Chapter 49 Cooperation
Jun Qiulan finally came here, and after the first customer took photos and videos with him and left, it didn't take long before the stall was crowded with people.
In the Internet age, information spreads at an extremely fast speed.
After a while, many people knew that Jun Qiulan was setting up a stall today.
Although Jun Qiulan does not have any representative works, in the eyes of ordinary people, she is still a star.
Even if you are not a fan, you can still come and join in the fun.
There were so many people that no one insisted that Jun Qiulan write an inscription on the spot. The things on the table were also very nice. I took a photo with the folding fan gentleman while holding up the fan, paid, and went to the next one.
Jun Qiulan was so busy that she didn't even have time to drink a sip of water. She felt like a tourist attraction.
The stall owners nearby were all envious. Why didn’t they have such a face?
Most people still think that Jun Qiulan relies on his looks to make a living.
Jun Qiulan doesn't mind. He's making money and he's not skirting the rules. He's good-looking and customers are willing to buy his products. It's a mutual agreement.
In less than two hours, all the fans that Jun Qiulan brought with him today were sold out.
Those who didn't buy any felt a little regretful and asked Jun Qiulan to bring more fans in the future.
Jun Qiulan was helpless because the productivity was not enough.
He stood up and bowed, "Thank you all for your kindness."
Who can not like Mr. Qianqian?
The flash almost blinded Jun Qiulan.
"We didn't buy fans, can we take a photo with you?" A young couple in Hanfu came to the front, being polite but with sparkling eyes.
Judging from their attire, Jun Qiulan knew they were probably tourists from out of town, so she couldn't refuse their enthusiasm. "Of course."
The fans were sold out and the photo taking took more than an hour.
Jun Qiulan also breathed a sigh of relief and even hid behind the stall.
He needs to rest for a while.
"Why don't you consider my proposal?" Liu Yue handed over a cup of milk tea. "You haven't even had time to drink a sip of water all night."
For Liu Yue, setting up a stall means job freedom and decent income.
What is sold at the stall can be adjusted in a timely manner according to the situation.
There are so many trinkets and gadgets on this street.
Because of Jun Qiulan's popularity, her business has been good recently.
But there are actually disadvantages.
There are few stalls with clearly marked prices. Basically, the prices are a little bit inflated, and then the customers are asked to bargain. After a few words, the deal is done when the price is right.
Everyone does this.
But it's different here, because many girls come just to check in and buy something from her, and basically no one bargains.
It makes her feel embarrassed sometimes.
When the customers come around and realize that these little gadgets are not worth the price, over time, some people might think that she is deliberately using Jun Qiulan's reputation to make money.
Fishing for these coins?
She didn't care, but it had a bad influence on Jun Qiulan.
Liu Yue was not the type to hide things, so he spoke his mind and analyzed the situation with Jun Qiulan.
Jun Qiulan smiled, "It's not that I don't want Sister Yue to sell it for me, it's mainly because the production efficiency of handmade fans is limited."
The problem of fans is actually easy to solve. He can simply recruit a few more skilled people in the village to increase production.
But the problem is that there are only two people who painted and wrote inscriptions on the fan.
My father has already made an agreement with the village teacher that once the house is built, he will become a teacher in the village school.
Not every household is willing to send their children to school, so there aren't too many students and it isn't too busy.
I can spare some time to write inscriptions and draw pictures on folding fans.
As for him, he has to come here to film during the day, so he can write inscriptions and draw pictures on fans at night.
The paintings and words on the fans are relatively simple. On average, it takes about five to ten minutes to paint and write on each folding fan.
If you calculate it carefully, it’s less than ten fans an hour.
Although it is simple, we must ensure quality and not damage our reputation.
This is probably his retreat in the modern world. If the acting industry cannot develop one day, selling folding fans can still support his family.
If you calculate the total number, you won’t be able to produce many finished products that can be sold directly every day.
According to Liu Yue, she gets a commission of a few dollars for each fan, but the quantity is limited every day, so overall, she doesn't make much money in a day.
