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Nan Wanguo, the head of the second room, said: "Big brother, don't mention the past, the past is over, let's talk about the present, what do you think, take our last bit of life-saving money to the casino, and bet on the guy who hurt us?"

Nan Wanjun twisted his eyebrows and said: "Let's bet to win money, not to bet on righteousness, whoever can win will of course bet on whom." ”

"The question is, on what basis do you know that you can win?" asked Nan Wanguo.

In fact, this was a common question for all the people present, and everyone was staring at Nan Wanjun to see what answer he could come up with.

Nan Wanjun looked at his daughter Nan Qiaoyun and said with a smile: "It was still Qiaoyun who reminded me, whether we admit it or not, we can only say that that bastard is indeed the time when his luck is at its most vigorous, and when a person's luck is at its highest, even if he goes out and kicks a stone, he can turn it into gold, will he still lose?"

"My mother, is that why you made a bet?" Nan Wanguo's mouth was open enough to stuff a duck egg.

Pinning his hopes on illusory luck, this thing can only be done by Nan Wanjun, he is betting on the life money of the entire family.

"I have already thought about it, if this money is lost, all the land and real estate of our long house will be sold immediately, and all the compensation will be paid to everyone, if it is not enough, we will sell it. If you win, the money you win will be divided equally among the rooms. Nan Wanjun said solemnly.

As soon as Nan Wanjun said this, the others could only shake their heads and be speechless, if they lost, he would bear all the responsibility, and if he won and everyone shared it equally, it was equivalent to taking money for nothing, so why not.

This matter is still Nan Qiaoyun's idea.

She made a serious reflection on what happened before, and slowly found that everything that went against the situation basically didn't do well in the end, how powerful the Ancestor Protector Sect and the Empty Dao Sect were, compared to what's more, just like an elephant compared to an ant, but these two factions were almost wiped out in Fengyang, and almost all the leading figures were missing.

Later, the Nan family also jumped over the wall in a hurry, united with several generations of good friends, and asked the seven killings to kidnap Moreover, it was not to extort 100,000 taels of silver in the hands of the Nan family, but to force the people behind him to appear, in that case, the government could deal with these people head-on, and maybe they could recover the robbed and stolen property of the Nan family.

But besides, none of the people behind him appeared, but the notorious Seven Kills were so frightened that they fled for some reason, and they disappeared one by one, and even the Nan family couldn't contact them after that.

On the contrary, Wenbin and Sisi have always been good friends with the situation, and now they have opened a mutton shop, which is to support such a broken pot and get some meat slices to shabu, but it is called a delicacy, and they make money every day. Nan Qiaoyun saw the pain in her eyes and heart, and washed her face with tears every day, she really regretted that she didn't have the beginning, her relationship with the Guo family was quite good at the beginning, but for some reason the ghost took a wrong step.

Not to mention, it's Wen Jie, who also helped to make a game for a child, and now it's starting to sell, and the small business is actually very hot.

Nan Qiaoyun was convinced, she thought that all this was destined, besides, her fate was good, and now her luck was booming, such a person could make a fortune if she closed her eyes and followed, and she must be asking for hardship if she walked with him.

Of course, the Nan family has no solution to the revenge of the other family, but revenge must also pay attention to timing, and cannot be brutal, otherwise the loss will be greater. The gold and silver property of the Nan family has been lost, and if it goes down, it will be people who will be lost, and if the Nan family is not good, the whole army may be wiped out, which will be a catastrophe of extermination.

At this moment, when it comes to life and death, we must be calm, restrained, and foresighted.

Knowing that he had opened a gambling game with Tang Bohu, Nan Qiaoyun immediately rushed back to talk to his father in detail, Nan Wanjun thought so, so he didn't discuss with everyone, and took the 20,000 taels of silver that the Nan family had gathered in various ways into the casino, wanting to make a fortune by luck.

Nan Wanjun did not regret taking that step at the beginning, taking risks for 10 million taels of silver, such an opportunity may only be once in a lifetime, and if it is missed, it will be gone, and it is worth sacrificing for this opportunity.

After a period of time, when he calmed down, he slowly believed that he was an immortal monster, whether it was the behemoth in the rivers and lakes such as the Ancestor Protector Sect and the Empty Dao Gate, or the Imperial Imperial Procuratorate, they couldn't do anything to him, except for his good luck and the blessing of the Mandate of Heaven, he couldn't find any other reason to explain what happened to him.

Su Qingdong didn't know about these news, otherwise he might not have sent a letter to Tang Bohu so happily.

Besides, he naturally didn't know that his mortal enemy actually gave him such a high evaluation: good luck and the blessing of destiny.

But even if he knew, he would laugh it off, and now he didn't know anything about the Nan family at all, and his mind was attracted by Qiu Xiang, who modeled for him.

