Jun Qiulan thought that Liu Yue also helped him a lot, maybe he could ask his younger sister to make a backpack as a thank you gift.
It’s a good opportunity to find something for my younger sister to do. Last time, she was hurt by a girl in the village and she hasn’t been going out much recently.
Liu Yue said nonchalantly, "If you ask me, you can sell this bag. I'm sure you can get a good price for it."
Jun Qiulan had some ideas, but he still had to ask his younger sister for her opinion. At least he should set up the folding fan stall first.
The two of them found the stall together. Recently, the night market planning has become more and more formal.
"I heard they're going to start charging booth fees and cleaning fees soon." Liu Yue: "I hope it's not too expensive. If that doesn't work out, we can rent the same booth."
Jun Qiulan of course agreed that it was a good idea to save money. As for the issue of paying stall fees, it was understandable. It seemed that there were more and more vendors setting up stalls in the night market, and it was becoming more and more chaotic.
Liu Yue had a lot of things, so the stall had to be more exquisite. After she finished, she turned around and saw Jun Qiulan also set up his stall.
"Is this how you do business?" There were a few folding fans with simple patterns on them placed in front of him.
"Please give me some advice, Miss Liu Yue." Jun Qiulan learned with an open mind.
Liu Yue: "Why don't you draw a finished product first? At least let people see the effect."
Jun Qiulan thought for a moment and picked up a peach blossom folding fan and read Peach Blossom Spring.
Ever since he learned about the poetry of this world that day, Jun Qiulan would always read more of the history and poetry of this world while waiting for group messages here every day. He was amazed by the magnificent history of this world and was also impressed by the literati and poets who left their names in history.
Wasn't he also a traveler who had strayed into the Peach Blossom Spring?
Liu Yue was stunned watching beside them. She was not interested in calligraphy, but she had the most basic appreciation ability.
The most important thing is that Jun Qiulan's posture when writing is much more handsome than those actors in ancient costumes in TV dramas. There are already tourists taking pictures nearby.
"You told me you had this ability earlier." Liu Yue sighed, "How long have you been practicing? Where did you learn it?"
He still used the reason that brushes are often used in Taoist temples, and then said: "I am an extra, and I often watch TV dramas and imitate them."
Liu Yuexin said, "Are you imitating? You are surpassing."
Looking at this Peach Blossom Spring folding fan, she liked it very much and asked, "How much is your fan?"
Jun Qiulan: "The price is set at 30 yuan for now."
Liu Yue didn't understand calligraphy either. Anyway, those scenic spots that sold folding fans and paintings had to give the authors a gimmick of being calligraphy masters, and the prices were not that high.
This price should be good for ordinary people.
"Then write one for me." Liu Yue joked, "You took care of my business last time, now it's my turn."
Without saying anything, he gave the money and the first business deal was done.
"What do you want to write?"
"It's all fine. I don't have the literary talent." Liu Yue said carelessly, "I'll take the ink painting one."
Jun Qiulan unfolded the fan. He had to say that Liu Yue had good taste. This ink painting on the fan was painted by his father.
His father is much better than him.
Since it was an ink painting, Jun Qiulan also found a poem that suited the occasion.
Liu Yue was very satisfied, "It's just missing a seal."
Jun Qiulan was stunned. He hadn't expected this. "I'll make one for you in a few days."
Liu Yue couldn't stop laughing.
Before the ink had dried, the Hanfu-clad couple who had taken the photos came over and said, "Give us two fans too, but we want to shoot a vlog, is that okay?"
Jun Qiulan didn't understand, so Liu Yue explained it.
"Of course you can."
To him, it makes no difference whether he is photographed as an extra or by tourists.
The young couple chose a bunch of green bamboo and a bunch of peonies.
There was no mention of poetry, but some so-called Internet terms were mentioned.
Jun Qiulan was quite curious, but felt it was a bit weird.
This world is just a huge makeshift team.
Look for reasons less in yourself and ask others more why.
It's good, I feel like I'm in a beautiful mental state.
The young couple happily paid the bill.
The people behind him quickly gathered around and said, "Why does your fan look different from the ones on the market? There's no carvings on the ribs."
"It's handmade by my family. There are no carvings on it yet."
The carving is still in the experimental stage, and there is no qualified finished product yet. I need to practice more.
Regardless of whether it is handmade or not, just looking at the words on the fan and the handsome guy, they are willing to spend the thirty yuan.
Jun Qiulan's business has never stopped, and even the young ladies waiting in line visited Liu Yue's stall.
However, Jun Qiulan always felt that a pair of eyes were always lingering on him. There were too many people in the night market, and he looked back several times but couldn't find the source of the gaze.
The fan business was going much more smoothly than he had imagined, and he had no time to take care of anything else.
Until he looked up again and saw a little Taoist priest, followed by the handsome man he bumped into in the park toilet last time.
How did they get together?
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