There is another problem. Most of the customers who come to buy fans now want to take a photo with him. If he doesn't come all the time, over time, the customers will not be as enthusiastic as they are now.
He also analyzed his concerns to Liu Yue.
"It's okay. Just take whatever you have. I don't just sell fans. I sell other things too." Liu Yue didn't care.
We are just planning to streamline our products because we are selling too many different items now.
"If you don't set up a stall in the future, you won't have to pay the stall fee."
As for the customers' enthusiasm gradually fading because they can't see Jun Qiulan, then let Jun Qiulan take the time to come occasionally.
Look at the stores opened by celebrities. How many customers could have happened to meet the celebrities?
Moreover, the prices in those celebrity stores are generally slightly higher than normal prices. Jun Qiulan has been selling this fan for such a long time and the price has never increased.
The ones without carvings are 30 yuan a pair, and the ones with carvings are 50 yuan a pair.
This price is so affordable that if the fan sold by Jun Qiulan is put in the seafood market, people will still rush to buy it even if the price is ten times higher.
Regarding this issue, it is no longer a question of star effect, but that the other person's calligraphy and paintings are truly worth so much money.
Jun Qiulan thought it was a good idea, "Then I'll send you a batch every few days."
"become."
That’s settled.
Jun Qiulan rested for a while and gulped down the hot milk tea that Liu Yue bought.
He thought that in fact, Xiaomei and her shop could also add milk tea.
This is the sugar...
Song Ting had suggested before that they could actually buy the sugar in the store and then say that it was shipped from other places.
Jun Qiulan agreed at the time, but after thinking about it, he felt something was still not right.
The quality of this candy is so high that it will definitely attract envy if you take it out.
Although the current situation is not as difficult as it was before, it is still not appropriate to be too high-profile.
"Where's this milk tea from?" he asked before leaving.
Liu Yue pointed to a stall for him.
Jun Qiulan went to buy two more cups and brought them back to his parents.
Back home.
My parents haven't rested yet.
I was helping the shop with the accounts.
My younger sister has been busy recently. Even though the general's mansion gave her a vacation, she didn't come back. She occasionally sent someone to deliver a letter to Song Yan.
It has been open for a few days, but Jun Shuwan has no time to go and take a look.
The only people in the store were Song Yan and his sister-in-law Fang Yun from next door.
Neither of them was good at talking, so Song Xirong simply went over there and kept an eye on it for a few days to get the business started first.
When talking about the opening day, Song Xirong was very happy. Jun Yu and Jun Qiulan didn't go, so she learned it for them.
The egg tarts are made with solid ingredients and are sold at a high price, so their market in border towns is not very big.
However, when this egg tart is first made, the fragrance spreads from ten miles away.
No one has ever smelled such a sweet smell, and everyone is curious, what kind of snack is this?
Puff pastry egg custard cup.
I've never heard of the name.
Some people still came to ask about the price, but when they heard it, most of them waved their hands and left, saying that this was not something they could afford.
Fang Yun was worried. If this business failed, the family would lose another penny of income. She even suggested making some other snacks.
She can basically make all the common dim sum available on the market, and her dim sum is even more delicious than those sold outside.
It can be said that she is still confident in her craftsmanship.
I had thought about opening my own shop before, but my family couldn’t even afford the capital, and the only money I had left had to be saved for buying a house.
I dare not gamble with it.
What if people in the border areas can't get used to the southern flavors? Besides, there are several time-honored local restaurants.
She has a special skill in this business of making puff pastry egg custard cups. The recipe is not hers, but she can still get 30% of the profit.
She was worried that the business would not succeed. The border town was too poor. How many people would be willing to spend so much money to buy a snack?
Song Xirong told her not to panic.
Just hang up a sign saying that the limited quantity sold each day.
Limited to 100 pieces per day, while stocks last.
A puff pastry egg custard bowl sells for twenty cents.
Twenty cents can buy a pound of fatty pork.
But after the sign was put up, there were some people who didn't believe it and were attracted by the fragrance. They thought that since they dared to sell it at this price, the taste must be not bad, so they insisted on buying one to try it.
