After sending Meng Yuanan away, Jiang Yan began to clean up the house. The yard must have been unoccupied for a while, and the table was covered with dust everywhere.

"Come out to work!"

At Jiang Yan's collar and cuffs, several small paper figures poked their heads out.

"We are going to live here for a long time in the future, so let's clean it up."

The literary style of the Qing Dynasty was very prosperous. Even a stone quarry had his own study room, complete with bookshelves and desks, but it is now abandoned.

Jiang Yan was sitting on the chair behind the desk and taking a nap. Seven or eight little paper figures were responsible for mopping the floor and wiping the table. The whole room was busy.

When he woke up, the house had been tidied up. After completing the task, the little paper man waved his arms on the table to declare victory. He rented this yard and spent everything he had. The most important thing now is to make money.

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It is not difficult for a painter to make money, the easiest way is to sell paintings!

However, he didn't have much paint left at the moment and needed to save it for emergencies. Jiang Yan thought that the middle-grade painting of Sanchuan Longqiu, which was made for the Gongsheng Examination, should be able to sell for a good price.

He sold the paintings to buy paints, bought the paints to paint, and then sold the paintings again after finishing the paintings. Jiang Gu felt that he could become the richest man in the future if he made money properly. The world was so promising!

Stalls selling calligraphy and paintings can be found everywhere in the Qing Dynasty. Jiang Yan found a place with a lot of people and directly unfolded and hung the Sanchuan Longqiu painting.

The Sanchuan Longqiu Painting is a medium-grade painting. Paintings of this quality are usually taken away by merchants or painting studios and then resold. When Jiang Yan first came here, he could only choose the most degrading method of selling it on the street.

If this painting were hung in Lin'an City, not many people in Lin'an City would be able to judge the quality of this painting, but this is the Qing capital!

When an old man selling fish next to him saw the painting, he put down his work and came over, looking up and down several times.

"What a beautiful painting. Not only is it majestic, but it also has an aura that rushes out and hits your face. If the paint had been better, it might have been a good painting."

As soon as the fish seller finished speaking, another person walked over to the vegetable stall.

"Difficult! This painting is indeed very good, but the flaws are also obvious. You can see that the hasty writing here has greatly compromised the shape of the waterfall. Especially because the painter's spiritual power is weak, the whole painting lacks aura. It is difficult to reach the height of a good painting."

"Young man, which academy are you a student of?" someone asked.

"Late born from Lin'an City"

"Shanglinyuan?"

The onlookers looked at each other and whispered.

"Every year, I am at the bottom of the list of Linfu College entrance examinations. How can I train a student who can produce middle-grade paintings?"

"You didn't know this, but this year is different. Lin Wanxi, one of the four outstanding figures in Yunzhou, is now a member of the Shanglin Academy."

Several people exchanged words with each other, and soon a lot of people gathered in front of the picture of Sanchuan and Longqiu.

Some people are commenting on the Shanglin Academy, some are commenting on how good Jiang Lian is, and many people are commenting on the paintings, with mixed results.

"Don't be picky, this painting is considered to be the best among medium-grade paintings. Little brother, I'll give you two thousand taels, can you part with it?" A middle-aged man with a fat body asked with a smile.

"Since you know it's the best among medium-grade paintings, why do you still offer two thousand taels? How can you be embarrassed? I'll offer three thousand taels."

A low-grade painting can be sold for seven or eight hundred taels, an ordinary painting can be sold for about one thousand taels, and a medium-grade painting can already reach the price of two thousand taels. This person is indeed very sincere when he calls for three thousand taels.

Qingdu people's love for poetry, calligraphy and painting has been deeply rooted in their bones. The owner of his house in Mahuang Lane, a quarrying craftsman, still has two calligraphy paintings worth a thousand taels hanging in his house.

Moreover, when people in the Qing capital visit relatives and friends, the best gifts are also calligraphy and paintings by scribes. If a calligraphy treasure by a famous artist can be hung in the home, the owner's taste and class will immediately improve a lot.

The price of three thousand taels is already quite high, but there are also others who are determined to get it.

"I will pay four thousand taels"

"Four thousand two hundred taels"

"I will pay eight thousand taels"

Jiang Yan glanced at the crowd and saw that the person bidding was actually Liu He.

"Master Jiang, we meet again," Liu He said with a smile.

"Liu Gongfeng, why are you here?"

"I want eight thousand taels of paintings, but I hope you can follow me to meet someone."

Eight thousand taels was far beyond the value of a medium-quality painting. After Liu He made the offer, no one followed up.

"If Liu Gongfeng wants to leave, there's no need to meet people." Jiang Yan didn't have much good impressions of the people from Wuling Trading Company.

"Eight thousand five hundred taels!"

When Liu He was about to continue his persuasion, a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes with a vicissitudes of life directly overwhelmed Liu He.

"Nine thousand taels"

"Ten thousand"

Ten thousand taels! Everyone was talking about it. There were countless painters in the Qing capital who could make high-quality paintings. Buying one for ten thousand taels was simply crazy.

This middle-aged man didn't care what others were saying, he looked determined to get this painting.

Seeing this, Liu He could only bow his hands towards Jiang Chan and the middle-aged man, and then left with some regret.

"Master Jiang, we will meet again"

Jiang Yan rolled up the picture of Sanchuan Longqiu. Although he was a little reluctant to let it go, he was forced by life.

"This painter is Fu Yueming, the shopkeeper of Minglou. I don't have enough money with me. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to go back with me to pick it up. It's not far away, just on the street in front."

“What’s so inconvenient about this?”

Jiang Yan has developed a good habit since Nanping Town, that is, he must have a correct attitude towards his customers and respond to their requests.

Jiang Yan followed Fu Yueming and finally arrived at the place he was talking about. The so-called Minglou was actually just a shaky building with only two floors high. There was also a plaque hanging on it that seemed to be about to fall down and hit people at any time.

The second word is 'Minglou'.

"Come in quickly and let Painter Jiang laugh."

Fu Yueming was also a little embarrassed and politely invited Jiang Yan in.

The interior was quite clean, and there were a lot of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Jiang Yan took a few glances, and most of them were low-grade ordinary paintings, and even inferior ones were hung on the walls.

"I'm also here at Minglou. Shopkeeper Fu, let's clear the money and goods as soon as possible. I have other things to do," Jiang Yan said.

"this…."

Seeing Fu Yueming trying to speak but then stopping, Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't be a liar.

Jiang Yan thought for a while, if this person is really his own drawing, Fat Tiger can eat meat, and he can gather some yin power, it won't be a loss for both sides!

"Shopkeeper Fu won't say you have no money, right? This is a big joke."

"I just don't have enough for the moment," Fu Yueming smiled sheepishly.

“How much more is left?”

"There are still more than nine thousand taels left!"

Jiang Yan was confused. Is this human language? It's only nine thousand, and there's more?

I originally thought that if the difference was not too big, I wouldn't mind selling the painting to him at a discount. But now after hearing that the painting will not be discounted, I just want to give the man in front of me a discount on his legs!

Jiang Yan was a little unhappy and stood up to leave, but Fu Yueming hurriedly stopped him.

"Painter Jiang, I have no money, but I have a business I want to discuss with you."

"How do you want to talk"

You have no money and still want to talk about business? Jiang Yan wanted to see how this person defrauded this painting from him with his empty words.
Chapter completed!