"This is the Yuewang Mountain in our Guangzhou City?"

The old man who sold herbal tea bought the painting, the original intention was just to "give it away", but when the painting was unfolded, he was fascinated at first sight. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info took the painting and looked at it for a long time, so he found a nail to nail it to the wooden pillar outside the tea shed.

"Although the old man is poor, but he has lived so much at such an age, although he has not bought any paintings, but he has seen a lot of them, and he has seen a lot of celebrities, I don't understand how good those paintings are, I only know that the more paintings that can be understood, the better the paintings. For example, the painting of Gongzi, the old man can see at a glance that it is our Yuewang Mountain in Guangzhou, which is good. I also know that this painting can't last long when it hangs in the wind and rain outside. But although I don't know how to read, I know how to do business. Fan Gongzi has just opened, and what he needs most is to let people know that this painting is hanging here, one is to pull a few guests for me, and the other is to pass on the name to Fan Gongzi, so that more people know that the Danqing kung fu at the head of the Nanhai case is very good, and he is now selling paintings. The old tea stall is inconspicuous, and there are some guests who come and go every day, as long as there are many people who know, the son will not worry about no business. ”

Fan Jin gave a salute to the old man, "Fan is grateful for my father-in-law's thoughts, and I don't know what to repay." ”

"The people of the South China Sea help the people of the South China Sea, and it is too far to say that they will be repaid. If it is convenient for Fan Gongzi, he will give Xiao Lao'er another painting, and Xiao Lao'er wants to stay at home as a souvenir. ”

"The old man is willing to appreciate his face, I happen to have a new painting here, this kind of painting, looking at Guangzhou, but there is no other semicolon, in front of you, Fan is ugly."

While Fan Jin was talking, he had already opened the bookcase, first took the paper from the inside and laid it on the tabletop, and then took out a pen with wood chips as the body and graphite as the core. Shopkeeper Wang watched from the side, very strange, "Master Fan, are you going to use an eyebrow pencil to paint?" ”

Graphite, also known as thrush stone, is used by women to draw eyebrows, and it is extremely rare to use it to make paintings. Fan Jin smiled: "This is not just a thrush stone, there are other things in it." He lowered his head between words, and began to compose on the paper, and the paper sounded, and the tea guests had already looked at the painting outside, looking at it and praising it.

"This Yue Wang Mountain is well drawn, and the reader is amazing. Not only is it good at studying, but it is also good at drawing. Seeing Fan Jin painting with an eyebrow pencil, his curiosity became even stronger, and many people began to lean over to see what he was drawing.

After watching it for a while, someone couldn't help but mutter, "What the hell is this?" How does it look weird, can this eyebrow pencil be painted? ”

"Yes, no wonder it is the first eyebrow pencil painting in Guangzhou, I think others have done this, but the painting is not successful at all."

"This painting is not right, the painting on Yuewang Mountain outside is very good, how can you say that people can't paint? This is the head of the South China Sea case, a talented man, can a talented man have something that he can't do? You see, isn't this a drawing? ”

"yes, it's a painting...... The king's shopkeeper? ”

On the painting paper, a bent old man holding a fan to sell tea has been formed, and the king shopkeeper is no different, everyone is beckoning the king shopkeeper to see, but someone shouted: "This ...... This is me! ”

Before the words fell, someone else had already scolded: "What are you shouting, who still doesn't recognize your appearance!" If you dare to mess with Fan Gongzi's drawing, be careful about Lao Tzu's fist! ”

Fan Jin lowered his head and continued to paint, only smiled: "It's nothing, this pencil drawing is not afraid of making mistakes, if you make a mistake, wipe it with a dry steamed bun, and you can go down, don't worry, this painting is just good when you talk." ”

After about a cup of tea, Fan Jin finally put down the pencil and saluted to the king's shopkeeper: "Please ask the old man to put on his wrist." ”

"Upper wrist?" The shopkeeper didn't understand what it meant, but there were also scholars among the tea guests, and explained: "Fan Gongzi is polite to you and let you advise." ”

"Advice...... It's a joke, where did I advise, this painting ...... I'm afraid that this painting is not only a few masters in the city can be instructed, even if the old decay is only a glance, it is a blessing from the cultivation in the previous life. It's the first time I've seen a painting like this after living for so long......"

I saw that on the snow-white drawing paper, the old man bent down to pour tea, the tea guests were taking copper coins and putting them on the table, behind the old man, the two tea guests were pointing fingers, talking was entering the port, the guests in the corner were lying on the table, burying their heads in their arms to sleep, in another place, a scholar was holding a pen to paint, and more than a dozen people around him stopped to watch. This painting actually depicts everything in the tea shed.

Relying on the blessing of the system, Fan Jin's sketching level is also a first-class level in later generations, and this painting is lifelike and vivid, presenting all the characters in the tea shed on this drawing paper. Several scholars in long robes among the tea guests were stunned when they looked at them, and only after a long time did they say to themselves: "It's too blind, such a great talent actually refuses to record, people say that there is no paper in the field, in my opinion, but it is not a talent in the field, this world is not fair!" ”

Several scholars took the lead, each took 50 yuan, and bought a painting by Fan Jin, but the other guests couldn't afford to pay 50 yuan, but they couldn't put down Fan Jin's sketch, and they couldn't stop lingering. Shopkeeper Wang was already preparing to roll up the painting, "This painting was given to old decay by Fan Gongzi, but it can't be hung outside, the wind and the sun will be blowing, and it will spoil things." ”

Fan Jin said: "This painting might as well be hung here, so that people can look at it and pass on the name of the pencil painting." As for the old man, I'll come back tomorrow and give you a pencil portrait alone, so you can put it away and don't have to hang it. ”

Shopkeeper Wang only felt extremely frightened, and thanked him again and again: "This ...... How can this make just two bowls of herbal tea, how can I change so much. Fan Gongzi, you come early tomorrow, and the little old man will prepare a few snacks for you, which can be regarded as a snack. The other tea guests hung the pencil sketch with the scenery of Yuewang Mountain in one place, pointing fingers outside, and still tasting endlessly.