Judging from the first customer's attire, he must be from a family in the border town that can afford to have enough food and clothing.
When you take a bite, it’s crispy and soft at first, then sweet and tender that melts in your mouth. The mixture of puff pastry and egg custard makes the taste even richer.
The first thing that conquers the human taste buds is sweetness, and this puff pastry egg custard cup is not only sweet, but also has a layered taste and a milky flavor without any fishy smell.
A piece of snack is not even as big as a child's palm, and an adult can only eat two or three bites.
"How is it? How is it?" The people watching the fun couldn't help swallowing their saliva when they saw his expression of enjoyment.
The first customer who ate the puff pastry egg custard cup was still not satisfied, "Boss, give me two more, no, five, so I can take them back for my wife to try too."
Song Xirong collected the payment and packed the items quickly.
“Welcome to visit us next time.”
This person bought several at once, and naturally others were eager to try it as well.
Just one hundred puff pastry egg custard cups were sold out in less than half a day.
Twenty coins each, a hundred of them, making a profit of two taels of silver. After deducting the cost, the rough net profit should be around seven hundred coins.
Fang Yun only took 30%, and could get about 200 coins a day.
Ten days means two taels of silver, and after three months of business, the house can be almost built.
But they were so happy.
Song Xirong also did not forget that this store was originally for receiving goods, and would mention it when there were customers.
These days, occasionally someone would bring mountain products to Song Yan to trade, but not many. However, it would still be several months before Song Ting and his group came over next time, so there was no need to rush, and he could just save them slowly.
This store has good business, but it takes time to divide the profits every day.
After discussing it, they decided that it would be more appropriate to divide the money once a month, and simply handed the accounting matters over to Song Xirong.
When Song Xirong spoke of this, a smile was plastered on her face.
It sounds cheesy, but she actually likes counting money.
"Although the quantity is limited to 100, the average consumption level in Border Town is still not high enough. Now we are just trying them out. After a while, they will probably be sold out."
There is no need to set the price lower.
Jun Qiulan said, "After a while, the limit will be 80, then gradually reduced to 50, and then maintained at this number. During festivals or special circumstances, the number will be increased to 100."
The goal is to give customers a sense of urgency and not let them buy the product every day.
If customers ask about it, just say that the production process is too complicated, there are not enough people, or any other excuse is fine.
In modern terms, it is hunger marketing.
Song Xirong nodded, "My son is right."
She also jokingly said, "Before, everyone said that Lan'er inherited her husband's talent for studying. Now it seems that my son is also quite good at business. That means he inherited it from me."
The father and son couldn't help laughing.
Jun Yu even said shamelessly: "I have good taste in choosing a wife. All the children we gave birth to are beautiful and smart."
"Go away, go away. You are so old and yet you have no shame." Song Xirong was happy in her heart, but this was in front of her son.
Jun Qiulan was almost choking, could it be that the milk tea tonight was too sweet?
He quickly talked about his cooperation with Liu Yue in selling fans.
Liu Yue meant that a commission of a few dollars for each bet would be fine, but they still needed to discuss the specific amount.
And the quantity.
You can't just give people dozens of knives every time you deliver the goods. They make so little money that they might not even bother talking to you.
Jun Yu pondered for a moment, "Right now, the only people next door are Yuan Shu and Old Madam Zhao. They can occasionally help out with their two children, and the rest are the women in the village."
After making fans for such a long time, everyone has become more proficient and more efficient than when we first started.
If there were occasional flaws, they didn't even need to ask, Sister Yuan Shu would send it back and ask them to redo it.
At the end of the day, I can only inspect less than ten pieces in total. If I do more carvings, I may only inspect five or six pieces a day.
Jun Qiulan didn’t have much time to set up a stall before. He had to save for many days before he could barely sell enough for one day, but there was no rush at that time.
If Liu Yue were to sell it on my behalf, the quantity would seem a little small.
Jun Qiulan thought for a moment and said, "Now that we're on better terms with the villagers, we might be able to find a few more suitable workers. After all, we now have a reasonable explanation for where the fans went."
