Chapter 206 - Chapter 206: Chapter 202: Drawing_1 (1/2)

Chapter 206: Chapter 202: Drawing_1

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Yingbao looked her up and down, then pointed to the stool across the table. “Sit down, and I’ll check your pulse.”

Dongmei complied, extending her wrist.

Yingbao took her pulse, observed her complexion, and asked, “Is there still lochia?”

Dongmei shook her head, “It has been clear recently.”

Yingbao spread out the paper to write a prescription: “I will change your medicine slightly, take it for a few days to consolidate, your body is frail, and needs to be properly nourished.”

“What the young doctor said makes sense.” Zhang Family added from the side: “Thank you for curing my daughter, could we perhaps purchase another jar of that Rootless Water?”

She had just asked the shopkeeper in the front and he said they were out of Rootless Water.

Yingbao looked at her, “Of course, you need that water for decoction.” It seemed that Pupil Spring was indeed useful.

After finishing the prescription, he gave it to Mother and Daughter Zhang, asking them to wait in the front shop. Yingbao went to the stove, filled a clean jar with water from Pupil Spring.

Erni ran over and asked, “Yingbao, the female patient said she wanted to buy Rootless Water, you”

She looked down, her younger cousin pointed to a jar of water on the ground, “Take it, this is the Rootless Water.”

Erni picked up the jar of water, then glanced at the large water tank, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Two days later, all of the candied fruits they made at home were sold out, but Jiang Quan again purchased fifty jin of candied fruit from elsewhere, along with some jams.

“Yingbao, we need to prepare more gift boxes, the sales will definitely be larger during holidays.” As Jiang Quan was packaging the fruit preserves, he noted, “I saw that the cake shop also has gift boxes. The paintings on the boxes are lovely.”

He glanced at his younger cousin, “You only write and don’t paint, the gift box is not festive at all.”

Yingbao replied impatiently, “I have never studied painting, why don’t you do it?”

“I’m no good at it.” Jiang Quan sighed and turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng: “Big Brother, you can paint, you’ll be in charge of it from now on.”

Jiang Cheng could only agree, “I’ll give it a try first.”

He had studied painting with the Master for several years, but the Master said that his painting was rigid and the coloring was garish, lacking in soul, so he hardly painted anymore.

Once again picking up the brush to paint, he stuck to painting wealthy characters, birds, and flowers. Surprisingly, they perfectly fit the gift box.

Jiang Quan picked up one of his elder brother’s paintings to inspect it, joyfully announced, “It’s more beautiful than the paintings on the cake shop’s boxes. Big brother, the drawings on these gift boxes will be up to you from now on.”

Jiang Cheng refused as he glanced at the pile of bamboo and wooden boxes, “I can’t paint all of them!”

Painting a few occasionally was doable, but if all of them were to be painted by him alone, he wouldn’t be able to finish even if he didn’t eat or drink.

Unlike writing, painting was not something you could do offhand. It involved several steps such as painting and coloring. Being able to paint three in two hours was considered good.

He could imagine a hundreds of gift boxes in the room needing hundreds of paintings, and just thinking about it made his scalp prickle.

Yingbao suggested, “How about hiring someone else? The students at the county school opposite us have excellent calligraphy and painting skills. If we hire them, it will definitely save time and effort.”

They should be able to easily paint these soulless images of wealth and luck.

Jiang Quan immediately shook his head at Yingbao’s suggestion: “Those are scholars, how could they be willing to paint these things for you?”

“With ten coins per standardized small painting, there must be those willing to do it.”

Yingbao: “If you don’t believe me, post a notice outside. I guarantee there will be people interested.”

Jiang Quan thought about and wrote on a piece of paper: Hiring painter to draw small auspicious paintings, eight coins for each.

He then posted the paper on the front of the store.

In the afternoon, several students passed by the shop’s entrance, chuckled at the notice and left one by one.