Chapter 824: Selling Paintings

"Assassination, poisoning, framing, discord." Song Xinyi counted the numbers with her hands, and felt that she had probably learned Aunt Shu's tricks, and it was time for her to be busy for herself.

"Miss, do you have any plans?" Lu Jiu followed behind Song Xinyi, carrying a sword and a vegetable basket in her hand, since the poisoning incident of Grandma Wang, now the young lady is working hard to make her own food.

After this period of commotion, the entire Shangshu Mansion knew the news of Miss Song's rise, and also knew that there was a female devil beside her who would draw a knife if she didn't agree with her.

"The Deviless?" The corner of Lu Shijiu's eating place rose slightly, and she was refreshed by this domineering nickname.

"Yes, female devil, the rice paper I asked you to buy today is still not good enough, what are you going to do?" Song Xinyi stood in front of the four treasures of the study, her emotions were unusually focused, and she saw her holding a paintbrush and swaying on rice paper, seemingly unruly graffiti back and forth, which suddenly evolved into exquisite color ink paintings.

Lu Shijiu was dumbfounded, only to see that Song Xinyi painted very quickly, and twenty or thirty pieces of rice paper were all endowed with beautiful flowers and birds in one hour.

"Miss, you're drawing too fast!" I didn't expect that the eldest lady's habit of painting with her points was so large. She wanted to say that it costs money to buy rice paper.

"Help me frame it, I'll sell it later." Song Xinyi is already cleaning the brush.

Lu Jiu's eyes widened, selling paintings? She's seen other people sell paintings, not to mention how bleak the scene is, don't want to sell a painting all day. Lu Shijiu seemed to make up the appearance of their paintings when they were disdained.

"What's wrong? Any questions? Song Xinyi looked at her with an incredible expression. It's kind of cute.

"Miss, why do you want to sell paintings? Could it be that Aunt Shu won't give you money? A spark suddenly appeared in Lu Shijiu's eyes.

"It's not. A friend of mine used to make a fortune selling paintings, and if I could, I would like to buy a mansion for myself. The friend Song Xinyi said was herself. As for wanting to sell paintings now, just because she wants to have her own mansion, she doesn't need to look at people's faces anymore, and her body will be relatively free. She knew that this different time and space was actually similar to the real ancient times, where she had always obeyed the superiority of men and the inferiority of women, and many things and feelings were involuntary. If she is just muddy every day, what can she rely on to control her life. If she follows her parents' orders and marries a family with different views in the future, I am afraid that she will not be able to live a good life. In this case, it is time for her to plan for herself.

"I didn't expect that Miss still has such ambitions, and she is really different from other young ladies." Lu Shijiu carefully framed the painting, and then asked, "Miss, what are you going to do over there?" ”

When Song Xinyi was asked Hu Tian's question, she stopped what she was doing, held her cheeks with her hands, and her eyes were soft and happy, "Of course it's the best." ”

In the market, a stall suddenly appeared, and the stall was piled up with exquisite colorful ink paintings, running the business by two thin men, dressed as scholars, like scholars. Song Xinyi and Lu Shijiu, in order to avoid suspicion, hid their differences and identities, and deliberately dressed themselves up like this.

Because it is Song Xinyi's work, it quickly attracted several teenagers who were reading.

"Brother Li, look at this painting, the layout is dense, the written test is vertical and horizontal, the ink color is indifferent, beautiful and chic. Good drawing! What a beautiful painting! ”

"It's really a good painting, a few princesses buy a pair!" Lu XIX. Glamorous e-books

"How much does this painting cost?"

"1 tael." Song Xinyi has visited all the places with paintings in the capital in the past few days. The price of ordinary paintings ranges from 10 Wen ~ 20 taels. The peerless famous painting is probably within the range of 5,000 silver.

The value of Song Xinyi's painting is about 1 tael (1 tael = 500 yuan). It's not that she's inferior to others when she sells so cheap, firstly, the painting of her works is very simple, and secondly, this is not her favorite work, and she only uses very shallow skills. At present, she has no great reputation, if she really paints hard, although it is good, no one can afford to buy it, and her highest sales in the 21st century are worth 3.52 million yuan, which is converted into more than 7,000 silver taels. In the case of her lack of fame, who would buy a painting by an unknown junior. The main thing is, can anyone afford it?

If these 30 paintings were sold for one tael of silver today, the 30 taels of silver would already be more than a month's worth of her father, Lord Shangshu.

"Miss, you actually offered a price of one or two! The price is too high, and others only sell it for 50 yuan at most. Lu 19 said in a low voice.

"That's someone else, you can rest assured, your Miss and my painting is worth the price." Song Xinyi replied to her in a low voice.

Several teenagers got together and discussed for a while, and finally gritted their teeth and decided to buy it. But it was a patchwork piece, and a lot of broken silver came out before the painting was bought.

It seems that this capital is also a poor place, and she can't even afford to buy something for 500 yuan, Song Xinyi shook her head helplessly.

"Miss! Miss, we're sold! Lu Shijiu couldn't suppress his surprise for a long time. But this did happen, and they were actually willing to scrape together money and buy a painting when they didn't have enough money, and they thought that this painting was really like the eldest lady's own, and it was worth it!

This can't help but remind Lu Shijiu of the paintings made by Song Xinyi in the teahouse in the past, everyone is vying to buy Miss's paintings first, and some people are even willing to pay 30 taels of silver, which simply refreshes her world view. Although the young lady tore up the painting in the end, it was not difficult for her to guess that the value of the painting was probably not something that she could have estimated as a Lu Shijiu. Even the regent who was present that day couldn't help but be moved by the painting, so he had a clip of helping later.

Fortunately, the flow of people in this market gradually increased, and the guests who stayed in front of Song Xinyi's stall slowly gathered into a bunch. After appreciating it, they were willing to pay for a tael of silver, and most of the paintings were quickly sold. Song Xinyi estimated that it would be sold out before lunch.

Lu Shijiu is Song Xinyi's pocket, and all the silver is handed over to her. Lu Shijiu weighed the full pockets and whispered excitedly, "Miss, it's the first time Nineteen has seen so much money, this can't be a dream!" ”

Song Xinyi laughed at her, "So you're satisfied?" I think your little pocket can only be stuffed with nineteen taels at most! ”

"Miss......" Lu Jiu blushed a little when he was said.

"I mean, it's time for you to change your big pockets, because your young lady is not an ordinary money-making expert, maybe you will make money every day, you need to be more prepared." Song Xinyi is extremely confident, and the general meaning of making money every day is ten thousand a day!

There were no customers for a while, and the two of them slowly sorted out the table, and suddenly a familiar face stood in front of the stall. The person who came was carrying a sword, with a righteous face, and the pride of Song on his face, he said to Song Xinyi and the others, "I bought the rest of the paintings." In addition, my prince invited the two of them to the house for tea! ”

Song Xinyi was not in a hurry, and asked in a friendly manner, "Dare to ask which prince you are referring to?" ”

"The Regent"