Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Lin Feng and Xue Yao passed through the hanging flower gate one after the other and arrived at the front yard.

In the courtyard, six people stood in a row, not daring to breathe.

When they saw Lin Feng approaching and met his gaze, they felt a deep-seated fear.

Although the young man looked young and didn't have a fierce expression, when his gaze swept over them, they felt as if they were being pressed down by something invisible, and even their breathing became difficult.

The four women were all in their forties or fifties, with honest and kind faces, and looked very reliable.

The youngest was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, thin and small, wearing patched clothes, but with a pair of bright, sparkling eyes.

She was secretly glancing at him, but when her eyes met his, she quickly looked down again.

A woman, who looked to be in her early thirties, stood next to the girl.

His face was thin and bony, almost unrecognizable.

She has big eyes and a straight nose, and is quite good-looking. However, because she is too thin, her cheekbones are prominent, and her complexion is sallow.

Lin Feng nodded slightly.

He had no problem with her being a servant.

As long as you are honest and hardworking, you'll be fine.

Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was not displeased.

She stepped forward and said to the six people:

"Why aren't you calling me 'Young Master'?"

The six people were stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and knelt down in unison.

"Greetings, young master!"

Lin Feng: "Work hard, and you'll definitely get your monthly pay."

But what I despise most is betrayal.

His gaze swept over the six people again, and he said calmly:

"If I find out that anyone is dishonest or gossiping, I'll make sure they're nothing but ashes."

The six men felt a chill run down their spines and hurriedly nodded.

"Yes...yes, young master!"

"Get up. Work hard from now on, and you won't be treated unfairly."

"Yes, young master."

The six people stood up, their hands at their sides, but they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, you will also be rewarded if you perform well."

During holidays and festivals, the reward money will be plentiful. Do you understand?

"Understood!"

This time the voices were more synchronized.

Lin Feng nodded and looked at Xue Yao.

"You can arrange the rest."

"Yes, young master."

Xueyao responded and watched Lin Feng turn and leave the courtyard.

Xueyao stepped forward and said to the mother and daughter, "Come with me. From now on, you two will live in the back room."

"Little girl, you will learn etiquette from me from now on, and serve the young master well."

The woman nodded repeatedly, her eyes reddening, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall.

"Thank you, Miss, thank you, Young Master..."

The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow in the courtyard.

Lin Feng left the house and walked along the long street towards the East Market.

I didn't have ink pad, so I used lipstick instead.

Lipstick can be used, but it's not a proper inkpad.

The color is vibrant, but it dries too slowly, is prone to cracking, and doesn't last long; it's only lasting about two months.

If we're going to play with seals, we should use proper ones.

There is a long-established shop in Dongshi that specializes in the Four Treasures of the Study (writing brush, ink stick, inkstone, and paper).

Lin Feng went inside and browsed around, buying ten boxes of high-quality inkpads.

I bought several boxes of cinnabar and eight-treasure cinnabar ...

After leaving the store, he turned into a jade shop.

In the urban world, he had seen many people playing with stamps.

The best seals are made of Tianhuang stone.

The stone was warm and smooth, with excellent knife work, and the printed characters were clear.

There is no Tianhuang stone in Liangzhou City, but there is a kind of stone that is the same as Tianhuang stone. However, since there is no Tianhuang stone here, it is not called Tianhuang stone, but Huangsong stone.

Lin Feng picked out two pieces.

It's about the size of a fist, bright yellow all over, with faint radish-like patterns, and looks very pleasing.

The other piece was much smaller, only about the thickness of a thumb, but it was a rare blood-red color, as deep as chicken blood, with a touch of yellow on top.

The shopkeeper's asking price wasn't low, and Lin Feng didn't haggle.

He bought several more carving knives.

Once everything was ready, they walked back, satisfied.

Back in the courtyard, he instructed Xueyao not to allow anyone to disturb them.

Lin Feng put the things on the table and picked up the fist-sized yellow stone to examine it.

What should we carve?

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered that everything he currently possessed was because of the Black Lotus.

Carve lotus flowers.

He picked up the carving knife and first outlined the shape on the yellow stone.

With a foundation in master-level calligraphy and painting, coupled with the blessing of innate true energy, every stroke of the brush possesses divine power.

Where the blade passes, the lines flow smoothly like clouds and water.

His wrist was as steady as a rock, and every cut was just right, neither too much nor too little.

Petals emerge one by one, arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern.

The leaves can be rolled up and down freely, and the veins are clearly visible.

After the carving was completed, the stone lotus seemed to come alive, with petals so thin they were translucent.

Lin Feng examined it closely, becoming more and more satisfied with what he saw.

With this skill, one could become very wealthy just by making a living from it.

Next, the lettering is engraved.

This time, we'll use KaiTi font.

The four characters "Lin Feng's Seal" are neatly written, yet full of life.

He smiled and continued carving the second piece, the small, blood-red seal about the size of a thumb.

I carved a Pixiu.

The blade moved swiftly, and stone chips fell in a flurry. Each word seemed to grow naturally from the stone.

After carving, it was carefully polished again.

Gently buff with fine sandpaper to smooth out every sharp edge.

For a full three hours.

As the sun began to set, the two seals were finally completed.

Lin Feng placed the two seals, one large and one small, in his palm and examined them against the light.

The large, warm, bright yellow lotus flowers are lifelike;

The little Pixiu is as red as blood and looks incredibly lifelike.

He nodded in satisfaction.

The larger one is called the Lotus Seal, and the smaller one is called the Pixiu Seal.

"Xueyao," he called out to the outside.

Xueyao pushed open the door and came in. Seeing Lin Feng's smiling face, she was a little curious.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

"Bring that painting over here."

Although Xueyao was puzzled, she obediently went to get the painting of "Ladies" and carefully laid it on the table.

Lin Feng took out the small blood-red seal and gently pressed it into the inkpad—this time he used genuine Eight Treasures Inkpad, which was bright red and as smooth as grease.

He carefully covered the blank space on the painting.

The bright red mark on the rice paper was more than ten times clearer than the last time.

The four regular script characters were neat and upright, with distinct strokes.

Xueyao's eyes lit up with delight.

"Thank you, young master!"

She held the painting and looked at it again and again, when she suddenly noticed the words on the seal.

"Young master, what character is this?"

She tilted her head, somewhat puzzled. "It's not quite the same as what I usually see, but... but the font looks much better than usual, it feels very comfortable."

Lin Feng smiled.

"This is regular script Chinese characters."

"Chinese characters in regular script..."

Xueyao murmured to herself, then looked at the seal again, liking it more and more as she looked at it. "Young Master is truly amazing."

While others copied the characters of the ancients, the young master created his own.

The calligraphy and painting complement each other perfectly, as if they were meant to be.

She wasn't just flattering me; she genuinely felt that way.

Although martial arts are flourishing in this world, its cultural development is far inferior to that of China.

Many characters are clearly not as vivid or evocative as Chinese characters.

At first glance, the neat and tidy font feels indescribably comfortable and pleasant.

Lin Feng waved his hand.

"Alright, that's settled then."

He glanced at the darkening sky outside the window and said, "Don't wait for me for dinner. I'm going out tonight."

Xueyao was taken aback at first, then covered her mouth and laughed.

"Young master, are you heading to the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion?"

Her eyes curved into crescent moons as she looked at Lin Feng with a grin.

"Shall we go find those twin courtesans?"