"It's okay, Aunt Fourth." Xiaoxiao saw Ruan wearing a tea-green silk dress, with only a sandalwood hairpin on her head. She thought to herself that she had worn this dress correctly, and it would be ridiculous if she wore a flowery dress on this occasion.

When several young painters saw the new female student, their eyes lit up at the same time. The gray-clad painter said, "I don't know what this person is called, so please recommend Mr. Sicun to us."

The painters are indeed not as pedantic as other scholars. The expressions of several people are very natural and there is no intention to avoid them.

Seeing Xiaoxiao's expression was generous, Ruan Shi smiled and said to her niece: "These are all young painters from the Sicun Painting Club. They are discussing to produce a collection of paintings for one of them."

Perhaps it is due to his love for painting, Xiaoxiao is not disgusted with such activities. Yuanlong is open to the people's customs, and it is not an exaggeration to hold some art salons among the people. I remember that Aunt Four was a regular visitor to the art salons in the gallery.

Ruan Tsai walked to the table with a smile: "This is my niece, a student from Xieying Girls." This is not suitable for introducing family background, but it is just for everyone to talk about painting skills and life together.

The painter wearing a fluttering scarf came first and bowed: "I'm in the middle of the stone, I dare to ask what the female history is called?"

Xiaoxiaoqian returned the gift: "Mr. Shi called me Yingyuan."

Somehow I got into the art salon. I obviously came to Aunt Si to find information about the dresses of the Tang Dynasty.

Ruan did not forget this, and took two books from the bookshelf on one side: "Looking around, this book "The Tang Dynasty Clothing and Clothes" is the most complete, and there is also a book "A Newly-Traveled Lace Blossom", which specializes in introducing the wedding costumes of the Tang Dynasty, or you can also learn from it."

"It's rare for the fourth aunt to think about it," Xiaoxiao flipped through it, and it was gratifying that both books were full of pictures and texts. "I knew there must be good books in Sicun Bookstore."

The rain sounded louder outside the window, and light thunder was hidden in the distance, and the sky became darker and darker.

Ruan Shi smiled and said, "If there is no emergency, just wait for me for a while, and the rain outside will become more and more urgent." Then he said to everyone: "The weather is not good, Mei Yue and Lian Xue are probably unable to get there."

Everyone had a regretful expression, and the gray-clad painter said, "The couple has always been rafting in the rain. I am afraid that such a little rain won't stop them."

Ruan smiled faintly, only looking at Xiaoxiao.

Since Aunt Fourth kept each other politely, Xiaoxiao responded: "I am a student in the three-year school year and don't know much about these calligraphy and paintings. I will accompany Mr. Sicun to listen to it, which is quite knowledgeable." Although Xiaoxiao is not disgusted with such gatherings, she is not interested in it. Otherwise, she would have signed up for the painting art club, but she just heard that a couple would probably break the appointment, so she responded. Otherwise, there would be only one woman present in Ruan, and although she was the owner of the painting club, it would be very inconvenient. Xiaoxiao's move was actually to stay and be a companion with Ruan.

Shi Zuimo hurriedly gave up a seat to give the new 'literary and artistic young woman': "With Yingyuan's research on the clothes and clothes of the Tang Dynasty, is she also interested in paintings of the Tang Dynasty?"

Although these painters are young, they are all in their twenties and thirty years old. For children like Yu Xiaoxiao, they are considered elders, especially the seniority of the fourth aunt. Xiaoxiao smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Shi is so serious. Yingyuan dares not make a rash study of Tang Yi. In fact, the students in the school are on a whim and want to hold a cherry bamboo shoot party, requiring everyone to wear Tang Dynasty dresses, so they ran to my aunt to come to ask for books."

"Elegant! Interesting!" The gray-clad painter slapped the folding fan in his hand. "Tang suits are wide and wide sleeves, and they are already elegant and elegant. It is rare that you female students can have such elegant ambitions and revitalize the Tang style!"

"Okay, don't make fun of my niece, she is still a child!" Ruan Shi was afraid of being uncomfortable in laughter, so she turned the topic lightly. "How to print Qin Gong's painting collection? How many colors should I put together? How many copies should I print the first one?"

The continuous rain hit the glass window, blurring the street scene, as if it was tearful.

"Dansheng, light up a few more lamps." Ruan told the shop's staff that the entire bookstore was dark in rainy days, and the copper pillars supported the glass lamps of balls, flashing bright yellow light and shadow.

When people appear in groups, there will always be a person who stands out in the crowd.

Dong Qingong, wearing long hair like ink, wearing simple ramie clothes, with his eyebrows and eyes firmly raised. Under the dim light, he seemed to be a handsome man in an old painting. His voice was also nice, and he did not disperse, just right: "You might as well print monochrome, and set it in ink, which also has its beauty."

"But, Brother Qin Gong's paintings are the most wonderful thing about using color!" The Ge Bushan began to indignate again and there were always passionate and angry young people in the art salon. "This world! Such precious paintings are not worth printing!"