Song Xirong added: "Why not make carved fans? The price will be higher, we can make more money, and they can also make more money from the labor costs."
The carvings are not very complicated, basically just a few patterns, auspicious clouds, flowers, leaves...
Only two outer bones need to be carved; the small bones inside that support the fan do not need to be carved.
It is so good that even a child can carve it after practicing for a few days.
Jun Qiulan: "That's great too. Let's increase the price over there by two yuan, to 52 yuan. The people over there seem to like this number quite a bit. We'll give Sister Yue a commission of seven yuan a bunch, how about that?"
He also didn't quite understand why the girls would habitually transfer 52 yuan to him every time they sold a carved fan.
Maybe this number has some special meaning?
And the price increase of two yuan makes it more acceptable.
After deducting the commission, they can still earn 45 yuan for each trade.
"Sister Yue?" Song Xirong didn't care about the selling price, but was keenly aware of the title.
Jun Qiulan was both amused and helpless. "Miss Liu Yue is almost six years older than me. They don't call people 'Miss' or 'Miss' over there. They only call them 'Little Sister'. But my son thinks 'Little Sister' is a bit frivolous, so he calls her 'Sister Yue'."
After saying that, he looked at his mother again and said solemnly: "Mom, my son and Miss Liu Yue really are just ordinary friends. It's perfectly normal for men and women to be friends over there."
Song Xirong couldn't describe how she felt.
Why isn't my son smart at all?
Even if he has no connection with this Miss Liu, why doesn't he seem to have any connection with other girls?
She watched the TV series. Even if her son has high standards, the girls there are all very beautiful. Isn't there any one he likes?
Jun Yu tugged at his wife's sleeve and said, "Let's discuss how much goods we should deliver to Miss Liu each time."
Jun Qiulan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject: "They make 100 fans a week over there, what do you think? On average, that's only about a dozen a day. Drawing and inscribing on the fans is something that the two of us, father and son, can easily complete."
This way, there is no need to add too many workers.
Although their fans seemed to have a provenance to outsiders, it was impossible for them to collect too many. According to his requirements, he had to collect about 400 fans a month, and Song Ting and his team would have to make a round trip once every few months.
The convoy is so small, it's impossible for people to think that the entire convoy is pulling fans.
Jun Qiulan continued, "When the time comes, cousin Song Yan can put a few on display, just for show, and sell them if they can."
He considered simply increasing production, but that was obviously not rational.
Liu Yue makes 100 pieces a week and gets 7 yuan as commission, which means he earns 700 yuan a week.
It’s a little less, but it’s also an income.
Jun Yu and Song Xirong both thought it was okay.
"Then my son, go tell Miss Liu Yue, oh, by the way, don't let Song Song run around these few days, because Mr. Yan is coming back."
He might have to come back at any time to take the cat over. Yan Jing said he would come back, but the specific time was not set, but it would be in the next few days.
Songsong is almost running wild in the village. It’s because Jun Yu and Song Xirong always like to hold him in their arms, otherwise he might run away in the blink of an eye.
A little kitten, not much bigger than a palm, can chase the big yellow dog in the village everywhere. I don’t know where he gets the courage from.
Jun Yu was happy: "I see. I have also finished drawing this cat picture. He gave us a cat as a gift, so we will draw him a picture of hundreds of cats playing."
Jun Qiulan smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, Dad. I'll go over first. I have a scene with the crew tomorrow morning, so I'll stay there tonight."
"become."
After Jun Qiulan returned to the rental house, he could clearly feel the temperature difference between the two worlds.
The film and television city is located slightly to the south, while the border town is located slightly to the north, so it gets cold earlier. Although it hasn't snowed yet, frost has already formed at night.
The house hasn't been built yet, so he's thinking about buying a few thick quilts first.
Winter clothes need to be prepared.
The thermal underwear I bought last time is worn by my whole family and we all feel great.
Close fitting, breathable and warm.
There are plenty of warming equipment here.
Jun Qiulan didn't have much time now, so he just bought it online.
