The Fourth Master thinks this job is quite good. You can use a lot of odd bits and pieces of time, and painting and writing can relax your mood. Anyway, the Fourth Master doesn’t know what other people are like. The Fourth Master just uses it to relax his mood, and his calligraphy and painting skills are all there.

Above the standard, he felt that this job was very meaningful at the moment. When he met with Kangxi, he tactfully said that he felt that the job of this fan wholesaler for the Qing princes and his sons could continue forever.

Of course, Fourth Master also said that this kind of work requires a certain amount of time to prepare more perfectly. For example, if you give it away at the beginning of the year and collect it at the end of the year, the quality of the fan will become more perfect in one year.

When Emperor Kangxi heard this, he was a little happy. He was happy that even an upright person like Lao Si agreed with the idea of ​​his own little Fugua. It must be a good idea.

Moreover, it took less than a quarter of an hour for Little Fugua to come up with this idea. It was not enough for others to come up with a plan. Little Fugua could save the country tens of thousands of taels of silver a year.

It’s really a child who can’t get enough love.

Of course the fourth master didn't know what Kangxi was thinking, otherwise...otherwise he wouldn't be able to do anything.

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The fifth elder brother had a toothache and looked at a pile of fans. The emperor, who was celebrating the New Year, couldn't stop. What was he trying to do?

I want to warn you all not to worry about making trouble any more, and let you write fan notes one by one until your hands cramp. Do you still have the time to make trouble?

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Of course, no one else is too worried. This is the rhythm that will make Eighth Prince worry to death.

If Old Ten is a fool when it comes to memorizing homework in the study room, then Old Eight is born with an aesthetic distortion that cannot be cured by human effort. His handwriting is really ugly.

Ugly, even **-year-old children are better than him. He is really a very hard-working person, but his words let him know for the first time that many things do not just require hard work, but depend on talent!

Thinking that the courtiers would receive calligraphy and paintings from Ba Age, Ba Age couldn't even imagine the faces of the courtiers.

How wonderful that is.

It feels like there is a show boss, Emperor Ama, who has been deceiving his sons for a hundred years, and everyone’s life is quite exciting, because we can never imagine what Emperor Ama will do next, we can never imagine.

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Brother Jiu is very good at calligraphy and painting, but everyone knows how busy business people are during the Chinese New Year.

Brother Ninth has a toothache and is angry. There is nothing he can do. He counts the days. He needs to calligraphy and painting one painting a day. This is going to be very busy.

The sons of Emperor Kangxi were all very demanding. They would never mess with these calligraphy and paintings. After all, they were given to the ministers for viewing. If the paintings were not good, wouldn’t they make people laugh to death? Thinking of this, Jiu

My brother deeply sympathizes with Lao Ba. His calligraphy and painting are simply inferior to those of his younger brothers who have not graduated from the upper study hall. This is just showing off to show his ugliness.

Of course, he also sympathized with Lao Shi. Lao Shi was good at writing but not at all good at painting. He had no imagination. When he painted, he was crafty and had no taste at all.

Brother Jiu dug out his old paintings and found some fine brushwork orchid and the like. They were just a few simple strokes with infinite artistic conception. He found a dozen copies and sent them to Lao Ten for copying. It would also save some work.

As an older brother, I can only help him to the end.

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Chapter completed!