Holding the two piles of one-finger-thick paper in his hand, seeing the mess in front of him, he thought of being tattooed fifty taels of silver by the young man, and the old bustard's anger did not hit one place: "You group of useless things, don't roll up for the old lady!" So many people can't even beat a hairy boy, what do you want! ”

"Why should mom bother with these rough people, don't be angry." A beautiful woman with light makeup, dressed in a colorful skirt, came gracefully, "When did it happen, and what did my mother hold in her hand?" ”

The ping-pong noise downstairs before had already alarmed the girl upstairs. When they heard that it was quiet downstairs, the warblers and Yanyan persuaded Liu Qingqing, the top brand of the Flower Pavilion, to come and ask what was going on.

Facing Liu Qingqing, the treasure of the town building of the Flower Pavilion, the old bustard did not have such a big temper. She asked the hall to be cleaned so as not to delay business, and it was about to be the peak of business. Then he handed the pile of paintings in his hand to Liu Qingqing: "That's for this." Look at it, this thing is worth a fortune, and if you sisters learn it, they will be worth twice as much! ”

Liu Qingqing took it in his hand curiously, and only then did he take a look, and his pink cheeks flushed with a faint flush: "Mom, isn't this the Spring Palace map?" But after looking at more than a dozen photos, the blush on Liu Qingqing's face disappeared, but there was a solemn look in his eyes: "Mom, who painted this?" Where are the people who gave it to you? ”

"It's just a vulgar villager, why do you ask this?"

The grade of the Qinglou is much higher than that of the Jiyuan, and the women of the Qinglou are generally proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially the women who can become the top brand of the Qinglou, which is even more amazing.

Liu Qingqing's best skills are playing the piano and painting, which allows her to quickly see the essence through phenomena. This set of Spring Palace pictures has a unique style and unique technique. Although it does not have the taste of ink painting, the things painted are more delicate and real.

"Mom, who gave this to you?"

As the head of the Flower Pavilion, Liu Qingqing's vision was not ordinarily high, and the old bustard heard the anxiety in his tone, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Why does my daughter need to be like this?" The man was just a vulgar man, who blackmailed me fifty taels of silver, and beat a few of them. ”

"Mom, Hugh is going to mention the copper-smelling thing again. It can be seen that by this method of painting alone, the value of this object far exceeds the price. Mom ordered someone to take me to look for him, and I was going to meet this person! ”

If Yang Ping'an heard Liu Qingqing's last words, he would definitely regret it. He always thought that he could sell it for twenty or thirty taels by sketching a picture of the Spring Palace based on the various techniques and techniques peeked into the industry of a pillar surname in the island country in later generations, plus the supporting instructions he specially wrote.

Today, he said that he compared the prices of all the Qinglou Ji Courtyards in Yanshi County, and before going to the Flower Pavilion, the highest bid for Miaofang Pavilion was only fifteen taels, and it was two sets of pictures and texts. Therefore, his psychological price, twenty taels is already the sky, and with these twenty taels, it is enough for him to do business.

How do you know that the Flower Pavilion is the first green building in the city, but it does not have the slightest consciousness of the first. Not only did he plan to rob him, but he also wanted to kill people, which completely annoyed him. If he hadn't practiced Bajiquan since he was a child, he would probably be hanging today!

So he unceremoniously proposed a price of fifty taels, and the old bustard of the Flower Pavilion saw that Ming couldn't grab it, and he was worried that this set of pictures and texts would fall into the hands of competitors, plus he promised that it was a lonely, so he finally agreed.

"I smiled proudly, and smiled proudly......" Holding fifty taels of silver, humming a smug tune, Yang Ping'an only felt that the fatigue on his body was swept away.

The capital of trading is enough, and I am a lot richer...... Well, give Dong'er twenty taels to supplement the family, and give her ten taels to help me buy vegetables and cook...... Wouldn't she be happy if she suddenly had so much money? I really want to see her soon.

"Boss, hot pot good wine, make two good dishes! Don't be afraid, you have money today! ”

A pot of wine, four dishes, Yang Ping'an touched his round belly and walked out of the tavern with a full burp. In the tavern, the boss kept greeting Yang Ping'an's ancestors for the eighteenth generation - it was a sincere greeting, because this was the first time he had received food money from Xiucai'an, and it was as much as two taels.

The taste is not bad, I will bring Dong'er to eat a good meal tomorrow, and I don't know how long she hasn't touched meat. Wretched...... Little widow.

Yang Ping'an didn't do anything overnight, so he stayed at the table, counting the silver on the table over and over again. The big ones were forty taels, and the ones that were scattered were eight taels...... Belch!

It is said that he is full of warmth and silver desire, and Yang Ping'an is no exception, he had a sweet dream this night. In the dream, Dong'er became his daughter-in-law, a shy little widow, a pretty little face, a slender and graceful figure, white and smooth skin, a soft and kind girl, and a gentle and virtuous ......

Dong'er, I'm going in......

Yang Ping'an, who woke up from the dream, looked at his little brother who was a pillar of optimus, felt the wetness between his strands, and was worried: Do you want Dong'er to help me wash these dirty pants?

I have been thinking about Dong'er's reaction when I saw such a silver, as well as the beautiful spring dream last night, Yang Ping'an lost his mind to practice boxing in the morning, and he messed up his pace several times. Could it be that I am really in love with this kind and virtuous little widow?