Now he has learned to identify the quality of goods online.
Some people bought products that looked the same as the pictures, but ended up not buying the same ones. But now it’s different. He has gained experience in online shopping and can tell which good reviews are fake and which are real.
I bought several quilts and put them on with covers. No one knew what was inside them.
When the time comes, two beds will be sent over to Wan'er and Song Yan. Now the house has not been built yet, so Song Yan can only live in the shop temporarily.
In addition to the quilt, I also bought some other things, all for keeping warm in winter.
It will arrive in about three days.
This world is really convenient and magical, Jun Qiulan has sighed this countless times.
Only after he finished buying the things did he send a message to Liu Yue.
Liu Yue had just closed his stall and went home, so he returned immediately.
All the fans were replaced with carved ones, and the price of each one was increased by two yuan, and she was given a commission of seven yuan.
She always felt that Jun Qiulan's pricing was a bit low.
When he first started setting up the stall, he didn't understand the market and sold things at a lower price, which is understandable. But later when business got better, he didn't raise the prices either.
Do you understand now?
But before I could figure it out, the price went up by two dollars?
What can you do with two dollars?
If Jun Qiulan knew that she was complaining, she might tell her that two yuan could buy a pound of rice, which could be cooked into porridge mixed with wild vegetables, enough to feed their family of four for two or three days.
That’s how I got through it.
Liu Yue replied to his message, and all she asked was whether the commission was a bit too high.
She had previously thought that for a fan worth 30 yuan, she would get a commission of 3 yuan, and for a fan worth 50 yuan, she would get a commission of 5 yuan, which would be about right.
She knew that the fan was handmade. Could she really make money by selling it so cheaply?
She didn't think about how much money she could make from this fan, she just wanted to streamline the products and improve the quality of other goods.
Jun Qiulan is heartwarming.
If it were a modern, purely handmade fan with calligraphy and painting on it, there would probably be no profit at this price.
But it's different here. The labor in the village is too cheap. Except for the paper, paint and ink needed for the fan, other materials are basically provided by nature.
He had set the price, and Liu Yue talked about the quantity.
It's indeed a little too little. I asked him if he could increase it a bit. Two hundred a week would be fine.
One hundred are not enough to sell in one day, so we have to limit the quantity to ten per day.
Jun Qiulan had no choice but to say that it was the highest. If there were more in the future, they could talk about it then.
Liu Yue could only say yes.
After agreeing on the time for the first delivery, Jun Qiulan went to rest.
The Golden Chamber crew.
Director Wang strives for perfection when filming. Sometimes, if everyone thinks a shot is good and he himself agrees, he may even shoot an extra shot as a backup.
Jun Qiulan has a strong ability to adapt.
Today, his role was to "accidentally" enter an inn in the wilderness. The owner and waiters were all beautiful women. If it weren't for the inn sign, one would have thought it was a place for fun.
Then he was molested by the female boss and her men.
The female boss is the role played by Du Ruo.
The carnivorous plant disguised as a small white flower originally came here to spread and inquire about information, but when faced with the girls' teasing, it still panicked, shy, and at a loss.
Jun Qiulan grasped this emotion exactly.
There is almost no trace of performance.
Little did they know that this was basically Jun Qiulan's true portrayal.
Where had he ever seen such a scene before?
When he was the prince, there were people who wanted to put girls in his room, but those girls also maintained the most basic etiquette. Even if he sent someone to throw them out, they would just cry a few times.
Where is it like now?
It was like following into the Pansi Cave.
Ji Hong was originally a guest appearance, and his role had already ended, but he did not leave and often stayed with Director Wang.
Some people say that Teacher Ji Hong may also want to switch careers and become a director.
Ji Hong didn't take the rumors seriously. He just had some other scenes to shoot here in a few days, so he didn't want to go back and forth and just stayed on the crew.
"Jun Qiulan's acting has improved incredibly quickly," he commented. "When he was on the last set, he made the most basic mistakes at first, but eventually he adapted to the role, and his temperament matched the character, so he was able to pass. Now, his performance has clearly improved."
