The main street in Yangping County is quite lively, with people coming and going, and traffic.
There are often caravans passing through, trading spiritual herbs, medicinal herbs, the flesh and blood of ferocious beasts and other items.
Except for the more conspicuous huge white cemetery, it is not much different from the capital.
Jishi Medicine Hall.
There is a couplet hanging outside the door.
I wish there was no suffering in the world, I would rather take medicine and live in dust.
This is the largest medicine hall in Yangping County. It is a good news for the people because they do business with integrity.
The shopkeeper's surname is Sun, a grey-haired and kind old man.
Fang Mu walked into the medicine hall and asked with some embarrassment: "Shopkeeper, can I set up a stall selling paintings in front of your door? You won't be allowed to set it up anywhere else. I promise it won't affect the patients' access."
Shopkeeper Sun was over seventy years old, energetic and kind-hearted. He looked at Fang Mu's body and said with a smile: "Little brother, you are free."
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
Fang Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
There is a place to set up a stall.
After a long circuit in Yangping County, there were indeed a few markets where Juxiang Masters traded, but he was new here and had no qualifications to enter. As for other shops, Fang Mu himself did not like them. As for some large shops with their own appraisers,
Chamber of Commerce, Fang Mu didn’t want to attract too many people’s attention.
After all, the Fang family has a lot of influence in Tianqing.
If it attracts the attention of the Fang family, it will become more troublesome.
After thinking again and again, Fang Mu chose a very simple and back-to-nature path - setting up a stall.
But there are also things to pay attention to when setting up a stall.
If you want to wait for customers to know the goods, naturally you can't place them in a remote alley.
But stalls are often not allowed on busy streets.
After searching for a long time, Fang Mu found that setting up a stall in front of the drug store was a good choice.
A small painting stall was set up.
There are several lifelike and spiritual paintings on it, which have a bit of the style of famous teachers. If they were placed in a shop that sells paintings and calligraphy, they should be able to sell for a high price.
But what Fang Mu really wants to sell is the soaring golden dragon picture hidden in the corner.
This was the first time he realized the magical power of old picture albums.
This is the first one-time divine picture he drew.
There is no use keeping it for himself.
It's better to sell it and get some money.
But he didn't want to sell his hard work so casually. Even if he sold it, he had to sell it at a good price to someone who was qualified to own it.
In the drug store, a quick and hard-working clerk asked curiously: "Shopkeeper, why do you let this man set up a stall at the door? It looks very annoying. You are not afraid that he will occupy it and refuse to leave."
The clerk's surname is Ye, and he works very hard.
So he is very popular with shopkeeper Sun.
Shopkeeper Sun smiled and said with a kind smile: "This young man is dusty and has a clean and clear temperament. He is not an ordinary person. Moreover, it is such an elegant thing as selling paintings, so what does it matter if he doesn't leave?"
The boy muttered a few words under his breath, but didn't dare to say anything more.
Half a day passed quickly.
The sunset looked dim and a bit dazzling.
A small paper umbrella was set up on the painting stall.
Fang Mu looked calm, meditating, and blended into the noisy street.
Occasionally, passers-by come to ask for prices.
When I heard the astonishing price, I cursed and chose to leave.
Shopkeeper Sun was minding his own business, leaning on the recliner to rest, closing his eyes and concentrating. At his age, he no longer had much obsession with the business in the pharmacy.
Good bowel movements are better, bad bowel movements are worse.
The waiter named Ye wiped the counter and whispered: "Shopkeeper, that guy hasn't sold a single painting for a long time."
"No way?" Shopkeeper Sun was a little surprised: "I took a look from a distance. Although the painting stall is simple, the paintings are quite spiritual and are excellent works."
"That kid is crazy. A painting costs fifty taels of silver. It's more expensive than the paintings sold in the Paint Brush Shop that the prince praised. Of course no one bought it."
Mr. Ye must have endured it for a long time, and poured out his words like he was pouring beans: "And he is so arrogant that he is so arrogant. If it were me, I wouldn't buy his paintings, so why should I be so angry?"
You don't know, he even sold one of his paintings for a full five hundred taels of silver. Although it looks good, it is too expensive! We can't earn this money even if we sell medicinal materials all day long."
He expressed his indignation about this.
It seems that he is mentally unbalanced.
Shopkeeper Sun was surprised, is this young man so weird?
He thought for a while: "Maybe he has his own deep meaning. This boy has been here for half a day and hasn't had a drop of water. You go get a bowl of water and deliver it. You go and ask, if this boy has difficulties in life, our drug store is willing to buy a painting.
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"Shopkeeper, there are fifty taels of silver here!!" Mr. Ye's eyes widened in disbelief.
"This young man doesn't look like an ordinary person, so he should be a good match." Shopkeeper Sun said with a smile: "Go quickly, these paintings are really good, old man, I am also very interested."
Being able to run such a large pharmacy certainly has extraordinary vision.
He even dealt with an alchemist.
Shopkeeper Sun naturally saw that Fang Mu had an extraordinary origin.
Even if you are down at this stage, you may not be in the future. Why not form a good relationship, but there is no need to say this.
Brother Ye reluctantly poured a bowl of water, then walked outside the shop and placed the water bowl on the painting stall with some annoyance: "No, drink water."
Fang Mu opened his eyes from meditation and saw the water bowl. He couldn't help but smile in surprise: "Thank you for the water, brother."
"It's our shopkeeper Sun who bought you a drink."
"That's it, then I'm not welcome." Fang Mu smiled and glanced at the old shopkeeper in the shop, nodded, and then took a bowl of water to drink.
The slightly cool water is very thirst quenching.
Mr. Ye said somewhat unhappily: "Your painting looks okay. Our shopkeeper Sun plans to buy one, but yours is too expensive. Our Jishi Medicine Hall allows you to set up a painting stall at the door, but you can't
It’s such a lie, give me a real price, fifty taels is too expensive.”
"Do you like it, Shopkeeper Sun?" Fang Mu said calmly: "Then just choose one, even if it's worth the money."
Brother Ye was surprised and doubtful: "Really?"
"Of course."
Fang Mu painted them all by himself, it didn't cost much, and if people are willing to let him set up a stall here, it doesn't matter if he reciprocates with a painting.
Mr. Ye immediately became happy, his eyes swept around the painting stall, pointing to the soaring golden dragon in the corner: "I think this is the best, I want it!"
"This?" Fang Mu shook his head: "This won't work."
"You just said you could choose whatever you want."
"Yes, you can choose any of these paintings that I sell for fifty taels, but I sell this picture for five hundred taels, so I can't give it away."
Brother Ye snorted dissatisfiedly: "How stingy. I don't see any difference between these. They are obviously the same. If you don't want to give, just say so."
Fang Mu laughed. He was not angry, he just found it interesting.
"Since there is no difference, why did you choose this one?" Fang Mu asked.
Mr. Ye replied: "Anyway, I feel the same, so I can choose whatever I want."
"Quite discerning."
"That's natural." When Brother Ye heard Fang Mu praising himself, he couldn't help but feel proud.
Fang Mu shook his head: "But this one doesn't work."