After binding to the system, her full-level beauty shocked the entertainment industry

At present, she has earned enough 500 coins, so as long as she completes the remaining 500 coins, the task at this stage will definitely be completed, and the acquisition system of these 500 coins has already given a clue, which is to sell calligraphy and paintings.

Mo Zhiran's handwriting from childhood was like ghost drawings. She had no talent for writing. It was not until the college entrance examination that she practiced her handwriting better in order to score points, but that was only to the level of neatness and definitely not to the point where it could be called art. There is a huge difference between the stages of product quality.

This made it difficult for her.

In the essay competition, you can recite the poems of the ancients to get by, but writing can no longer be done by the hands of the ancients.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhiran suddenly had an idea.

She cannot borrow the hands of the ancients in reality, but she can borrow the hands of the ancients in the system.

Whatever you don't know how to do yourself, just outsource it.

If there are so many literati and poets in this era who come to Pinxuanlou to apply for poems, then how come there are so few gentlemen who sell calligraphy and painting with good calligraphy?

Mo Zhiran made up her mind and prepared to go out to find someone.

She took a short rest in the prepared room. It must be said that the shop owner treated a scholar like her very well. At first glance, this room was pretty good among the guest rooms, especially in a bustling area like Chang'an Street. , one night's stay must be worth a lot of money, but the shop owner gave it to a person she had just met for free.

The store even prepared a change of clothes. This set of clothes was made entirely of high-quality fabrics and seemed to be valuable.

It was summer in the system at this time, and Mo Zhiran had just walked around outside, and she was already completely soaked.

So she took a hot bath, changed her clothes, and prepared to go out to search.

Pushing open the store door, Mo Zhiran unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

It was the doorman who led her into the store just now.

The doorman was a little shocked when he saw Mo Zhiran pushing out the door. This was not because she didn't know that the person in the room was Mo Zhiran, but because after she changed her clothes, her whole demeanor It’s different. It turns out that it’s probably because the tattered and ragged clothes cover up the original scholarly smell. In addition, running around at ten o’clock in the morning makes the whole person even more listless, so the whole person looks sloppy and sloppy when walking. She didn't look like much when she came, but now that she's put on the silk and satin that the shop owner prepared for her, her whole temperament suddenly changes, like a young master who stepped out of a painting.She is no different from the young men in the celebrity compound in the capital, and because she has a different temperament from the people in the capital, she has an indescribable sense of specialness.What people don't know is that this temperament is Mo Zhiran's unique feeling as a modern person.After all, there is still a certain distance between her and this life in ancient times.

"I didn't expect that he is really a handsome man." The doorman couldn't help but murmured to himself.

Mo Zhiran nodded to her and was about to pass her to the door when she heard a sudden and awkward shout from behind her.

"Hey, wait a minute." It was the little doorman calling her.

She paused and turned back.

The doorman seemed very nervous, and his face showed a hint of red color of embarrassment.

"I... thank you! Help me speak in front of the master today."

That's what it was for.

"It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong in the first place." Mo Zhiran smiled.

"Oh, just take it if I ask you to take it, what's the use of words," she didn't expect the doorman to be such a shy and awkward character. Mo Zhiran was afraid that if she didn't take it, he would stuff the thing directly into her into his hands and ran away.

So he took the box in her hand.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Zhiran took it, the doorman disappeared.

Mo Zhiran opened the box in her hand that had been held tightly by the doorman.Inside were several pieces of exquisite sugar biscuits, which looked like high-end snacks from the restaurant. They were probably prepared for the guests. As the person closest to the owner, the doorman naturally had the opportunity to get these from the kitchen.She even suspected that when preparing these exquisite snacks for the shop owner, the kitchen would prepare one for these close attendants.After all, given the character of the shop owner, he is so enthusiastic towards a person who has just arrived, not to mention his own subordinates.

Mo Zhiran put the box and sugar cakes in her sleeve pocket. Although these sugar cakes were very appetizing at first sight, she was not hungry yet.

There were still many vendors selling calligraphy and paintings on Chang'an Street. Mo Zhiran randomly chose a vendor setting up a stall on the street and went up to ask.

"May I ask the store how to sell this calligraphy and painting?"

The vendor looked her up and down and said, "50 cents a piece."

50 Wen?This is too expensive, right? She just applied for a poem and was given 50 essays. How about 50 essays for such a calligraphy exercise?Moreover, Mo Zhiran looked carefully and saw that the samples already placed on the stall were indeed not very well written. Spending 50 yuan was really a waste.If his calligraphy was as good as famous calligraphy and had his own style, he would be recognized for 50 yuan, and he would probably be able to sell it for a higher price, but the quality of this calligraphy and painting is really a bit unsightly.