Fan Jin said that he would not stay longer after this matter, mentioned the pretense, and walked on the street again. On the first day of business, Fan Jin didn't plan how good the business could be, according to his thoughts, it was unlikely that the first three days would be profitable. After all, paintings are not just needed, no matter how good your paintings are, the sales at the beginning will not be too big.

Pencil drawings, especially new things, may take a lot of time from birth to acceptance, but fortunately, he is not in a hurry to sell pencil drawings to get rich now, as long as the money earned can meet daily expenses, it doesn't matter. In the tea shed, I sold three paintings, and with one hundred and fifty wen, it was enough to survive today, and as for tomorrow's affairs, I will leave it for tomorrow to think about it.

When the day passed, Fan Jin was ready to go back. As soon as I walked through a diagonal street, I saw several men wearing straight shirts and square scarves coming, and the moon-white straight shirt on the head of the person was broken in a large piece, and the two sleeves were rolled up high, revealing half of the black arm.

The person behind him is either missing sleeves, or the scarf is blooming, and he looks very depressed. But the fierce eyebrows, the hideous expression, and the fist swinging with his arms full of momentum, actually blocked Fan Jin's way.

The leader was in his thirties, born with a black face and big ears, and looked like a relative of Hu Butcher, raised his finger and pointed at Fan Jin's nose and said, "You are Fan Jin, a hillbilly from Jinsha Township?" ”

"So what?"

"That's right, as a well-dressed person, you don't know self-love, and you actually started a businessman, didn't you lose the face of our scholars? Besides, you are still unclear with the third sister Liang who sells dog meat outside the city, regardless of the decency of the scholar. What's even more hateful, do you dare to make crooked poems to ridicule the great master during the county exam, do you still have the word respect for the elder in your eyes? A few of us are talents, we can't watch you behave nonsense, and damage my reputation as Shilin! Today, I will teach you a good lesson for the Great Grandmaster. Let you understand that Guangzhou is a place with rules and does not allow people to mess around. ”

Fan Jin took a step back and looked at a few people, "We don't know each other, why bother to be angry when we meet, there is something to discuss." You think there's something wrong with me, you can be reasonable, and if you don't know like this, you still think you're going to use force. ”

"You're right, we just want to give you some bitterness in your fists, you know it's amazing, smash his bookcase with me, and then send him to see the official!"

With an order from the leader, a slap hit Fan Jin in the face, but Fan Jin lowered his head and dodged the slap. secretly said in his heart: I don't know what kind of enemy this is, but I actually came up with a way to find Xiucai to smash the stall. I have to say, this method is really easy to use.

The literati of the Ming Dynasty were more fond of fighting than martial artists. When the Jiajing Dynasty was fighting for reunification, Yang Shen, the author of the rolling Yangtze River and a talented son of the Ming Dynasty, led a group of civil officials to ambush in Zuoshunmen, preparing to kill Zhang Xuan and Gui Cao, who supported Jiajing. Earlier, after the civil engineering change, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, Ti Shuai Ma Shun, was also killed by the civil officials in the court.

Compared with the splashes on the streets, these scholars are the most difficult characters. It's the same group fight, if it's a splash of skin and hitting the head of the case, no matter what, the skin and flesh will suffer. But if Xiucai beats Tong Sheng, it is very likely that it will be gone, and it is the scholar who poses a greater threat to Fan Jin than splashing his skin.

Seeing that the other party was not good-intentioned, Fan Jin tied the bookcase tightly, took a step back and said, "A few of you, most of you are third-class epiphytes, right?" is not a member of the diet, why should he be used by others, force himself to come out, and be careful of suffering. ”

The leader Xiucai looked at Fan Jin, and said with a smile: "Although we are epiphytes, it is more than enough to deal with you as a child, so let you know today that you are a great reader." Brothers, hit! ”

The strong men who had been quietly following Fan Jin in the distance sighed with relief when they saw the scholars appear, and said: "As soon as this group of killers comes, we have nothing to do with it, these people are vicious and habitual, Fan Jin is good, and Daddy Hong is also good to explain." This Hong family is too, not only can find this group of splashes, but also find good people like us to do something. ”

"Yes, his painting is good, if it weren't for the embarrassment with Daddy Hong, I would have liked to buy one and hang it at home. I just don't know how much benefit these people have gained, do they want to break one of his hands so that he can't get out of the examination room anymore, or break his face so that he can't go to the election office? ”

As he was talking, the leader of the pranky leader frowned: "Something is wrong, this surnamed Fan has kung fu!" This time, I'm afraid that these scholars will suffer. ”

When the scholar rushed over, Fan Jin had already retreated to the corner, carefully put away his cloth move, stood on his feet, clenched his fists like a wrap, and slammed out a heavy fist towards the first scholar who pounced on the chin!