Xiaoxiao rolled his eyes slightly, what should I do? Who made you have no money to print? Could this be helped by the government? You have hands and feet, and no one tied you up and didn't let you make money. Where did you get the confidence? You are so open and honest that you cry for the poor and hate the rich!

"Why do you have to be angry with Brother Julei?" The gray-clothed painter patted Ge Bushan's shoulder. "When the paintings are printed, let's see whoever is going to applaud!"

Giant Thunder, Xiaoxiao almost burst out, the word "Giant Thunder" is called "Giant Thunder".

Xiaoxiao couldn't help but look at the landscape paintings laid on the table. The paintings were indeed good, but unfortunately they were more beautiful and magnificent. The most exciting thing about the paintings is the color design. The green water of the mountains is cleverly echoed by the author, making the picture particularly pleasing to the eye, especially the autumn mountain picture, which has a stunning sense of red leaves.

"It is also the first time Mr. Sicun's sealing club has printed a collection of paintings?" Shi Zuimo asked Ruan.

Ruan Shi said: "I have printed a batch of books with two colors and three colors, mostly pictures and texts. This is the first time that Qin Gong has used paintings as the main one. I am afraid that the printing of the big seal club is not as good as those of the big seal clubs. Especially the stereotyped masters, I am afraid that they will even invite them from the papermaking club."

After hearing this, the painters were speechless, but Dong Qingong was not depressed and smiled at Ruan and said, "Mr. Sicun, don't worry, I love ink landscapes, which are more elegant than colorful."

That said, but if Dong Qingong's paintings lose these colors and are printed in ink, they will lose more than half of them. They are similar to ordinary paintings on the street. Xiaoxiao suddenly thought again that the ink color of this painting is different from the text. The paintings must be reflected in light and dark. Black and various grays are combined. Although there is no need to put colors, these dark gray and light grays are enough, which is still labor-intensive and time-consuming. Xiaoxiao looked at Ruan and saw that she was just smiling steadily. He did not mention a word about the price of putting grays.

This kind of business is not done. Xicai didn’t pay so much. It would be fine if he lost this amount. In the future, these painters will come to Sicun Yin Club to publish painting collections?!

Xiaoxiao stood up, admired the paintings on the table, and said in a child's tone: "Mr. Dong painted so well! The colors matched well! Wouldn't it be a pity if it was printed into ink-colored paintings?"

Everyone also expressed deep regret, but they couldn't pay more money to help. At this moment, they could only sigh.

Dong Qingong smiled faintly: "It's a blessing that another person likes to appreciate Dong's paintings today."

This person is rare and elegant. Xiaoxiao smiled and looked around the desk: "I wonder what size these paintings will be printed into a collection?"

Ruan Shi said: "The sizes are diverse, and the smallest ones are the size of our usual books. The larger ones can be two large books or even four large books."

"I think these paintings are very beautiful in the paste!" Xiaoxiao expressed his idea, "Just just now, Mr. Sicun also said that it would be better to find a stereotyped master from the papermaking club to make this set of paintings and merchants!"

"This... we don't recognize those merchants who make notes!" Julei backed down first.

Ruan Shi said: "I have some friendship with the eldest wife of Caijianxia's family. However, how to print this painting? Ordinary paper sheets often print patterns on the corners of the paper. If the whole paper is printed, they are often light patterns with floral textures."

"What's the use of printing so small? I can't even see clearly," said the gray-clad painter. "If all the papers are printed with landscapes, how can people write on the letters? After all, people buy those papers mostly for writing letters, and only a few people collect them."

"No, no," Xiaoxiao shook her head. The artists seemed to be very aligned. No wonder he had never been able to become a painter. Perhaps it was because the commercial atmosphere was too strong. "Our purpose is to be their stereotypes, preferably free stereotypes!"

"Free?" Ju Lei stared at Tongling with big eyes and smiled, but instead laughed, "Yingyuan is young, where is there free stereotype in this world? Even if you want a bun, you have to kowtow and call out grandparents!"

Death, the angry young man rose up again.

"If the Xia family took a fancy to Mr. Dong's paintings and was willing to make a stereotype, we could use their stereotypes to make our painting collection," Xiaoxiao looked at the giant thunder and was about to speak again, and hurriedly finished his words in one breath. "Just make two large painting collections of books. I have seen such large letter papers, and they are also commonly used. They can print landscape paintings into a very shallow background, and do not affect writing! In this way, after they printed the stereotypes of letter papers, we can take them to print the book!"

"I think it's pretty good, are they willing to print?" The gray-clothed painter looked at the Ruan class with disconfidence.

Xiaoxiao said straight: "Business is negotiated, how can you know if you don't talk about it?!"

Several painters were aroused by the stubborn insistence of the little girl in front of her and wanted to win. Shi Zuimo said first: "Yes, how can you know if you don't try it? If Mr. Sicun can talk to Mrs. Xia, we can have a good talk with them about the business!"
Chapter completed!