Ordinary observers in fast time travel

Watching the literary energy gather on the paper, and then slowly disappear until it disappears.Then it's never noticed again.

Chu Ningyan didn't know the specific conditions of those scribes when they wrote and painted, but it should be full of literary spirit and brilliance, which is similar to what is said in the script.

Now in her painting, Wen Qi has indeed appeared, but "why did it disappear again?"

Chu Ningyan stretched out her hand to caress the ink bamboo picture she had just drawn, her face full of puzzlement.But this incomprehension didn't last long, and she felt something unusual in her lower abdomen.That qi appeared again!

Unlike before, this qi seemed to be entrenched in her lower abdomen.Chu Ningyan felt weird, as if she was pregnant, no, she had never been pregnant before, so how would she know what it felt like to be pregnant.

But it was really strange, there was something in her lower abdomen, which always gave her a feeling of falling down.Let her hold her stomach subconsciously.

"Sister? Are you feeling sick to your stomach?" Seeing her acting strangely, Yun Shu hurriedly walked up to her and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to prepare a pail?"

Chu Ningyan froze when she heard the words, she quickly let go of her hand, and shook it awkwardly, "No, no, I just suddenly felt a stomachache, it's fine."

"Oh."

"Yun Shu, help me look at this painting? Can you see anything?" Chu Ningyan handed the painting to Yun Shu.

"It's so beautiful." Yun Shu didn't know why, and she didn't know how to draw, what did her sister tell her to look at?
"Then do you have a strange feeling?" For example, seeing dense literary energy or something.

"Sister, when you say that, it seems that there really are. Looking at these bamboos, I feel that I should be stronger." Yun Shu thought for a while, and found a more suitable description from her lack of adjectives.

"Any more?"

"Shouldn't it be gone?" Yun Shu said uncertainly, but she seemed to like this ink bamboo painting more and more, "Sister, can you give me this painting?"

Chu Ningyan was a little disappointed when she heard the words, and nodded, "Yes!"

"Thank you sister, I'm going to frame the painting!" Yun Shu happily took the painting and went upstairs.

Chu Ningyan looked away, seeing no one around, she carefully stroked her stomach again, how strange?What's in it?

The little ball of light floating in the air was stunned at this moment. Can you imagine that a net with meshes so big that it can only catch sharks can now catch a small carp? Can you believe it?

Xiao Guangtuan couldn't believe it, but if the fish catcher was his host, that would be a different matter.

Chu Ningyan's body is like a sieve, and it is logically impossible to retain her literary spirit, or even nurture her literary heart.But his host can do it!
"Obviously the spiritual power has been sealed, and I can only see a little bit of literary energy, but it has a strong adsorption force to literary energy." Xiao Guantuan is envious, if he also has such abilities, he still needs to work hard every day to absorb energy ?
"Hiss~" Xiao Guangtuan wiped the simulated saliva, and honestly recorded the data of his host's breeding of Wenxin.

And write down my own inference, maybe the condensing of the literary mind has nothing to do with the body itself, but only with the soul, and the soul with a high purity and density can condense the literary mind with twice the result with half the effort.

After finishing writing, the little light ball felt a little regretful, woohoo, I have to observe other people's souls as a control group, why don't you cross out this sentence?

Forget it, let's talk about the soul state of the host's little sister first.

"Deng Deng Deng" came the sound of footsteps, Chu Ningyan immediately let go of her hand, picked up the brush and started to practice calligraphy as if nothing had happened.

"Yun Shu, it's noon soon. Go and buy two bowls of noodles and come back to open. After eating, we will go to the street to find someone to repair the house in the backyard." Chu Ningyan said, "I will draw the design of the backyard first. The house in the backyard After it's fixed, we'll live in the back."

"Okay." Yun Shu agreed, took 20 Wen and ran out happily.

Chu Ningyan smiled, took a pen and continued to draw. She already knew the layout of the houses in the backyard, and after a little thought, she decided on the plan.It's just...it will cost at least five taels of silver.

When Chu Ningyan went to the market yesterday, she had already inquired about the prices, and now she did a little calculation and came up with the exact amount.

Sure enough, you still have to put making money first!

Thinking of this, Chu Ningyan drew a few more clothes patterns, all of which looked a little better than the styles that are popular in Luzhou City now.Thinking about it, I should be able to exchange some silver.

Thinking of the embroidery I learned when I was in the prefect's mansion, I designed some embroidery pictures.It's a pity that there is no color ink, which cannot reflect the exquisite embroidery and clothes.

I have to go to the bookstore in a while to buy some colored ink.I don't know if I can get it back!
Chu Ningyan felt even more melancholy when she thought that she would have to renovate the shop, purchase goods and buy servants in a few days.

After eating the noodle food that was still edible, Chu Ningyan rushed out with the donkey cart. The donkey cart was also dilapidated and needed to be repaired today.

Chu Ningyan wanted to make money, so she came to the bookstore first to buy some colored ink, so that she could color all the designs.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell the colored ink?"

"The cheap ones cost 100 coins, and the expensive ones cost more than 1 tael." The shopkeeper is a scribe, but his literary spirit is weak, and his literary status is still low.

"Then it's cheap, red, yellow, blue, and white." Chu Ningyan took out half a tael of silver from her purse and asked the shopkeeper for change.

"Okay, just wait a moment." The shopkeeper took the money and immediately asked the staff to wrap the colored ink for the customer.

Chu Ningyan stood where she was, looking casually at the bookstore, and was soon attracted by the painted paper on the shelf next to the counter.

"Shopkeeper, how many papers do you have here?" In my memory, the girls in the prefect's mansion liked to write on paper.

"There are also different prices. The quality of the paper is good, and the exquisite design can cost five or six hundred yuan a sheet, and the worst one can cost twenty or thirty yuan."

"Why is it so expensive? Are these flower papers cut out?" It's only the size of three palms of an adult!In the past, Chu Ningyan didn't care about money and silver, and often imitated the talented men and beautiful ladies in the scriptures to write with flower paper, and she didn't know how much wasted.

"Hehe, what's the matter, if you make flower paper, there will be people rushing to buy it for a tael of silver!" The shopkeeper pushed the counted copper coins to Chu Ningyan.

Chu Ningyan was a little moved when she heard the words. Thinking of her painting skills, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Shopkeeper, I can also draw. Can I make some flower paper and sell it in the bookstore?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Chu Ningyan and thought for a while, "Of course you can make flower paper if you want to, but our Hongyi Bookstore has very high requirements for flower paper, and the flower paper drawn by the girl may not meet the purchase requirements of the bookstore."

"In addition, I need to remind you that the girl is not well-known, and the selling price of the flower paper she draws will definitely not be too high, so the purchase price is also relatively low, and the girl has to bear the cost of the paper herself."

"I know all these things, shopkeeper, how about this, let me draw two pieces for the shopkeeper to taste?" Chu Ningyan said with a smile.

"That's fine, Songlin is going to prepare pens and inks." Rubbing the little girl's vigor is also good, so as not to waste her energy when she draws a bunch of flowers that are not up to standard, and the little girl should cry by then.