On the side of the willow river, there are willow trees, there are a few poor scholars talking, and when they see a teenager setting up a stall to sell calligraphy and paintings, they are all curious and surround them.
Lin Wei is not good-looking, he is young, those scholars have low eyes, and they don't look at Lin Wei in their eyes, they are mostly making fun of them, one of the scholars looked left and right, and asked out loud: "Little brother, these paintings are all painted by you" Lin Wei nodded and said with a smile: "It's the first time I've sold a painting, if I see that one, I'll give you a 20% discount, which can be regarded as a please." ” The scholar smiled and said nothing, and the other scholar looked at a few paintings and shook his head repeatedly: "Poor work, I am embarrassed to take it out and offer ugliness, you look at that green bamboo picture, both invisible, and unintentional, and that picture of green lotus, messy with the pen, random smudge, if I come to paint, the pen to this point, should be lifted lightly, the leaves also need to be carefully outlined, poor, bad." ” "Brother Tian Gao, I also think so, the paintings are clumsy, and a few words are also written in a few ordinary ways."
At the beginning, the scholar laughed in agreement, and shook his head again and again.
Lin Wei was silent, he could see that these scholars didn't want to buy paintings, and they didn't know calligraphy and painting at all, they were just deliberately showing off and grandstanding.
For this kind of person, you don't need to pay attention to it.
Several scholars will be calligraphy and painting one by one comment, a few words of compliment to each other, and then go away, the old man who sells paintings on the side is a look of schadenfreude, he has been selling paintings here for some years, often by those pretentious scholars mocked, this time to see someone like him, of course the heart is very happy.
After waiting for a long time, there were very few people who looked at the paintings, and there was no one who asked for the price, Lin Wei felt very disappointed in his heart, and secretly said that there is no one who knows the pearls in this county, and his paintings or calligraphy are all good products in the previous life in Wu State, how many people have broken through the threshold just to ask for their own paintings as heirlooms, and no one cares about them when they come to this county.
However, Lin Wei also knows that in his previous life, he was famous and famous, and now, he is just a hairy boy that no one knows, and this scene is normal, and Linxian is not big, there are few literati and ink writers, and the people who walk on the street are ordinary farmers, or they are porters in a hurry, they work only to support their families, how can they have spare money to be vassals and elegant.
After noon, a subordinate dressed up finally came over to ask for the price, but after hearing Lin Wei's offer, his face showed disbelief.
"I said boy, you are crazy about money, a painting costs ten taels of silver, and the old Xu Tou next to him is only one hundred and fifty yuan a pair, hmph, if you can sell it, then it will be a hell, or do you plan to do business at all, just to entertain me."
The man's popularity was ruined, and he thought that Lin Wei was making trouble.
Is ten taels of silver expensive?
Lin Wei didn't think that just these two paintings, one word, any one of them could be sold for a hundred taels of gold in the previous life, but Lin Wei rarely sold calligraphy and paintings in the previous life, but all literati were arrogant and did not want to be contaminated with copper stench, but now they are poor and have to sell calligraphy and paintings cheaply, but they didn't expect the other party to be too expensive.
But it's true that the family can't open the pot, Lin Wei said secretly, just looked at the man and asked, "Then you say, how much is appropriate?"
"I see, a painting is at most 200 Wen, that pair of words is also your 200 Wen, no one will buy more, my master is also a person who loves calligraphy and painting, Lao Xu Tou's paintings have a lot, see that your painting is fresh, so it is cheap for you, next time, at most, I will only give you 150 Wen."
That person looks like you're cheap.
Lin sighed slightly, thinking that if he didn't get the money back today, he would have to gnaw on steamed buns with cold water like Wei Yuan, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Two hundred wen is two hundred." ” Two paintings and one word were shot, and six hundred wen was put into his pocket, Lin Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and the six hundred wen money could be supported for a while.
The man took the painting and walked away, Lin Wei rolled up the straw mat, and left with the resentment of the old Xu Tou next to him.
With this money, Lin Wei plans to buy a bucket of rice, a pound of dried fish, and go back to let the bell make a good tooth sacrifice, and the rest of the money will be enough until the beginning of next month.
But said that the person who bought the painting walked to a mansion north of Linxian County at this moment, stepped in, and a small guy at the door saw it, and immediately flattered him: "Steward Chang, you went to buy a painting for the master again."
The man said: "It's not, the lord has recently fallen in love with Danqing calligraphy and painting, and he has to buy a few copies every few days to appreciate it, such an elegant thing, we don't understand it now, okay, I won't tell you, I have to send it to the master quickly, and the province will be scolded." ” After speaking, he went into the backyard with the painting, knocked lightly on the door panel in front of a big house, and heard someone inside shouting to enter, so he hunched his waist and pushed the door in.
"Master, the calligraphy and painting have been bought."
Chang surnamed housekeeper said respectfully, in the house, there is a majestic old man is lifting a pen to paint landscapes, although the old man is old, but he is tall and big, the waist is straight, there is a momentum of not being angry and self-authority, next to the old man, there is a girl in a yellow shirt, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, seeing Chang Steward enter the house, but she sat a silent gesture, signaling to put the painting aside.
The housekeeper hurriedly walked lightly, not daring to disturb his master, and gently put two paintings and one character on the table and turned to withdraw.