Mo Zhiran visited several other vendors, and the results were generally the same. Either the price was too high, the quality of the calligraphy and painting was too poor, or both.

Although she can't write, she still has basic appreciation skills and can tell whether someone's calligraphy is good or not.

These words are simply not worthy of those majestic poems. On the contrary, they will greatly reduce the feeling of the poems. By then, even the poems written by these great poets will become worthless.

That would be even less worthwhile.

Mo Zhiran kept shaking her head, and then a voice from the corner reached her ears.

"Female Bodhisattva, please give me something to eat. There is a famine in my family. I fled here. The child has not eaten for three days."

Mo Zhiran looked back and saw two people huddled in the corner. It turned out to be a father and his child. The child was so thin from hunger that even the outline of the ribs could be clearly seen.

Unexpectedly, in such a peaceful and prosperous age, there would be ordinary people who could not afford to eat.

The child was leaning listlessly on his father's legs due to excessive hunger, and could not even raise his eyelids. Although his father still managed to take care of his child, in fact he himself was sallow and thin, with an uneasy look on his face. The normal waxy yellow color is an obvious sign of malnutrition.

"Good Samaritan, please save us. If this child doesn't stutter anymore, I'm afraid..." The father almost choked again, and the second half of the sentence was not uttered after all.

Mo Zhiran looked at these two people pitifully. In the real world, there have never been people begging like this. Most people on the street are asking for money. If you give someone a bite to eat, they will dislike you for a long time.

But these two people are not fake at first glance.

She suddenly thought of the sugar cake that the doorman gave her, so she could use it to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha. If the doorman knew that she was trying to save two refugees, he would definitely agree to give away the sugar cake.

Children who have been hungry for a long time have the most sensitive noses. When they smell the smell of sugar cookies, they open their eyes wide and stare straight at the delicious food.

But his long-term experience made him afraid to move, because there were many times when he just stared at the food in other people's hands and was chased and beaten by them.So now there was a mixture of desire and fear in his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't dare to come or go, Mo Zhiran took a step forward and dropped the sugar cake in front of the child.

The father on the side thanked him repeatedly, "You are really our savior, thank you..."

"Er Bao, take it quickly and thank the savior quickly."

As soon as the child heard his father say this, he dared to take the sugar cake from Mo Zhiran's hand. After saying thank you, he couldn't wait for another bite and wolfed it down.

Mo Zhiran handed another piece of cake to her father and said, "You can eat it too."

But after the father got the cake, he only took a small bite and put the sugar-shaped cake into his little cloth bag like a treasure. He just watched the child in his arms eating the cake with a smile.

Mo Zhiran gave all the few sugar cookies left in the box to her father. His father was a little embarrassed to take them, but in the end he accepted them with shame and put them all in his little cloth bag. inside.

After doing this, Mo Zhiran turned around and left.

But he was stopped by the father again.

"Benefactor, I just saw that you are looking for someone who can write. You have helped us so much, and I am embarrassed to take it from you for nothing. If you don't mind, can you give me a try?"

When Mo Zhiran saw the sloppy old beggar in front of him, most people would not associate him with being able to write, and would only think that he was a beggar.

"To tell you the truth, I used to be a private school teacher in our place for a few years, but I didn't expect that my hometown was hit by a disaster. Since then, I have been living in a foreign land and ended up like this..." The melancholy on the man's face More intense.

"Originally, if others didn't mention it, I, Duan Duan, wouldn't have cared about this and told the past about me being a private school teacher... But today I can't repay..."

Mo Zhiran looked at the man and decided to let her give it a try.

Anyway, I borrowed pen, ink, paper, inkstone and a piece of paper from a vendor on the side.

The old man spread the paper on the uneven ground and polished it with water from the street sprinkler. However, his expression was extremely serious, as if he was completing this great task.

When the preparations are ready, the man picks up the pen.It was as if he had completely forgotten what was going on in the world around him, and the bustling bustle of Chang'an Street had nothing to do with him.

The first stroke is to put pen to paper.

Thunderbolt.

Before writing, Mo Zhiran had already given him one of her poems. The man had a look of shock on his face, and like the shop owner, he hurriedly asked her who wrote this poem?

Mo Zhiran also answered that he was a distant relative of hers.

"High! It's really high!"

At that time, Mo Zhiran was thinking, it turns out that this old beggar really understands poetry.