After Xu Ronghe was cured, Chang Qianfo's name was also frequently mentioned along with this jealous turmoil. Within two days, the whole Gusu knew that the prince of Changjiabao was here.

The carriage and horse jam at the entrance of Chongde Hall were surrounded by water. Many people who are not sick also pretend to have a headache and leg pain, and they want to ask Chang Gongzi for personal consultation.

Li Ting was forced to have no choice, so he had to post a notice: All those who came to consult must first check the pulse of the doctor of Chongde Hall, and if they can't be cured, they will be sent to the backyard for personal diagnosis and treatment by Chang Qianfo. If it is not necessary and it is necessary to consult with Chang Qianfo, you must donate 100 gold to Changjiabao's Yiyu Hospital in Gusu.

The doctors in Chongdetang are all highly skilled. After a few days, there was no one who really needed Chang Qianfo to see the illness, but a few who were not sick spent a hundred taels of gold to see the true face of the prince of Changjiabao.

Han Yiluo knocked on the table and said, "Profiteer, what is a profiteer?" Grab your wrist and ask for a hundred taels of gold, why don't you grab it? ”

Li Xiao glanced at him with a smile: "What is this, when I met a real profiteer, my eldest brother received a thousand taels of consultation money." And he added: "Gold." ”

Han Yiluo shook his head: "Crazy, you all want money." ”

Li Xiaoxiao asked, "Then do you know what the lowest consultation fee the eldest brother has ever received?" ”

Han Yiluo guessed several times but didn't guess, Li Xiaoxiao stretched out a finger. Han Yinuo didn't believe it and said, "One or two? ”

Li Xiaoxiao shook his head and said, "A copper plate." He glanced at Han Yiluo dissatisfiedly: "Don't open your mouth and shut up profiteers." If you have the ability, you can also charge 100 gold, see if there is any looking for you to scratch your wrist. ”

Han Yiluo looked at Chang Qianfo aggrievedly: "Your sister bullied me again." ”

Chang Qianfo smiled: "Good bullying." ”

Han Yiluo was about to pull out the wooden stick, and Li Xiaoxiao asked, "Have you been able to fight?" ”

Han Yiluo said angrily: "Li Xiaoxiao, do you know what a man can't hurt the most? Self-esteem, self-esteem, do you understand? ”

"Oh. Who told me that self-esteem is bullshit? ”

Chang Qianfo is basically an idler in Gusu now.

All the affairs of Chongde Hall are well managed by Li Ting, and if he interferes, Li Ting will feel untrusted. A while ago, Xu Ronghe and the newborn's condition were taken care of, these days Xu Ronghe was able to walk around the ground, and the newborn's condition was also stable, no accident, and he could leave for Luoyang in two days.

Thinking of this, Chang Qianfo felt a little melancholy for some reason.

After Han Yiluo and Li Xiaoxiao left, Chang Qianfo went back to the study to write, but the more he wrote, the more confused he became, so he went to the warehouse to help pick up the medicine.

The treasury thought that his work was not done well, so he asked the young owner to inspect it in person, and he was sincerely afraid, so he went to Li Ting to review a good chase. Li Ting couldn't cry or laugh, and pretended to mention it inadvertently at noon: "Turn left through this street, and then cross two intersections, there is a calligraphy and painting shop called Siwuzhai, which has collected many famous works. If Childe is fine, he can go and see. ”

Li Ting is not good at calligraphy and painting, but his vision is still good. The shopkeeper of Siwuzhai is a middle-aged man in his early forties, dressed as a scholar, and when he saw Chang Qianfo walking in, he greeted him enthusiastically and decently. When Chang Qianfo was reading calligraphy and painting, he sat at the counter and read a book. If you ask him, he will immediately put down the book and talk eloquently, and give a few suggestions when he sees the opportunity, which is just right, and he is an expert when he listens to it.

There is a painting hanging in an inconspicuous position on the right hand side of the store, the format is still new, and it reads: "The rain lives in the clouds, and the water falls and the stones see the sky". The wind is introverted, and the foundation is very good.

Chang Qianfo wondered why such a good character was hanging in the corner, pointed to the word and asked, "Where does this character come from?" But what is the saying? ”

The shopkeeper was a little surprised, walked over quickly, and said, "Childe is really good eyesight!" Don't look at this handwriting in a decent way, at first glance it is not as stunning as the handwriting next to it. But if you take a closer look at this horizontal and vertical hook, the strokes rise and fall, and you can't get it.