Director Wang nodded slightly. "After all, he hasn't had any systematic training. He probably spent most of his time observing and learning on his own, then imitating. He's not particularly outstanding, but definitely passable. Today's performance was exceptionally brilliant. Perhaps it's because he's young and too timid."
Ji Hong also agreed, "To be honest, actors who haven't received systematic training are actually easier to train, and their acting won't be too stereotyped."
Many actors who have just entered the industry basically have stereotyped acting skills, and they don’t know what emotion to use for this sentence or what expression to use for this scene.
It seems like everyone is the same.
Is this not possible? Of course it is.
But such a character has no soul.
Maybe it's a bit too profound. In short, a blank slate like Jun Qiulan is actually better at portraying characters.
Director Wang sighed, "You're right. Let's see how much he can learn this time."
This child is obedient and sensible. Although Director Wang doesn't say anything on the surface, he likes him very much in his heart.
He is a good seedling and needs to be nurtured well. Don't let him fall into depravity in this flashy world too early.
As directors, they have seen too many talented actors who were very talented at the beginning, but once they became famous, their acting skills began to stagnate and were even worse than their initial performance.
"This kid hasn't signed with an agency yet, and people have asked me about it." Ji Hong smiled. "I don't know what this kid is thinking."
From his point of view, as long as the agency is reliable, signing with the company will definitely be more convenient.
Jun Qiulan finished filming this one scene today in the morning.
He had a boxed lunch at noon and did not leave in the afternoon. He stayed in the crew to study. Occasionally, if there was any need for help, he would be happy to help.
What a simple child.
Du Ruo came over and teased him, "You are too honest. You are easily bullied. Go and help the workers move things."
Jun Qiulan smiled and didn't care. "It's okay, Sister Ruo, just think of it as learning. You know, I haven't learned acting systematically, so I can only use my eyes to see and experience it."
Du Ruo simply didn't know what to say.
"Didn't you say Yan Jing was coming back? How's the matter I told you last time going? Have you talked about it?"
"Not yet." He paused and added, "Yan Jing hasn't come back yet."
The two were just chatting when Jun Qiulan's phone rang.
Cao Cao has arrived.
There is no airport in Fengcheng. Yan Jing returned to China this morning and took some time to get to Fengcheng.
The assistants didn't quite understand.
The boss has been very busy lately.
If Jun Qiulan promised to give him a painting, wouldn't express delivery be enough? If he wanted to come and see the kitten, wouldn't video call be enough?
Do you have to go there in person?
As for Jun Qiulan, after receiving the message, he decided not to stay with the crew and had to go back quickly. He said hello to Du Ruo and slipped away.
In addition to bringing Song Song back, some toys, cat food, and cat milk powder also need to be brought back to the rental house.
That is, things like cat climbing frames. They were too big and too conspicuous, so I didn’t bring them to the village.
He was not sure whether Yan Jing would go home with him to take a look.
Yan Jing bought so many things for Song Song at that time, and now he saw that several items were missing. That didn’t make sense.
When I usually take pictures of Yan Jing, I always find an angle where he is on the bed, so I can basically not see the background behind him.
Jun Qiulan moved quickly and returned to the border town.
When I walked out of the room, Su Changxun came.
Okay.
Su Changxun came here today to ask for a book. After he mentioned it to Jun Qiulan last time, there has been no news from this guy, so he made a special trip today.
Jun Yu could only say that Jun Qiulan had gone out.
It was so cold, and Jun Yu couldn't let Su Changxun sit in the yard and starve to death, so he could only invite him into the house and have a cup of hot tea.
Not long after I sat down, Jun Qiulan came back.
I was also anxious. I just came back and walked out as soon as I opened the door.
Su Changxun's expression was profound. This family...
It’s better to build the house as soon as possible.
Now, the main hall is visible when you open the door, so you can’t hide anywhere.
Jun Yu reacted quickly, "Hey, Lan'er, when did you come back? Dad was supervising the work next door just now and didn't see you come home. Mr. Su came, and we thought you were not here."
Although Su Changxun guessed something, no one pointed it out.
