When the shopkeeper saw them, he was embarrassed and a little worried, because after someone recognized Wen Xin's Arhat picture, he spent a lot of money to ask him for Wen Xin's situation, he was greedy for money for a while, and did not hide Wen Xin's identity, in the end, he still said it, and thought that Yang Xianmao They were here to ask the teacher, and he was panicked at the moment, and he gave his hand again and again: "Yang Gongzi, it's you, I'm really embarrassed, you listen to my explanation." ”

Yang Xianmao waved his hand and said with a cold face: "Okay, if you want to explain, I know that we are here today, mainly to sell calligraphy and paintings, just give a good price." ”

The shopkeeper immediately breathed a sigh of relief, quickly wiped a cold sweat, and said, "The price guarantee of the small shop satisfies the child." ”

Wen Xin didn't say a word, walked to the table, picked up the brush, didn't even think for a moment, just picked up the pen and painted, only to see her fast or slow or rapid or slow, sometimes thick and colorful, sometimes fine depiction. This time, she used a much larger piece of paper than the last time, and the time it took was naturally much longer. It took nearly half an hour to finish the whole painting, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

When Wen Xin was painting, the shopkeeper Bi watched from the side, his face was full of reverence before, but in the end he slowly became **solemn, and in the end, he was actually depressed, looking at the painting stupidly, and he was so confused.

But it turned out that the painting copied by Wen Xin was the famous work of Wu Daozi, a Tang Dynasty painter known as the painting saint in the history of painting and calligraphy. This painting does what it should do, it stops where it should be. The lines flow freely, the momentum is magnificent, the skill is profound, and the objects are numerous, and this painting has been followed as the blueprint for later religious themes, especially Buddhist and Taoist murals, which shows its far-reaching influence.

After the fall of the Tang Dynasty, this painting was acquired by the monarch of Wu Yue and hidden in the inner courtyard of the palace. Wen Xin has loved painting since childhood, and has been instructed by many famous teachers, and there are many precious portraits of the previous dynasty for copying, among which this one of Wu Daozi's "Heavenly King Sending His Son", she has copied countless times, and some of the tricks have been pointed out by famous teachers, so this painting is exactly the same as Wu Daozi's original work, and it is not true to distinguish between true and false.

Wu Daozi's picture of the Heavenly King sending a child has been copied by many painters, so there are also copies circulating on the market. This shopkeeper is also a master of painting, and occasionally I have seen this kind of copy hanging in the house of a rich man, but that copy is not the same as the picture drawn by Miss Wenxin now, and the technique is far from the same.

He is a person who understands painting and knows the characteristics of Wu Daozi's painting style. Wen Xin's copy of the painting has already won its essence, so he put this painting next to Wu Daozi's picture of the king sending the son, so that people can distinguish, but I am afraid that few people can distinguish the real from the fake, and can distinguish who is the real work.

It's no wonder that the shopkeeper Bi lost his soul after seeing this famous picture of the Heavenly King sending his son, which was exactly the same as Wu Daozi.

After painting this picture, Miss Wen Xin paused for a moment, and then picked up her pen to write the words "Wen Xin copied Wu Daozi Heavenly King Sending His Son" in the blank space. In a panic, the shopkeeper knelt on the ground with a grunt, pulled Miss Wenxin's robe with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "Girl, please, stop here, don't write again." If you make a price for this painting, I will give you as much as I want, and I will never make a counteroffer, I beg you. ”

Wen Xin didn't look at him, nor did he hesitate, he grabbed the sleeve of his robe in his right hand, took the brush with his left hand, dropped the pen like flying, and wrote that line of words in the blank space. Although it is written with the left hand, it is no less powerful than the pen of the right hand.

"It's over......"

The shopkeeper wailed, let go of her sleeve robe, sat on the ground, and began to cry.

It's no wonder that this painting is so realistic, if Wen Xin didn't write those words, he could have used it to make a genuine handiwork and sell it, it was simply a priceless treasure, and if these words fell, the value would be worlds apart.

Wen Xin put the pen on the hill of the pen frame, took out her seal, and stamped it under the inscription, before turning to the shopkeeper who was crying on the ground and said, "Even if this painting is copied, it is enough for you to make a lot of money." The price of this painting, uh, will sell it to you......"

Yang Xianmao hurriedly coughed, blocked the price that Wen Xin was going to talk about later, and said to the shopkeeper Bi: "Okay, you get up, look at your bear-like appearance, and quickly say how much money do you plan to charge for this painting?" I warn you, I haven't settled the account with you yet, if this price is unfair, let's settle the old account and the new account together!"

The shopkeeper wiped a handful of tears, and said with a sad face: "Okay, the matter has come to this, and it can only be like this." As the girl said, even if it is a copy, it can be sold for a very high price. The old man didn't dare to deceive the girl. The girl is such a capable person, so she naturally knows the value of this painting. ”

When he said this, he got up and walked to the painting, carefully looked at the whole painting, stomped his foot, turned around and raised three fingers at Wen Xin.

"Three thousand taels?" Yang Xianmao's voice trembled a little. The size of the painting last time was much smaller, and Guan Xiu's reputation was far inferior to Wu Daozi, coupled with the reaction of the shopkeeper Bi just now, he knew that it was definitely not the three hundred taels of Guan Xiu's Arhat picture last time, and a zero should be added to the end.