The sun gradually rose, forty-eight taels of silver were neatly arranged on the table, and Yang Ping'an stood by the table, waiting for Dong'er's review.

How did time pass so slowly? Yang Ping'an, who was bored, counted the silver again.

Near noon, the sound of slamming the door finally came from outside. Yang Ping'an was overjoyed and got up quickly, but suddenly thought that Dong'er never knocked on the door when he came to his house, and the oil powder trio never knocked on the door.

Who could it be?

With questions, Yang Ping'an opened the courtyard door and saw a little maid dressed in green standing outside the door. About thirteen or fourteen years old, a pair of bright and moving eyes, endless playfulness.

"Little sister, is there something wrong?" Yang Ping'an's tone was very gentle.

The little maid tilted her head and asked crisply, "Are you Xiucai'an in the 'Yanshi Four Tigers'?" ”

"I'm Yang Ping'an." To be honest, Yang Ping'an doesn't like the title of "Yanshi Four Tigers", although it sounds very stylish. But Nima has such a [***] reputation, and she has to take advantage of the fact that the male owner of the house is out to grab a money, which is not shameful enough!

"Yesterday, you went to the Flower Pavilion in the city and sold a set of Spring Palace pictures?" At the end, the little girl's face was slightly red, and her tone became softer.

Is this trying to get the money back? Yang Ping'an's heart tightened, and he looked around vigilantly, but did not see anyone ambushed.

"So what?"

"Great, finally found you!" The little maid cheered and looked excited, "Young Master Yang, my young lady is invited!" ”

"Your young lady?" Yang Ping'an was confused, "Who is it?" ”

"Miss Qingqing! My young lady sent people all over the city to look for you yesterday, and I only learned your identity at noon. Oh, don't delay any longer, I'll go quickly, my young lady is already in a hurry! As she spoke, the little maid reached out and pulled Yang Ping'an's sleeve.

"Wait a minute!" Yang Ping'an dodged away, his expression solemn, "Who is Miss Qingqing?" ”

"Haven't you heard?" The little girl's eyes widened.

"Nope."

"You really haven't heard of it?" The maid opened her small mouth.

"Not really."

"Are you really a showman? Born in a broken household, and the other three broken households call themselves Yanshi Four Tigers, bully the weak in the city, and do all the bad things Xiucai'an? ”

Itchy butt, right? Yang Ping'an frowned, vigilant in his heart: "What if I am Yang Ping'an?" ”

"Then you haven't even heard of Miss Qingqing's name? Do you know that even in the eastern capital, many nobles have made a special trip to see the beauty of my young lady! "The little maid looks like a monster.

"Go, go, it's time for you to go home and eat. What bullshit Miss Qingqing, don't delay me in getting down to business! Yang Ping'an unceremoniously ordered the expulsion.

This little maid actually knows so much about Xiu Cai'an's past, it is unspeakably weird. Yang Ping'an never believed in such a beautiful thing as pies falling from the sky, and that's more, looking at the end, Dong'er should come.

"You ......" the little maid flattened her mouth, as if she had been greatly wronged, "You actually refused my young lady's invitation?" ”

"Let's go!"

With a bang, the courtyard door was closed, and the little girl who had eaten the closed door stomped her feet angrily and scolded Yang Ping'an for not knowing how to lift.

Yang Ping'an behind the door was also thinking. The little maid came inexplicably, and the words were inexplicable, and he suspected that it was the old bustard of the Flower Pavilion who said that he was unhappy yesterday, and now he came to calculate him.

Listening to the footsteps outside the door gradually moving away, Yang Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief. I was thinking about going to find the oil powder trio and touching the bottom of the Flower Pavilion, when I suddenly heard a rush of footsteps from far and near, came to the door, and knocked on the door.

"It's not over yet!"

Yang Ping'an planned to scare and scare the other party, and slammed open the courtyard door, and was about to get angry, but saw Dong'er standing outside the door.

"Ah, Dong'er, you're here!" Before he got out of the courtyard door and let Dong'er in, he found that Dong'er looked panicked and sad, and the tears on his face had not dried, Yang Ping'an couldn't help but ask with concern: "What's wrong?" Did that old pious woman beat you again? You wait, I'll go clean up for her! ”

Dong'er looked stunned, and finally understood why her in-laws had changed their attitude towards her, and hurriedly grabbed the corner of Yang Ping'an's clothes, shaking her chin gently.

"If they didn't hit you, what the hell happened?"

Dong'er Sakura's lips opened and closed slightly, bowed her head and said nothing, but she just grabbed the corner of Yang Ping'an's clothes, and her eyes were ruddy.

Seeing Dong'er's pitiful appearance, Yang Ping'an felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, and before he could ask, he saw seven or eight strong men dressed as people emerging from the street, two of whom were holding an old woman.

These people looked around, and one of them suddenly stretched out his hand in the direction of Yang Ping'an, and a group of people rushed over with a hula. The mouth is not dry and scolding.

"Little slut, why didn't you run away?"

"Little slut, see where you can escape!"

"Rotten goods, dare to run again, see if you don't discount your legs!"

The evil words entered her ears, Dong'er's delicate body trembled violently, her face turned pale, and tears burst out of her eyes. I was at a loss, and I only heard Yang Ping'an's voice in my ears: "Is it them?" ”

Before he could speak, Dong'er only felt a big hand around his waist, and he was picked up and turned around for half a circle, and the next moment a firm back blocked him in front of him.

The back that was not generous, at this time in her eyes, exuded a faint warmth