You have to cover it up.
Jun Qiulan replied in tacit agreement, "There was a lot of mist in the woods, and my clothes got wet. I went back to my room to change and took a nap, so I didn't hear the master coming."
Su Changxun even wanted to laugh.
Okay.
He also acted out the scene, "The weather is indeed getting colder. Qiulan shouldn't stray too far from the woods. Wild beasts can't find food in winter, so they might leave the woods to look for food."
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "General Huo gave us a bow and arrow a few days ago. Hunting is much safer now. As long as we don't encounter a pack of wolves, we can still cope with it."
alright.
The drama is almost over here.
"Sir, what brings you here today?"
Su Changxun tutted his words in an unseemly manner, "Where's the book you promised me last time? You didn't even take the book with you when you left."
Except for the administrator's book, all other books can be returned.
He even brought the book with him.
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing. He was really too busy recently and had forgotten about this matter.
When buying daily necessities, the rental house is surrounded by complete living facilities, so all your needs can be solved.
But to buy the book, he had to go to the bookstore in the city center. Not only did he forget, he also didn't have the time.
"Sir, why don't you wait a few more days? Maybe you can go back and read some other books in the near future? Is that okay?"
Su Changxun didn't know how the book came from. Maybe Jun Qiulan was also in trouble now? Maybe these books were not so easy to get?
He doesn't make things difficult for others.
The other books are good too.
Jun Yu immediately went back to the house, went into the basement, and took out a few books.
These are all the ones he has seen during this period.
There are famous domestic and foreign books, magazines, novels, and even a collection of jokes.
There should be no problem taking these books out.
Su Changxun didn't pick and choose, he just flipped through the pages and glanced at the table of contents.
It is really interesting, especially this mythological story about the Dongsheng Shenzhou and the ancient country of Aolai.
A monkey popped out from between the rocks, which was quite novel.
It was completely different from the stories about fox spirits and fox demons written by those pedantic scholars he had read before.
Just about to continue watching.
Jun Qiulan was a little anxious.
Even though it was tacitly understood, he couldn't just go back to his room and travel through time, right?
What if a gust of wind blows the door open and there is no one in the room? Wouldn’t that be the end of the matter?
He winked at his father.
Jun Yu understood that his son had an urgent matter.
"Mr. Su, I have something else I would like to ask you. Is that convenient?"
Su Changxun put down the book and said, "Brother Yu, just go ahead."
Jun Yu smiled and said, "You know I've never done anything practical before. I agreed to teach in the village, but I noticed something was wrong with the class, but I can't quite put my finger on it. How about you, Brother Changxun, accompany me to take a look? I can give you some advice and avoid delaying the students' studies in the future."
Su Changxun is such a smart person.
I understood it as soon as I heard it.
He put several books in his pocket and said, "Then I will accompany Brother Yu to take a look. I have something else to do today. After the class is over, I have to go back early."
Both father and son breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll return these books after I finish reading them." Before leaving, Su Changxun added, "I hope I can read the books I want next time."
Jun Qiulan cupped his hands and gave a wry smile, "I'll do my best."
We can't let people think that all these books of his were written in vain.
What comes for free is just giving away.
Songsong wanted to go out with Grandpa Jun Yu, but was brought back by his father Jun Qiulan.
Wait until my father and husband are far away.
Jun Qiulan closed the door, packed up her things, hugged the kitten, and traveled through time, all in one go.
Just landed.
The phone rang again.
This time he made a video call directly.
Jun Qiulan took two deep breaths and connected the video call. "Are we there?"
Yan Jing was surprised, "Why couldn't I get through just now? I thought you lost your phone."
How could Jun Qiulan know that Yan Jing had called him when he was in ancient times?
He made up a few words, "Maybe the signal is bad. Where are you?"
"We're almost at your rental place. Let's have dinner together tonight. Bring Baisong with you. The restaurant is pet-friendly."
Jun Qiulan breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll go downstairs right away."
“Don’t forget to draw.”
Jun Qiulan was speechless. "I think you are not here to say goodbye, you are here to pick up the calligraphy and paintings."