The old man held the pen as steady as Mount Tai, his eyes did not take his eyes off until a landscape painting was completed, and the girl in the yellow shirt next to him offered a cup of tea, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, your painting skills are much better than a few days ago, last month the county Shouwen Lord said that grandpa, you lead the troops to fight is a must in the world, fiddling with the ink is slightly inferior, saying that you dance the sword and sword for most of your life, and now you have to fiddle with the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, what is the pain, and bet with you, saying that you can't draw a good work, can't write a good word."
And grandpa, you replied to Wuding Jiangshan, the world of literature and education, who said that martial arts can not fiddle with Wenmo, so he gambled with him, a month deadline to draw a masterpiece, write a good word, otherwise, will be with the sword lost to him, on the contrary, Wen Daren lost you a jujube skin horse, and the January deadline has passed half, grandpa, your painting skills have been hot, no worse than the old man Xu who sold paintings, and next, the word will be practiced well. ” Hearing his granddaughter's praise, the old man laughed: "It's not that Shuang'er you teach well, your calligraphy and painting are unique, and you are the best in Yuanzhou, grandpa can have such a good teacher as you, how can you win the old man of Nawen, haha, it's just a pity, your calligraphy and painting artistic conception is too high, I can't learn to copy, so I can only let people buy the calligraphy and painting surnamed Xu to copy and practice." ” "Although the old man's calligraphy and painting are average, but there are also remarkable, beginners are the most taboo to be ambitious, grandpa, if you win the Wenjun Shou, you have to thank the old man Xu."
The girl in the yellow shirt grinned, although she was less than twenty-eight years old, she was already charming.
After speaking, the girl took the two paintings on the table and handed it to the old man.
The old man unfolded one of the paintings and placed it on the table, and was about to continue copying, when he heard a soft voice from Qu Wushuang beside him.
This old man is not an ordinary person, but Qu Zhengqian, the military general of Guangyang County, who worshiped the Wupin military general in Wu Guoguan, but last year he was discharged and returned to the field to return to his hometown.
The girl in the yellow shirt is his granddaughter Qu Wushuang, free and intelligent, with the guidance of a famous teacher, all of which are fine in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her vision is naturally extremely high.
Hearing his granddaughter's voice, Qu Zhengqianqi said, "Shuang'er, what's wrong, is there something wrong with the painting I bought today?"
” As she spoke, she also looked sideways, and saw a picture of Qinglian in Qu Wu's hands, she was staring at this picture, but she didn't hear his question.
Qu Zhengqian knew his granddaughter's temperament, if it weren't for the fact that there was something special about this painting, he would definitely not be so distracted, so he also looked at the painting carefully.
There is only one leaf of green lotus in the painting, there is no inscription, there is no ink of the painter, and the paper is also extremely ordinary, let alone framed.
But it is a very ordinary painting in Qu Zhengqian's eyes, but Qu Wushuang is fascinated by it.
After a long time, Qu Wushuang came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, but Miaomu was still nostalgic for the painting, as if he had seen a peerless treasure.
Qu Zhengqian touched his beard at this time, but he didn't see any way, so he was puzzled: "Shuang'er, I saw that you lost your mind when looking at the painting, but I see that this painting is no different from the painting painted by the old man Xu who sold paintings before." ” Qu Wushuang heard it this time, but shook his head and said: "Grandpa, this painting is extraordinary, Old Man Xu's painting is compared with this painting, like fireflies compared to Haoyue, the person who painted this painting, Old Man Xu can't catch up with it after 20 years of hard practice." ” After speaking, Qu Wushuang took another picture of green bamboo, which was also like a treasure, and took the last word, which was a word of encouragement, "Be angry and know all the words in the world, and be determined to read all the books in the world."
Words are good, words are better.
Qu Wushuang stared at this word, his eyes were full of brilliance, like a spring breeze, his breath couldn't help but be a little aggravated, and his budding chest was also up and down.
"This word is well written, I am angry and knows all the words in the world, and I am determined to read all the books in the world, good words, good words."
Qu Zhengqian praised at this time, he is a martial artist, although he can also read and read words, but most of the books he reads are military books, of course he doesn't know how good this character is.
Qu Wushuang smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, of course this word is good, it was written by Su Wensheng back then, and everyone in the world encouraged himself with this word." ” Qu Zhengqian blushed when he heard it, although he didn't know the origin of this word, but how could he not have heard of the name of Su Wensheng of Wu Guo, and he was embarrassed to ask more at the moment, so he quickly changed the topic: "Since you said that this painting and calligraphy are good, it is really good, and I don't know where Chang Degui bought this kid, I called him, let's ask." ” After a while, the housekeeper Chang Degui was called in, and when he heard the question of his master and Miss Wushuang, he hurriedly told him about the purchase of paintings.
Hearing that it was bought from a young man, both Qu Zhengqian and Qu Wushuang were a little disappointed, obviously this painting is unlikely to come from the hand of a young man, it must be someone else's work, but even so, Qu Wushuang still told Chang Degui to immediately invite the young man into the mansion to talk about it.
It's just that Chang Degui obviously has to run for nothing, because Shi Lin Wei has already returned to Wei Yuan's yard with a bucket of rice and a pound of dried fish
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