Chapter Fifty-Eight: A Young Boy
"How many?"
After about half an hour, Yang Jing rubbed her sore wrist and asked.
The boss straightened up, nodded his spit and counted, "No more than fifty-seven." ”
"Okay, then write three more copies." With that, she put down another ingot of silver.
The boss happily took it and flattered: "Little boy, if there is such a job in the future, you can find me as soon as possible!" ”
Yang Jing pursed her lips and smiled, "This is natural." As she spoke, she lifted her gaze and landed on the four walls covered with calligraphy and paintings.
Walking to a landscape painting, she took a closer look.
determined that the payment was the word "Jiang Qiubai", and grinned.
Pointing to the calligraphy and painting, he asked, "Boss, how can this painting be sold?" ”
The boss was overjoyed and pretended to be nervous, "Childe is really a good eye, this painting is painted by Shiro himself, it is priceless, and it is the treasure of the small shop!" ”
He deliberately said it mysteriously, I was afraid that in this Liuzhou City, no one would respect Jiang Shilang, who was talented and learned.
"Oh? This painting is actually from Eshiro? She approached the calligraphy and painting again, and suddenly "tsk", "No, I have a close relationship with Shiro, and I have seen his calligraphy and painting, this handwriting doesn't look like it, right?" ”
The boss frowned, "Impossible, although my shop is small, it is also well-known in this Liuzhou City, how can it be fake?" ”
Yang Jing smiled and continued to the next painting.
"What about this picture of an autumn water beauty?" She pointed casually, and the boss wiped away the cold sweat and stepped forward closely, "This one is also fake?" ”
Could it be that you really met someone who understands the goods today?
The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop secretly wrote down the paintings she pointed out behind Yang Jing, and at the same time sent someone to pick up a pair of treasures from the town store that had been collected for a long time.
"Childe, it's written, a total of sixty copies." A blue-clad scholar folded the paper neatly and handed it over.
She checked, "Good work." ”
The blue-clothed scholar nodded and retreated, she turned her head to the boss behind her and said, "Boss, thank you." ”
"Eh, Boy, stay!" The boss grabbed her and said, "You can help me look at this painting again." ”
Someone came with a sandalwood treasure box.
Yang Jing bent her eyebrows and smiled, "Boss, aren't you sure that there are no defective products in the store just now?" ”
Duan Li, the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop standing in front of her, hurriedly made a big salute, pulled her over and whispered: "Childe doesn't know, you just pointed out those few pieces, the small shop does have a collection of genuine products, but I am afraid of being remembered by thieves, so Xiao Lao'er specially found a few well-known copying masters in Liuzhou, and hurriedly made a few identical paintings, so that they could be hung in the store for people to choose." ”
After listening to this, Yang Jing nodded, this method also makes sense.
"Alright, take out the painting, I'll have something to do in a while."
Boss Duan carefully wiped the lid of the box with a brocade handkerchief, opened the three layers in his hand, and ordered the four of them to carry a corner to her.
She also had a little more expectation in her heart.
What kind of paintings can make Boss Duan, who has a large collection and the light of the category, so treasured?
It must be a good painting.
Thinking about it, she stepped forward, but just one glance, and she froze.
This is a landscape painting of ascending.
The man in the painting is dressed in white, and his clothes are fluttering, like an immortal returning from the wind.
He stretched out his hand to shade the light, and stepped on a moss-covered black hanging stone under his feet, surrounded by colorful clouds, stretching for thousands of miles, and it was beautiful.
Yang Jing laughed out loud, "At first glance, this painting looks like a landscape, but it's not. ”
"Childe, you can help me take a good look, this is real, right?"
"Boss Duan cherishes it so much, he must have already realized its preciousness, so why do you need to ask me?"
Boss Duan's sweaty palms pinched, "Is it Shiro's real handiwork?" ”
"Such a narcissistic technique, except for him, no one else can draw it." Yang Jing left a sentence and turned her head to leave.
Boss Duan hurriedly chased out, with three ingots of silver in his hand.
"Eh, Childe stays."
Yang Jing turned around, and three ingots of silver were stuffed in her hand.
"What is this?"
Boss Duan smiled, "Childe can see the fakes in my store at a glance today, which shows the viciousness of his eyes, please come and move around more in the future." ”
"Boss Duan is polite, I live on the corner of the street, where the original city is a rice shop, if there is anything that can help in the future, you just have to ask someone to call me." As she spoke, she hurriedly handed back the silver taels in her hand, "There are really important things to do, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time today, so I will bother you another day." ”
"Good, good." Boss Duan watched Yang Jing leave, stroked his palms and smiled: "So good, very good!" ”
Yang Jing came to the place agreed with Shen Yao before, and it didn't take long to see him coming with seven or eight children shouting and holding rock sugar gourds.
She stepped forward, her eyes lit up, "yes, or you're witty, why didn't I think of looking for a child." ”
"Don't say that, what about things?" Shen Yao took the paper, glanced at it cursoly, and memorized the contents of the paper by heart.
This kind of memory beyond ordinary people, he never talked about it to Yang Jing, and he didn't want to be discovered.
He casually handed out the paper to the children, "Come, the primary one will take people to East Street, the second child will take people to North Street, and the third child will take people to South Street." ”
A few children couldn't understand it, so they just stretched out their tongues and licked the gourd.
One of the older children asked, "Big brother, who is going to West Street?" ”
Shen Yao glanced at her, leaned down and combed the child's damp sideburns, "I'll go to West Street." ”
"Big brother is really handsome." The child smiled and praised.
Shen Yao paused, and the hand he touched changed to a beat, "Go quickly, remember to sing the song that my brother taught you." ”
"Got it!" The children laughed and ran away.
"You taught them to sing?"
"Yes." Shen Yao's cheeks were slightly red, as if they had been sunburned.
Yang Jing couldn't bear it in her heart, a proud son like him shouldn't have suffered these crimes, "Why don't you go back and wait for me first?" I want to go around again. ”
"Where are you going?"
"Tea house."
Shen Yao refused to leave, so Yang Jing had to take him to the teahouse where the storyteller gathered.
Someone on the stage is talking about the scene where the crown prince of the dynasty lost the people, and the queen did not come out of the house for a month, eating fasting and praying for her son.
Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, and looked sideways at the side.
I saw Shen Yao's body stiff standing outside the door, as if he couldn't move his feet to enter the door.
She reminded aloud: "You wait for me here, there are dragons and snakes here, and you are a new face." With that, he stepped into the threshold.
After walking a distance, she looked back, Shen Yao froze in place with a painful face, his fists clenched and hung down at his side, and his eyes were motionless as he stared at the gentleman who appealed to the queen and said that the queen was sad.
When Gao Jin leaves, maybe she can think of something to send Shen Yao to Beijing, she thought to herself.
After taking care of Mr. Teahouse's affairs and going out, it was already dusk.
Shen Yao had already found an empty table to sit down, and when he saw her coming, he hurriedly raised his sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"It's all done, let's go." She said with a smile.