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and nodded solemnly. This price is considered high, just because he was indeed a little ashamed of Yang Xianmao and them before, and leaked Wen Xin's news, so he wanted to make up for it, so he came up with a higher price than the normal price.

This price has exceeded Yang Xianmao's psychological expectations, and he can't help but be surprised and delighted, after this painting is sold, he can not only buy the entire pharmacy, but also buy all the land of the burned ruins, and also have the remaining money to build the house he wants to build.

Originally, Wen Xin originally wanted to say that the price was less than this, she didn't want to use calligraphy and painting to make money at all, and the reason why she did this twice against her will was all to help Yang Xianmao. Now after being blocked by Yang Xianmao, the price has risen a lot, and the money doesn't matter to her at all, but for the Yang family, it is a relief in the snow, and he needs start-up capital too much now, so he smiled silently.

So Yang Xianmao hurriedly clapped his hands and said, "Deal, hurry up and get the silver." ”

The shopkeeper is also very satisfied, even if he has this high price for this painting, he still makes money, after all, this painting is too similar, he sold the previous Luohan picture at a high price, and made a lot of money, and this time he will definitely make a profit, and he can't help but be overjoyed. At that moment, he hurriedly turned around, instructed the account office to prepare money, and sent a few capable men to send Yang Xianmao to the pharmacy in a carriage.

After leaving the calligraphy and painting shop, Hongshang'er's eyes straightened, and she said enviously to Wen Xin: "Miss Wen, you are a hand that turns stones into gold." In just half an hour, you will earn three thousand taels, and if you paint a few paintings every day, you will ......."

She originally said that if she wanted to sell it, it would definitely make a lot of money, but as soon as she said this, she saw Wen Xin's face gloomy, and she knew that she had said the wrong thing. She was very shrewd, and immediately changed her words, and continued: "...... Hang it on the wall for our young master, the pharmacy must be full of brilliance, and those literati and ink writers will definitely linger, even if they don't see a doctor, they have to come to see calligraphy and paintings, then our Huichun Hall will be famous. ”

Hearing Hongsheng'er's words behind her, a gentle smile appeared on Wen Xin's face, and she turned her head to Yang Xianmao and said, "Okay, I was happy that day, I will write you a plaque and paint a middle hall." But I won't copy other people's, I want to spend my own, you can hang it if you can see it, and if you don't like it, you can take it and burn it. ”

When Xian Mao heard this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said: "How can you not look at it, your paintings regard the shopkeeper of the calligraphy and painting shop as fools, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing and begging, who else can compare? ”

Wen Xin smiled, she was still quite conceited about her calligraphy and painting skills, she once secretly judged the painters of the world, and felt that she could surpass her own level, but there was really nothing.

They carried the money back to the Huichun Hall, Granny Sun had already prepared the house deed and land deed, and invited the local Li Zheng and the head of the yamen, as well as the official who was in charge of the transfer of the real estate, and signed the sales contract and handled the delivery, which was guaranteed by the Chinese, and the director of the yamen and the official signed and painted the pledge to testify, after all, it involved the delivery of a large amount of real estate, so Zhang and Granny Sun were very cautious, and would rather spend more money and invite all the people from the yamen to testify.

After the deed was signed, all the property title deeds were handed over to the Zhang family, and Grandma Sun counted them and asked her servants to transport the money back to the house. Grandma Sun then sold the rest of his shops, exchanged them for money, and hired a dart master to escort him back to his hometown to join her second son.

Zhang's holding the title deed of the property, looking up at the premises of the Huichun Hall Pharmacy, his heart blossomed, and said to Yang Mingde: "From now on, is this pharmacy our own?" Listening to her tone, he still couldn't believe that this was the truth, Yang Mingde smiled, turned his head to look at Wen Xin, and said gratefully: "This is all the credit of Miss Wen Xin, if she is not willing to ......"

Yang Xianmao was afraid that Wen Xin would be very unhappy about the topic of painting for sale, so he quickly stopped him and said, "Dad, let's hurry up and move the things back first, it's getting dark." ”

When it came to this topic, it was Yang Mingde who was the most nervous, nodded again and again, quickly hired a few carriages to transport goods, and called some strong men to help carry things, and finally transported all the medicinal materials, daily necessities and other things back to the pharmacy before dark.

Yang Mingde was very grateful to Miss Wen Xin, and repeatedly proposed to let Wen Xin live in his master bedroom, he lived in Yang Xianmao's wing with Zhang's family, and Yang Xianmao lived in the warehouse with Hongsheng'er, but Wen Xin shook her head and refused, and still put her things in the warehouse.

Yang Xianmao said to his father: "Don't worry, we have money in our hands now, so we will expand our business immediately and build a small yard for Miss Wenxin." ”

The father nodded again and again and said that it should be, and asked Yang Xianmao to discuss with Wen Wen.

Yang Xianmao found Wen Xin alone and told her about it in private.

Wen Xin couldn't help but smile when she heard Yang Xianmao's idea. She really wants to have a small courtyard of her own, she is a person with a habit of cleanliness, and it is really not a taste to let her live in the medicinal herb warehouse for a long time. But she still shook her head and refused: "Thank you for thinking about me." However, I don't want to have a yard of my own, I just need to have a house of my own. I'm not a princess anymore and I don't want to go back to my old life. ”

When Yang Xianmao heard this, he was very emotional, this is really the former Wang Xie Tingqian Yan, flying into the homes of ordinary people.