My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver Chapter 5

East City, Qingshan County, Ink Studio.

Ink Studio mainly sells pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and also sells printed books.

Chen Mu was sitting on the east side of the entrance of the Ink Studio.

There is a table in front of him, complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

There was a piece of white paper hanging in front of the table, and two people were drawn on it, one was himself, writing with a pen, and the other was a passer-by with only his back.

Next to the portrait, there are eight elegant characters written, "write letters, draw portraits".

This is the place where the predecessor wrote the portrait.

The tables, chairs and benches are all from Ihou Ink Studio, including his location, and the rent is two copper plates a day.

Chen Mu sat behind the desk, boredly waiting for the business to come.

In this era, productivity is not high, and the standard of living and education is not good.

The poor people are most likely to have people carry messages with them, but very few letters are written.

After sitting for a day, he only wrote three letters.

Writing a letter is different from selling words with calligraphy. It is impossible to sell words for money. Within a piece of letter paper, there are always three copper plates.

"Three letters are nine coins."

"Two for Ink Studio, four are reserved for rent, and only three are left. It is barely enough for one day's meals, but it's still the kind that I can't get enough to eat."

"Ugh…"

In the evening four days later, Chen Mu came to the north side of East City near Anlefang.

Here is Goulan Street, which gathers a large number of brothels and Chu halls.

The sky was getting dark, and the place became more and more lively.

Chen Mu stood in the shadow of the street corner, staring at an old man on the street.

The old man was dressed in a long gown and had a table in front of him. He was concentrating on splashing ink.

He has been observing for two days. This old man is a painter, and he makes a living by painting people here.

The protagonists of the portraits are mostly singers in the hook bars along the street.

The exact amount of income is not clear, but seeing that the other party is clean and bright, and he must go out to eat every day, it is not a big difference.

Walking out of the street corner, he slowly approached the old man's desk, looked at the other party's painting for a moment, and Chen Mu pretended to nod.

The old man looked up at Chen Mu for a moment, then smiled: "Why, you also want to sell paintings?"

Chen Mu was startled, the old man could see his thoughts.

Seemingly aware of Chen Mu's doubts, the old man straightened up and smiled indifferently: "You've watched me for two days, and you haven't made up your mind yet?"

Chen Mu was stunned, but he felt that he was hiding well, but he didn't expect to be noticed earlier.

"Selling paintings is a dead end! Young man, listen to my advice, go back and study hard." The old man's face was inscrutable.

"The water in this line is very deep, you can't hold it." The old man sneered and said lightly.

Chen Mu's face was inexplicable, how deep the water could be to sell a painting.

"I won't stop you either, just ask for more blessings." The old man smiled, lowered his head and continued painting without paying any attention.

Ping'an Square

Chen Mu didn't care about eating, so he plunged into the study on the east side, and took a self-portrait for himself with the reflection in the water basin.

After painting, compare it in front of the mirror, this painting, except for self-painting, there is nothing like it!

A gray wall appeared in front of him.

Writing: 1035/10000/second order;

Drawing: 3061/10000/first order;

Chen Mu thought about the painting of the old man on Goulan Street...

"Well, at least there is a lot of room for improvement."

Putting away the paintings, Chen Mu left the study.

After pouring all the money on the square table, Chen Mu counted it again.

There are two paths before him.

One is to live according to the original owner's trajectory, slowly accumulate wealth, and look for possible opportunities for change.

The other is to give it a try, take out all the money to practice painting in seclusion, and after you have achieved the level, go to Goulan Yijie Street to paint the singers to make more money, eat your fill first, and then try more possibilities.

Whether it is the former original owner or the previous life, he will choose the first one. Because that looks more secure and stable.

Dare to step out of the comfort zone, dare not face the pressure of the unknown, dare not show the courage to sacrifice one's life.

This is the general state of all living beings.

Facts have proved that even if a seemingly safe choice is chosen, it may not necessarily bring stability.

Any accident in life can defeat this seemingly stable but fragile peaceful life.

"I've already worn it, what else is there to take care of?" Chen Mu smiled softly: "Besides, I still have gray wall proficiency."

He went out with the money and bought white wheat to fill the rice jar.

With careful planning, he bought enough oil, salt and firewood for two months.

Carefully organize the vegetable field on the east side of my small courtyard, plan the amount of food that can be eaten every day, and try to last until two months later.

After preparing everything, there were only three copper plates left on his body.

However, Chen Mu felt a sense of physical and mental relaxation.

When everything was ready, Chen Mu closed the door and began to practice painting.

The painting technique of this era is similar to the freehand brushwork of splashing ink in ancient times, focusing on meaning rather than shape.

The predecessor's father was an old scholar who taught and taught children for a living.

The previous painting skills were taught by my father.

Chen Mu does not plan to develop according to the previous technique.

He has seen the paintings of the old man Goulan, and the paintings are very vivid. Even with the help of proficiency, Chen Mu is not sure to surpass it within a period of time.

He was going to find another way.

In the previous life, in the era of information explosion, I have seen many paintings of various kinds.

Compared with freehand painting, Chen Mu intends to create a three-dimensional painting with fine brushwork, so he will highlight one word - like! It's like a camera!

Holding a branch with a sharpened tip, Chen Mu came to the vegetable field in the small courtyard.

There is a flat land about one meter in diameter, and a layer of fine soil is evenly spread on it.

Writing in water is fine, but painting is not suitable. He plans to practice on fine soil so that he can use it repeatedly.

Facing the reflection of the water basin, Chen Mu used sharpened branches to outline each stroke.

It took half an hour to draw a self-portrait.

Chen Mu couldn't wait to call out the gray wall.

Writing: 1035/10000/second order;

Drawing: 3073/10000/first order;

"One portrait, an increase of 12 points of proficiency. It's okay..." Chen Mu sighed with relief.

Drawing takes more time than practicing calligraphy. Fortunately, the experience has improved a lot.

After leveling the ground and sieving soil to cover it, Chen Mu continued to paint.

This time, I only got nine proficiencies.

While sorting out the fine soil, Chen Mu thought and summed up what he had gained between the two paintings. After writing again, he consciously improved.

The proficiency really improved greatly, and I got thirteen points.

"It seems to be more devoted!"

After that, every time he practiced painting, Chen Mu would take a short rest, sum up what he had learned, and even use pen and paper to record.

Time passed slowly as he practiced, improved, and practiced.

Chen Mu's drawing ability is also improving little by little.

A month and a half later, in the study.

Chen Mu's hair was loose and his beard was messy. With a brush in his hand, he lightly sketched on the white paper.

A beauty with fluttering white clothes and ethereal temperament was born under the pen.

This beauty has long dark hair, a three-dimensional figure, and smart eyes, and even has a feeling of being alive.

Chen Mu put his pen away and looked at it. After thinking about it, he wrote a seven-character poem next to him.

"Shili Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of blue silk is sad for the year."

"Looking at each other in the shape of the moon, I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."

Writing: 1035/10000/second order;

Drawing: 72/10000/second order;

"It's done!"

Chapter end