The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 169: Is it wrong?

Yun Yanhui was carried by Chao Dynasty and Mahan, dragging her feet on the ground reluctantly, "Wow... I'm really wronged, I'm so wrong..."

Bao Zheng sighed as he walked, "I don't think this is Zheng Ling's style of behavior. If it is you, it makes sense. Brother Yan, you have played a bit too much this time."

Yunyan replied: "..."

Play off, who play off!

Yun Yanhui glared at Zheng Ling fiercely.

Zheng Ling: "..."

The inexplicably terrified Zheng Ling shrank back, "I, I explained it, but he doesn't believe it..."

Zheng Ling was also excited for a while, thinking that his experiment was successful, but he didn't expect others to sound like that, but now Yun Yanhui was miserable by him.

Yunyan was so angry that she stood up and stretched her feet to kick Zheng Ling.

Fortunately, Chao Dynasty and Mahan held him back, "Hey, Brother Yan, don't be rude!"

"...Who threw it out!" Yun Yanhui was very sad and angry.

"Brother Yan, if you are really wronged, you will be able to tell clearly when you get to the imperial front." Bao Zheng said.

Yun Yanhui wanted to cry, he felt, sure, couldn't tell the difference...

……

Renzong put his hand on his forehead, his face was expressionless for a long time, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "The little ghost you drew made people faint?"

Bao Zheng nodded solemnly, "Exactly."

Renzong was a little disbelieving.

Bao Zheng pointed at Yun Yan and replied, "Zheng Ling accidentally leaked his mouth. It was Brother Yan who instigated him and his colleagues to draw like this."

Renzong: "Huh?"

Yunyan replied: Thank you so much! Great package! I'm afraid I won't be charged enough to die, right?

Renzong, who was a little unbelieving at first, was now interested, stood up and looked at Yun Yanhui. Yun Yanhui was also very eager to speak, but Renzong asked Zheng Ling first: "Tell me, who are you? How?"

Zheng Ling honestly explained the principle of three-dimensional painting, how to create visual differences.

Hearing Zheng Ling's eloquence, he has more concepts than simply saying that the painting is very real. Isn't this just like a folk artist playing tricks, using a bit of misdirection.

After hearing this, Renzong also felt that it must be Yun Yanhui's idea, pointed at him and said, "Don't do a good job, don't do a good job!"

Yunyan replied: "..."

Yunyan replied: "Ugh... can I still explain?"

"Huh?" Renzong looked at him, "Why, do you still think you've been wronged? Then let's hear it."

Yun Yan Hui said how she met Zheng Ling, and then made this suggestion, but did not know that he would be so mad.

"Impossible, if it wasn't for your idea, how could Zheng Ling think of painting something like this." Renzong thought for a long time, but came to such a conclusion.

Yun Yanhui almost vomited out a mouthful of blood, "I have nothing to say, I really don't know what image I have in your hearts."

Zheng Ling also said very guiltily: "Don't do anything about Brother Yan, Brother Yan only said that you can draw a big hole, and everything about the kid is added by us."

However, no one believed it, and they even felt that, considering Yunyan's affairs to the extreme, how could it be enough to just draw a big hole, it must be "icing on the cake".

Everyone thinks that this must be Yun Yanhui's idea of ​​making money. First, he stunned the citizens of Bianjing with an advertisement, but he got rid of it.

Renzong even thought of a specific place - Pu Guanze, he deeply doubted that Yun Yanhui wanted to decorate such murals and ground paintings in Pu Guanze, and specially asked Zheng Ling to study it.

"Well, this is indeed a marvelous skill, so let's draw this kind of three-dimensional painting for several royal monasteries free of charge, and fined for half a year to set an example." Renzong thought for a while and gave such a punishment.

The people in the picture academy are thankful.

Bao Zheng thought in his heart that it would be cheaper for them.

If this is really Yun Yan's idea, and it's for the sake of making money, then there must be more opportunities to make money in the future, and it's definitely arranged. Besides, didn't you hear that the official family asked them to go to the temple to paint murals? This is clearly an opportunity to make a name for yourself!

It's said to be punishment, but it's actually more of an opportunity.

Renzong also whispered back to Yunyan: "Remember to ask them to paint in Youwu's palace, and choose some interesting themes. Also, when you paint in Pu Guanze, you have to coordinate with them. Stop conflicting with punishment."

Yunyan replied: "..."

I don't know what Renzong's brain made up for... Pu Guanze? He thought he was a three-dimensional painting that Zheng Ling and the others studied for the decoration of Pu Guanze?

Yun Yanhui was about to cry without tears, she knew it would be like this, no matter how you look at this matter, it looks like he is abetting! Even he himself was about to believe it, didn't he see the result of this!

However, no one believed what she said, so Yun Yanhui could only accept the order honestly.

Vibrantly entered the palace, and returned vigorously.

Although Yun Yanhui didn't have to work for free, she was also implicated and fined half a year's salary.

On the way back, Yun Yan wanted to struggle to the death, and had a cheeky conversation with Bao Zheng.

Bao Zheng saw that his attitude was sincere, and some Jiang Xin was suspicious, "I think about it..."

If you really wronged Brother Yan, that would be bad.