"No conflict." Yan Jing neither denied nor admitted it.
The video is disconnected.
Jun Qiulan quickly wiped the dust off Songsong's body and the mud off his paws.
This little one is so lively and runs around all day long.
I'm so used to using the natural toilet outside that I rarely even use the litter box.
Jun Yu even had someone specially frame the picture of hundreds of cats playing that he painted.
Jun Qiulan admired it and took a photo.
This painting is really good. Every cat is lifelike, even the hair is clearly visible. The most important thing is the movements of the cats in the picture.
Some are taking a nap, some are playing, some are fighting, and some are watching the fun from the side...
The expressions on their faces are also very vivid.
If he hadn't already promised Jun Yu, he would have been reluctant to give the painting away.
It's not just because this painting was painted by his father, but also because he likes this painting.
Pack up your things and go downstairs.
Uncle Hua is here too.
"You took the cat out to play today?" Uncle Hua said with a sharp eye: "Oh, you brought a painting? Can I see it?"
Yan Jing hasn't arrived yet.
Jun Qiulan didn't want to be stingy, Uncle Hua just wanted to take a look.
have to.
Uncle Hua couldn't take his eyes off it when he saw it.
I saw the signature: Mr. Yan Geng.
This was his father's former name, using the inkstone as a tool and the pen to cultivate the land.
"Isn't this your drawing?"
Jun Qiulan nodded. "It's a gentleman who taught me painting in the past. But he's now in seclusion and doesn't usually work with people. I only gave this painting out because I promised it to an old friend."
This one sentence blocked Uncle Hua.
It's not that he's stingy.
Some people are now guessing who the other author is who wrote the inscription and painted the picture on the folding fan with him.
He himself doesn't care, but his father can't come over now.
If too many excellent works are circulated, it would be inappropriate to attract too much attention.
When the time comes, everyone will come and ask him where he can find a Mr. Yangeng?
Uncle Hua felt very sorry.
But what he likes more is calligraphy, so he doesn't force it, because Jun Qiulan's calligraphy is very good.
Jun Qiulan had written a few big characters for him before, and he copied them for a while. Now the old men in their circle all say that his handwriting has begun to show some style.
But it made him very proud.
Yan Jing's car just arrived outside the door.
"Uncle Hua, I'm going out first."
"Okay, get busy." Uncle Hua took a look at the car outside. Wow, it's a big luxury car.
Jun Qiulan was familiar with the route and opened the door and got into the car.
He held Songsong in his arms and the calligraphy and painting in his hands casually.
Yan Jing's forehead was a little bulging.
"Here, this is the painting for you." Jun Qiulan handed the painting out first.
Yan Jing today looked a bit like the first time he saw him.
He was wearing a smart suit and a gold chain, and perhaps because of the long journey, there was a hint of fatigue between his brows.
"Are you busy lately?" he asked.
Yan Jing nodded slightly. "But it's all done. I won't be busy anymore. I have to prepare for the movie. How's it going? How are you thinking about the role?"
He was in no hurry to open the painting in the car.
Based on the brushstrokes on the folding fan, he knew that the painting must be of good quality, and if he took it back, the old man would definitely like it.
After putting the painting away carefully, he reached out and took Jun Baishou from Jun Qiulan's arms.
"Do you remember me?"
Jun Baisong: "Meow~"
I don’t remember much, but this person smells so good that I can’t help but want to rub it.
Yan Jing smiled and said, "I've gained a lot of weight."
"Kittens are growing. They've been growing pretty fast lately."
Yan Jing hummed, "It's almost time to make an appointment for Baisong to get vaccinated. Can you find a place?"
"vaccine?"
This is indeed beyond Jun Qiulan's understanding.
He rarely heard these two words appear together, so he naturally had not learned any relevant information.
Yan Jing looked up at him with a serious expression.
"Did you never get any vaccinations when you were a child?"
The Taoist priests at Qingfeng Temple are all orphans. They didn’t even have ID cards in the past, and they probably haven’t been vaccinated.
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