The bad thing about this word is that it is not signed, so I don't know who made it, and the years are not long. You know, some of the people who come to buy words are going to the words, and they are real experts; More people are going for fame.

It's been hanging with this character for more than half a year, but no one cares about it. It's really a grievance for this good word. ”

Chang Qianfo listened to him while carefully pondering the beginning and end of the word, and praised it sincerely: "It is indeed a good pen." ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "Who says it isn't?" There is Bole first, and then there are thousands of horses, and it is also thanks to the extraordinary knowledge of the son. ”

Chang Qianfo smiled: "Each has its own good." Please wrap this one. ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "Childe is really a cheerful person." Dare to ask your son's surname? ”

"My surname is Chang, and my name is a thousand Buddhas."

The shopkeeper explained with a smile: "Don't mind, Childe, although the small shop is not big, it is also an honest business." Every word is recorded. The calligraphy and paintings that Childe bought back, but if there is anything wrong, you can take it back and return it. If there is damage in the future, or accidentally stained, the shop can also help to remedy one or two. Left a name, the small shop also has its own feedback, and the next time I come back, I will be a regular customer. ”

Usually those who enjoy calligraphy and painting are some good and elegant people, and the most taboo is to talk about yellow and white things. The shopkeeper's words not only make the meaning clear and solicit business, but there is no trace in the words, which is really powerful.

The guy in the store stepped on the bench and took the word panel, and said, "In the future, Miss Yun will come, and I can't see this letter, I'm afraid I'm going to ask." ”

Chang Qianfo was slightly surprised, and the shopkeeper explained with a smile: "Childe doesn't know, there is a frequent customer in the shop, and he is also a very knowledgeable expert, and every time he comes back, he has to look at this character." I don't know why, every time I read it, I bought other words. It's been a long time, and even the guys who framed it in the back know about it. ”

Chang Qianfo said with interest: "Oh, there are such strange things? ”

The shopkeeper said: "It's not weird. The girl didn't talk much every time she came to the store, and she looked there for a long time, maybe just to look. As soon as he looked up, he said with a smile: "Look, you really can't talk about people behind it." ”

Chang Qianfo followed his gaze, only to see that the drizzle outside the door was drizzling heavily, and the fog was white. In the light and shadow at the entrance of the store, a slender woman stood in her hand, holding a folded oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and the rain was dripping down the tip of the umbrella.

Chang Qianfo's heart jumped, as if he had missed half a beat.

The woman's outfit was the same as the one she had seen on the street the other day. It is still a plain white shirt, a turquoise long skirt, and there is no trace of extra color on the body. A green silk hair was like a thick ink splashed down, and it was bundled with a piece of emerald silk at random, hanging loosely and obliquely behind him. The eyebrows are like smoke, the cheeks are like snow, and the vast water vapor behind them is ethereal, like a person who has come out of an ink painting.

The guy at the door of the store greeted him with a smile before the boss could give him.

Mu Dianke put the oil-paper umbrella dripping with water outside the door, and walked in with a slight mention of the skirt, the pale green skirt was splashed by the rain, and the color was different, and it moved, as if there was light circulating on the skirt.

The guy smiled and said, "It's raining so hard, and Miss Yun is here in person." The painting you want arrives early in the morning, so wait a minute, and I'll get it for you. ”

Mu Dianke nodded, and didn't look at him, sure enough, like the shopkeeper said, he said very little, just looked at the calligraphy and painting by himself. A pair of cloudy and misty eyes looked around the store, swept to the empty wall above Chang Qianfo's head, was stunned, and glanced at Chang Qianfo quickly, his eyes were slightly different, but he didn't say anything.

The guy trotted back with the painting in his hand, because it was a rainy day, and he specially wrapped a thick layer of kraft paper.

Mu Dianke took the calligraphy and painting, thanked the guy, and walked out with the calligraphy and painting. Xiao Ye was standing under the eaves to catch the raindrops and play, and when he saw Mu Dian coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward to take the scroll. Mu Dianke opened the oil-paper umbrella and said, "I'll take it." You still have a knife in your hand, it's inconvenient. ”

Xiao Ye thought about it, if he encountered danger for a while, he couldn't throw the painting of the third lady out like he threw the plum last time, so he handed her back the scroll. The master and servant walked into the rain one after the other.

The water vapor floated up layer by layer, making the back of the white shirt and green dress dim. Chang Qianfo looked at the back, and he didn't know where the impulse came from, so he lifted his heel and went out.

The shopkeeper shouted from behind him, "Childe, your painting." "Where can Chang Qianfo still hear.