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Chapter 102

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    "What are you looking at? So preoccupied." Hua Yu couldn't help but ask a few words, after all, sitting in such a gloomy day, sitting in one of the few teahouses, is really a bit boring.

    "No, it's nothing." Xiang Ziyu came back to his senses, and couldn't help but glance at the opposite painting shop. Just now, he saw a girl in crescent white and a veil, and a bright red dress beside her,  She walked into the painting shop with two young maids.

    Looking familiar, especially the back, no matter how you look at it, it looks like her.  Hua Yu suddenly called out, interrupting his thoughts, took a sip of tea, and replied: "I just looked at the gloomy street in a daze, most of you in the south of the Yangtze River are rainy, such days should be very common, right?  "

    Hua Yu smiled: "Although Jiangnan is mostly cloudy and rainy, it is different from Chang'an. The dark clouds there are not so heavy, and the rain is not heavy, but light rain, misty rain. It's not like here.  repressed."

    "What you said, I want to go to Jiangnan to have a look." Xiang Ziyu responded casually, his mind still on that shadow of his back.

    Hua Yu took a sip of tea, looked at the overlapping yellow walls and black tiles, and said with emotion: "It seemed to be such a cloudy and rainy day when I left Chang'an, it was gloomy and terrible, and I was afraid that I would never come back.  After Jiangnan, they all said that Jiangnan, Xiaoqiao people, are completely different from Chang'an's majestic atmosphere, butthere is still not the destination. We still have to go back to Chang'an."

    Xiang Ziyu smiled knowingly, touched the rim of the cup by mistake, "Jiangnan is a good place to live your life, but Chang'an is a place where you can display your ambitions."

    "Indeed."

    "Miss, I've found it, I've found it!" Hua Lu exclaimed a few times, hearing all the noises at the front door, and consciously lowered her voice: "HereMiss, do you see this?"

    As he said that, he pulled out that pair of paintings from a pile of paintings with all his strength. The painting was a bit cloudy, and the ink in several places was smeared. It was probably a painting by an unknown artist.  It was sold directly to this painting shop, and even the binding was troublesome.

    Huarong took the painting and looked it up and down. The area mark on the top is undoubtedly Nanshan. The artist is good. It is the scenery of Bashui in Nanshan. Although there are ink smudges, it does not affect the overall beauty, and the strokes are gentle  , but it outlines the magnificence of Nanshan, which makes Huarong a little surprised.

    "That's right, it's indeed Nanshan's painting. Look again and see if the other one is there?" Huarong crouched in a pile of paintings, searching around. Now that she found this one, she is concerned about the existence of the other one.  Huarong was a little more convinced, "Hua Lu, pass me that pile for a look."

    "Oh, good." Hua Lu reacted quickly, stepped forward a few steps, lifted a thick bag and put it in front of Huarong, and then continued to rummage.

    The two worked together and found another pair after a while. On the other hand, the thick stacks of paintings in the corner were almost searched, and this pair and the previous one should be from the same person in terms of style and brushwork.  .

    "Boss." Huarong stretched out her pink fist and tapped lightly on the tall long table a few times, "Both paintings have been found."

    "Huh? Found it?" The shopkeeper stretched lazily, like waking up from a dream, and yawned several times in succession, causing Hua Rong and Hua Lu to be infected, and wanted to slap a few,  "The two girls are very lucky. This thing has been piled up here for several years. I was about to throw it away, but I didn't expect it to be found by you."

    Huarong looked at the painting, puzzled and said: "It seems that the painter is good, and it can be regarded as a perfect one. It is much better than the few pairs outside."  Compared with the paintings, the one in my hand is much better, "Why did you throw it away? It will definitely sell for a good price if you take it out."

    The shopkeeper took a few glances at the gold-embroidered painting, then at the painting in Huarong's hand, and said casually but irrefutablely: "Here those two paintings are made by everyone, and there are also paintings in Chang'an City.  Famous. And these two pairs in the girl's hand"

    The shopkeeper sized it up and said with a smack of tongue: "That's good, but the person who couldn't draw this painting is unknown, even with this painting, it's gone forever, and Nanshan is a remote and poor place, who would like to paint Nanshan? Those high-ranking officials and nobles  Everyone likes the majestic ancient city paintings like Chang¡¯an, or the Yanyu paintings of rich places like Jiangnan. It¡¯s common for this kind of paintings to be unappreciated. If the girl likes it, I can sell it at a discount  to the girl."

    The last two sentences are extremely casual, as if giving it away for free is not a problem. Of course, it is also good to charge that little money.

    Regarding the shopkeeper's words, Huarong couldn't say a single rebuttal or justification, she just sighed and put the two words on the long table, "Then wrap it up for me."

    "Okay!" The shopkeeper's old face was filled with a smile, and his lazy body became more relaxed, "Although these two paintings are not well-known, they are still pretty good. It's a gloomy day, and there are few guests.  This is the first order, let me give the girl a cheap price, how about two pieces of ten taels? It's a good start."

    "Two pairs of ten taels?" Hua Lu immediately became unhappy when she heard it. After hearing so much, it is nothing more than the fact that the paintings are not appreciated by people who are not famous, and some places on the top are smudged. These ten taels are indeed a bit"  Didn't you see that we are easy to bully, and you sincerely like this painting, so you came to rob us?! Look at several places on this painting that are smudged, it's already"

    The listener, Hua Lu, said a lot, and the shop owner quickly surrendered. He thought that two people had been taken advantage of and asked for more, but he didn't expect it to be a good one, "That's all, that's all.  Then how about five taels? Five taels cannot be less. No matter how little I am, I will lose money!"

    Hua Lu thought about it for a while, and once it dropped by half, five or two pictures could barely be accepted, so she kept silent and waited for Huarong to speak.

    Huarong didn't think too much, and directly took out five taels of broken silver from her sleeve and put it on the table, "Please trouble the store to wrap it up."

    "Okay!" The shopkeeper collected the broken silver, and the hand that had stopped bandaging became agile again. When he took the rope to fasten it, his fingers stretched into the ribbon and paused for a moment, then he took a hemp rope and wrapped it casually.

    "By the way, does the shopkeeper know who painted these two paintings?"

    "The painter?" The shopkeeper paused, raised his head slightly, thought for a while and said, "A poor scholar from Nanshan, I didn't want to accept these two paintings at first, but at that time, he had no food to eat, and he was about to  Starving to death, as for me, once my heart softened, I took it as a good thing and accumulated virtue, so I collected these two paintings, you see, hasn¡¯t this been suppressed for so many years"

    Speaking of this, the shopkeeper handed the wrapped painting to Huarong, walked from behind the long table to the door, pointed to Xiexi and said: "Hey I remember he used to live in a small thatched hut in that area  , I heard that I have read a lot of books and wanted to participate in the scientific examination, but unfortunately there is no way out. If I don¡¯t come to Chang¡¯an to try my luck, I will live there.¡± (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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