"Although Dong Yi's paintings are not as good as Shi Wei, the best painter in the world, even if it is a fake, this painting may be sold for hundreds of taels of silver. Do you want to say a word?"
The shopkeeper of the bookstore looked at Lu Jin's cold face and did not expect that he actually understood the calligraphy and painting market, and even compared it with Shi Wei. Shi Wei's painting skills were unmatched in the world, but it was a pity that he had stopped writing. This is the biggest regret for many literati.
, so much so that his circulated paintings are worth tens of thousands of gold, which can be described as priceless.
It's just that his paintings are so rare that there are almost none on the market.
The bookstore owner's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the imitation painting and quietly swallowed his saliva: "Then, can the young master also imitate Shi Wei's paintings?"
Lu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes, but I don't want to imitate it now. Do you want this painting in the shop?"
The shopkeeper of the bookstore didn't even blink: "Yes! When did the young master want to imitate Shi Wei's paintings? Can he bring them to the shop?"
Lu Jin curled his lips and said nothing. He took thirty taels of silver and left the shop.
He had a photographic memory from childhood, and copying and imitating paintings came easily to him. Dong Yi, the tutor of the crown prince, taught him knowledge, and Shi Wei, his brother-in-law, taught him painting. However, he disappeared five years ago, and it was rumored that he could no longer seal his pen.
Painting, but little did he know that the other person was nowhere to be found.
However, if I am short of money in the future, it is not impossible to borrow his technique to paint a few paintings.
Lu Jin walked into Jade Pavilion. The waiter who was dozing at the shop saw someone coming in and immediately greeted him with a smile on his face: "Sir, what do you want to order?"
Lu Jin placed it on the peony hairpin at a glance. Is this the one An Shuyao was talking about?
The peonies are delicate and pretty, which complements her very well.
He stroked it carefully with his fingers, and then handed it to the waiter: "Put it up."
"Okay, a total of three taels of silver."
The hairpin was placed in a long box. Lu Jin paid the money to take it and stuffed it into his arms.
Just when he came out, it started to rain again. Fortunately, there was an umbrella shop not far away. He bought two umbrellas so that An Shuyao wouldn't have to borrow others' ones when he went out in the future.
He left holding a paper umbrella with red plum blossoms printed on it. Under the eaves not far from him, there was a figure curled up. She watched Lu Jin coming out of Jade Pavilion indifferently and bought another umbrella.
As she watched, she couldn't help laughing.
Shi Huanhuan's whole body ached. Although Yan Lu spared her, he also beat her. If she had been more attractive and attractive, I don't know if she would have escaped Yan Lu's hands alive.
She touched the medicine bag in her arms and gave all the money she had to Yan Lu. Fortunately, she bought the medicine first and An Shuyao had to atone for what she had committed.
The Qian family will not let her go...
When Lu Jin arrived at the wonton shop, An Shuyao had already been sitting for a stick of incense. When she saw Lu Jin, she stood up and asked, "Ms. sir, where have you been?"
Lu Jin closed his umbrella, and raindrops fell to the ground: "I bought some things, have you concluded the negotiations?"
An Shuyao nodded: "It's been fine a long time ago. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"How much does this shop cost?"
An Shuyao's lips moved slightly, and Xiaolu blinked: "Seven hundred taels, but I can solve it here. I gave away fungus that day and sold several recipes to Yuan Yi. I earned the money."
Lu Jin's pupils were filled with her shadow. An Shuyao felt a little uneasy under such a gaze, and her voice became much softer: "Mr. sir, don't you believe me?"
Lu Jin looked at the rain curtain. The rain was dripping down and wrapped in the cold wind. It was very cold.
His voice was cold: "Believe it."
An Shuyao smiled and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Where An Shuyao couldn't see him, his eyes became colder inch by inch again.
He never told her.
She is very unsuitable for lying.
Lu Jin smiled at her and handed her an umbrella: "Go home."
An Shuyao nodded and said to the back: "Grandma Yang, I'll come back the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, little lady, walk slowly."
The two of them walked in tandem. An Shuyao looked at Lu Jin's back. She found that Lu Jin seemed to have become much gentler. At least when he smiled, he was the most handsome person she had ever seen.
An Shuyao closed the umbrella, pulled Lu Jin's arm, and hid with him. The umbrella was big enough to hide two people.
Lu Jin moved the umbrella closer to her. Fortunately, Dasheng's folk customs were still open, women could show their faces, and no one would say anything when couples held hands on the street.
The two of them walked along the long street, listening to the raindrops on the umbrellas.
An Shuyao thought, in this world, it seems that it would be good to live a normal life with Lu Jin, with another child around her.
At this moment, she couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but there had been subtle changes. If nothing happened, she would not be divorced from Lu Jin anymore.
Because of the rain, it was already afternoon when they went back.
To An Shuyao's surprise, she met Hu Jun, who had disappeared for several days.
He was waving his fan in the cold weather, and seemed to have overcome his fear. He walked swaggeringly in the village. An Shuyao glanced at him and looked away.
Hu Jun's tense heart immediately relaxed. Look, he still had to go out and hide for a few days. As expected, the man named An forgot about it. For a moment, he was quite contented, and his uneasy heart suddenly became calm again.
When An Shuyao arrived home, they had already prepared meals.
The rice was cooked by Liu Yuxue, the fire was cooked by An Yunrui, and the vegetables were fried by An Jingzhou... The three people had a clear division of labor.
An Jingzhou took the opportunity to have a meal here again, but she didn't expect that An Jingzhou could cook.
An Shuyao looked around An Jingzhou. His body was covered with mud. It seemed that he had gone to the fields to hoe with An Yunrui.
Seeing An Shuyao coming back, An Jingzhou finished the last bite of rice and asked: "Little sister...um...and brother-in-law, do you want to eat?"
He seemed to treat this place as his own home. An Shuyao's face turned dark: "An Jingzhou!"
An Jingzhou took out his ears, and the young man looked innocent: "I know, I'll go out right now."
As he spoke, he carried the hoe placed at the door: "Fourth brother, I'll wait for you in the wasteland."
An Yunrui took the time to answer: "Okay."
An Shuyao: "..."
An Shuyao was convinced. Among the seven brothers of the An family, An Jingzhou was the most optimistic, romantic, affectionate, and free-spirited. He acted as if he hadn't heard the harsh words she said and still went his own way. An Shuyao had nothing to do with him.
After An Hao finished eating, he continued to guard his puppy. Unexpectedly, a three-year-old person could take care of a puppy very meticulously.
After feeding and drinking, Nai Gouzi became a lot more energetic. After drinking the water from the spiritual spring, he was no longer in a dying state.
He put charcoal into the stove with his little hand, raised his head and asked An Shuyao: "Little aunt, let's give the puppy a name."
An Shuyao squatted next to him, reached out and plucked the dog's ears, and asked funnyly: "What do you want to name it?"
An Hao's little face was serious: "It is as white as a pear blossom. How about we call it pear blossom?"