From the afternoon, besides, let Qiu Xiang pose for herself, wanting to discover the potential beauty of Qiu Xiang.

This kind of beauty must have a shocking visual impact, so that once people's eyes fall on the painting, they can never take their eyes off.

Autumn fragrance is naturally extremely beautiful, but it is not easy to capture the beauty of a moment and reproduce it perfectly on the canvas.

For almost an hour, besides, Qiu Xiang tossed more than ten postures, but still couldn't find the best angle.

Qiu Xiang was quite happy and never tired of it, but when she saw the unsatisfied look in her eyes, she smiled bitterly and said: "The parents are like this, how can they not draw the immortals, Gongzi, you will just paint." ”

Xiao Nier smiled beside her: "Nonsense, you look like a fairy, otherwise that Tang Gongzi wouldn't have pestered you like kraft candy." ”

"Where does he see that I am beautiful, he sees me as a bully. Qiu Xiang gossiped with Xiao Nier while posing.

Silk and Pomegranate both retreated to a table by the door and sat and watched.

"It's harder to draw a person to give birth to a child than a woman to give birth. Pomegranate frowned.

"You're talking nonsense again, do you know about women giving birth?"

"Haven't you ever eaten pork, haven't you ever seen a pig run? There are a lot of books written, have you ever heard a joke between a literati and his wife?" said that a literati wrote an article at night, but he couldn't write it, and his wife was anxious for him when she saw it, and then scolded him for being incompetent, saying that it was more difficult for you literati to make an article than for us women to have children?

The literati smiled bitterly and said, You women have children in their stomachs, and I can't write articles because I don't have them in my stomach.

Although Sisi didn't make a sound, she also wondered at this time, if writing an article is a fiction facing the wall, maybe you can't write it, and how can you not draw a painting, whether it is a scene or a person, in front of you?

After smiling, she also sighed, feeling that painting is indeed much more difficult and complicated than calligraphy.

"I heard that Bohu didn't go well either, and it seemed that he was also losing his temper at home and smashing things. Silk whispered to Pomegranate.

"That's right, this is all their own doing, it was just a competition, and it was hard to make a big deal, and to bet so high, it's like a mountain on their heads, and it's strange that they can calm down and paint well. Pomegranate saw the problem at a glance.

"And there really is so much silver?" Sisi was referring not to the jewels, but to the silver.

"There should be, I don't know anything about him, since he dares to bet, there must be. Pomegranate was confused but not worried.

"Bohu and Zhengming are all empty bets, and they want empty gloves to white wolves, this is what Wen Bin said. Sisi revealed another secret.

"I have long known that Bohu's little family foundation has been almost tossed by him over the years, and Zhengming's family foundation is already thin, if they lose this time, see what they will compensate. Pomegranate scoffed.

The two of them looked a little ugly at first, first thinking that they would not dare to fight at all, and then they felt that they had a good chance to win money. Pomegranate still had a look of disdain on her face when she remembered it at this time.

Until the evening, I still couldn't find the best pose and the best angle to depict Akika, so I had to continue tomorrow.

"Boy, there are a lot of tricks, you have to have a model to paint, your shelf is too big. At the dinner table, Zhou Dingcheng laughed at him.

"So what, Bohu may have found a model with a body proportion similar to Qiu Xiang's. Besides, he argued.

Besides, I know that Zhou Dingcheng never uses models or sketches to paint, he can paint them one stroke at a time just by sitting there, and they are all of a very high level of realm.

However, he guessed that Tang Bohu must have used models, and his best spring palaces may have been painted in front of prostitutes in the Qinglou, and those prostitutes were naturally willing to be nude models for him.

Compared with later generations of painters, the biggest disadvantage of the painters of the ancient times is that the proportions of the human body are not accurately drawn, which is the disadvantage of not using models. However, ancient paintings can make up for the shortcomings in artistic conception, composition, and painting skills, so on the whole, painting is not as good as the generation, rather than the generation being stronger than the next.

What is the reason for this, and I have never been able to find out the answer, why the ancients are better than later generations in all aspects, for example, the painters of the Sui and Tang dynasties of the two Jin and Sui dynasties are not comparable to the painters after the Song Dynasty, but the murals of the Qin and Han dynasties are inferior, and the outbreak period of painting is in the two Jin, Sui and Tang dynasties, is it related to Buddhism?

This historical period is the era when Buddhism came to the east and the Eastern and Western cultures were integrated, and perhaps it was really the spark that came out of the fusion of the two cultures, which made Chinese calligraphy and painting reach the highest peak, which can also be called a cultural revival in Chinese history.

Of course, this does not mean that if you worship Buddha and Zen every day, the level of painting must be high, and art still has its own rules. There is no shortage of poets and painters in all dynasties, and their level is still much worse than that of literati on the whole.

"Boy, do you want me to paint the foundation for you, and you render and color it?" Zhou Dingcheng asked tentatively.