Walking back to Kaifeng Mansion, I saw several merchants waiting outside, but they didn't go in to seek grievances, as if they were waiting for someone, they rushed up when they saw Yun Yan returning.

"Yun Xiaolang, you're finally back? Do you remember me? I'm the owner of Sun Er Restaurant!"

"And me, I belong to Li Kee."

Yunyan looked blank, "Why are you looking for me?"

These businessmen said, "If you want to make an appointment, go to our store to paint a mural!"

"I want to draw a Brewmaster here, right in the lobby."

"We want to paint the beauty of the Moon Palace in our store! How do I calculate the price?"

“…”

Yunyan replied: "..."

Everyone looked at Yun Yanhui.

Even Zheng Ling was a little stunned, "Brother Yan, did you arrange such a business for us?"

Draw a three-dimensional painting of Jiu Xian and Chang E in the place where wine is sold to attract customers. The style of this idea is like Brother Yan. Even Zheng Ling began to wonder if this was really something Yan Ge'er had already thought about.

Yunyan replied: "…………"

Bao Zheng glanced back at Yun Yan, sighed, shook his head, and went into the house.

"..." Yun Yan back weakly supported the dynasty, "You, why did you come to me!"

"I heard that Zheng Hanlin from the Hanlin Painting Academy took the lead in painting the murals. Isn't he from you? Everyone knows that he painted the long scroll of the Food Festival hanging in the Daxiangguo Temple. "

"Can't you talk to him? No, we think our idea is a good one!"

Yun Yanhui couldn't help laughing and laughing, how could this make him reason? It's such a coincidence that these bosses can come to him with a particularly good idea, right? Just ask if you are wronged!

Yunyan looked back and saw that Zheng Ling was fine. Some of the other painters were not very wealthy, and they had to be fined for half a year.

Yun Yanhui can only wave his hand helplessly: "...you come back to me to register in the afternoon, and I will give you the price list - according to the size and complexity of the area."

The merchants responded with joy and went back one after another.

Yunyan turned around and saw that the rest of the people looked at herself with the look of "you are still pretending to be stupid", including Zheng Ling, and said angrily: "What are you looking at? I regret it! And you! I will take a commission for helping you be an agent!"

The one behind you naturally refers to the painters of the painting academy.

Yunyan replied speechlessly and asked the sky, "Oh my God, is there someone you are so forced to make money?"

……

All afternoon, Yun Yanhui has been helping to register and paint murals. He has been thinking about it for a long time. How to average the working hours of those painters, it is best to let them take turns to paint temples and receive paid orders.

It's just one afternoon, and the appointment is two months away.

Also, since Renzong said it, Pu Guanze must be decorated with three-dimensional paintings. Fortunately, Pu Guanze has not started the decoration.

The three-dimensional painting on the tile side of Zhujiaqiao was originally according to Bao Zheng's idea, and it would be washed away after the case was sentenced. However, the people were very enthusiastic and did not want to let it be washed away, and they spontaneously protected it.

Yun Yanhui deeply suspects that the owner of Zhujiaqiao tiles is protecting them, because as long as the three-dimensional paintings are not washed, many people will go there every day to watch, which also increases the flow of their tiles.

Anyway, when Yun Yanhui was busy acting as an agent for Zheng Ling and the others, his old friend Zhang Shanren came to him.

"Brother Yan has been very prosperous these past two days. I'm afraid that all the shops in Bianjing have come to you, right?" Zhang Shanren probably heard about the events of the past two days, and laughed and joked.

"You don't know the bitterness in my heart! Brother!" Yun Yanhui really wanted to wipe away the bitter tears.

"What's so hard about making money?" Zhang Shanren smiled and shook his head, "Let's not talk about other things, I'm here on request, someone wants to ask you for help!"

Yunyan replied puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Shanren said: "A team from Zezhou, the leader of the team is very tender. He came to Beijing a few days ago and came to me to worship the mountain. Yesterday, he came to me again, wanting to get to know you. ."

Bianjing is the economic, cultural and political center of the Song Dynasty. From the perspective of folk artists, if they want to achieve any great achievements, they must go to Beijing. Some people went to Beijing and starved to death, some people went back in despair, and some people went to Beijing and encountered a change of situation.

Like Zhang Shanren, he is the latter. When he was suppressed in his hometown, he came to Bianjing and gained his current status by relying on his own strength. He is one of the most popular artists in Bianjing.

"Oh...do you want me to introduce the business?" Yun Yan asked back, "How's the level, acting or something? If it's good, I'll consider inviting you for festivals in the future."

"His team will play more drums, tunes, and tangling." Zhang Shanren said with a half-smile, "But what he wants is more than that."

Yun Yanhui laughed dumbly, "But, no matter how much, I can't give it."

"Brother Yan, he thinks you can do it. Besides, there are actually not a few people who have this idea." Zhang Shanren winked at him, "He wants to be like Zhou Shuiniang, soaring into the sky and going straight to the sky."

Yun Yan Hui was a little stunned, and then thoughtfully said: "Brother, but you have never recommended anyone, is there anything special about this person and his team?"

Zhang Shanren shook his head and said, "I think I saw myself back then!"