Hou Tao read out the poem he wrote, and the smug tone made Jiang Chaozhi frown when he heard it.

The other party's poems are really not flattering. As for the painting......

At this time, Hou Tao had already turned the painting towards the river tide, and the pride in his eyes had reached the extreme.

When Jiang Chao saw this painting, he nodded slightly, if you look at it from the perspective of the paintings of the ancients, it is indeed a good painting.

Flowers are like flowers, but they are like flowers and not flowers, and they do not draw the real appearance of flowers, at most they are only somewhat similar. The rivers and mountains have some charm.

But in Jiang Chao's eyes, at most, he can only be at the level of primary school students in his previous life. He didn't even know where this guy's confidence came from.

"Good drawing...... It's so beautiful, this poem...... What a poem...... Warm spring ...... The first sentence writes the artistic conception of spring...... Complementing the painting, this painting can be described as a painting through the ages. ”

"Wonderful, do you see this flower, and the lake, and the distant mountains? The painting is lifelike, and the painting saint is nothing more than that. ”

"Yes, that's true...... It's so well drawn. ”

Several of Hou Tao's companions cheered for Hou Tao there, and they spoke to the head.

The people around looked at each other as if they didn't understand, and they all nodded unconsciously, and they also applauded.

Speaking of which, it is really impossible to judge the quality of paintings in ancient times.

After all, the calligraphy and painting skills at that time had not yet reached the peak of Jiang Chao's previous life, and various calligraphy and painting techniques emerged in endlessly.

Hou Tao's painting, seen by these laymen, as long as someone touts it a little, it can definitely fool everyone and cripple, I really think that Hou Tao's is some amazing work.

Even Song Ningxue, Murong Zhiqing and Su Yue'er were applauded by the people around them, and they really felt that Hou Tao's paintings were very good.

They couldn't help but worry about Jiang Chao.

And Hou Tao saw the look of approval of the third girl, and the smugness in his eyes was a little stronger. He felt like his whole being was really floating.

"Now, boy, it's your turn...... If you feel embarrassed to take it out, you can not take it out. It's okay to throw in the towel...... Haha......"

He smirked, his face full of banter and mockery.

When the people around heard this, they all looked at Jiang Chao sarcastically, in their thoughts, Hou Tao's paintings were already so good, even if they were not good at poetry, but they were enough to beat Jiang Chao.

At this time, Jiang Chao glanced at Hou Tao lightly, he didn't talk nonsense, and showed his paintings to everyone.

Everyone hurriedly looked at Jiang Chao's paintings, and Hou Tao's men were ready to ridicule.

It's just that before they could exit, they instantly looked at the painting in Jiang Chao's hand in amazement, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The people around him, whose faces were full of teasing and mockery, also stood still, their eyes full of disbelief.

Song Ningxue, Murong Zhiqing, and Su Yue'er looked at the painting in Jiang Chao's hand in a daze. I didn't come back to my senses for a long time. They thought they were wrong.

There was a dead silence at the scene, and Hou Tao also saw the painting in Jiang Chao's hand at this time, he opened his mouth wide, and the whole person was stupid.

He couldn't believe that the painting in front of him was painted by Jiang Chao. The colors are perfectly blended, and the peach blossoms on it are as if they were rubbed in the painting.

The ripples on the surface of the water are really visible, and there are a few ducks playing there.

There are even fish jumping out of the water. The boat on the lake is also painted like the real thing.

If you want to compare the painters, the painters of Jiang Chao's painting can be described as superb. It can no longer be judged by common sense.

The most important thing is that Jiang Chao painted more scenes than Hou Tao, but the time he spent painting was several minutes less than Hou Tao's.

A painter like Jiang Chao was simply a pediatrician in his previous life, as long as he mastered the skills. Plus proficient words. It won't take long to paint a picture.

Like Hou Tao, there is no systematic penmanship and technique. What kind of fame can you draw?!

"Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. The basket is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat. At this time, Murong Zhiqing and Su Yue'er murmured in unison.

When the people around heard the poem, they instantly compared it with the painting. Suddenly I felt like I was immersed in a painting.

There are a few peach blossoms printed on the painting, as well as ducks floating in the water, and fish jumping out of the water. This artistic conception is a match made in heaven with the painting.

There is also this poem, which is instantly catchy, and this poem alone will throw Hou Tao out of 108,000 miles.

"Good poetry, good painting...... It's just a stroke of genius......" I don't know who suddenly snorted.

"This is a masterpiece for the ages, even if it is the reincarnation of the painting saint, there is no such pen power and painting work. This son, how much silver is your painting, I bought ......"

In the crowd, someone shouted the price.

"I'll pay a thousand taels ......" someone has even already bidd.

"I'll give you five thousand taels ......"

"I'll give 10,000 taels ......"

The sound of bidding one after another made Hou Tao's face hot, and the whole person wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Compared with his paintings, which were praised by his subordinates, it is self-evident that everyone applauded Jiang Chao's paintings. In this game, he lost!

"Okay, whoever pays 10,000 taels will come out and pay the money with one hand and the painting with the other!" Jiang Chao said to the crowd at this time.

A painting earns 10,000 taels, why doesn't he earn it. If someone was willing to pay for it, he would be willing to keep painting.

It just so happens that what he lacks now is money, although he earned more than 300,000 taels from Huang Bolong last time, but if it is used in the construction of the mountain village or the Yelang clan, it is estimated that it will not last long.

"I ...... It's me ......" In the crowd, someone squeezed out, pulling a silver ticket from his body. The man looked to be in his thirties.

I wore several gold rings and jade wrenches on my hands, and at first glance I was a rich man like a big dog.

He took out 10,000 taels of silver tickets from his body and couldn't wait to hand them to Jiang Chao. Reach out and take the painting in Jiang Chao's hand.

Jiang Chao took the silver ticket and handed the painting to the other party.

Song Ningxue, Murong Zhiqing, and Su Yue'er on the side were full of pity. They don't care about money, they want to keep their paintings.

But Jiang Chao sold all the paintings, and they couldn't stop them, Su Yue'er and Murong Zhiqing opened their mouths several times, and they almost wanted to buy the paintings with their own money.

Hou Tao on the side saw this scene, and his face was extremely ugly. The current situation is equivalent to slapping him in the face of Chi Guoguo.

"Hou Gongzi, this game is ...... Who do you think should win?! Jiang Chao looked at Hou Tao at this time.

Hou Tao opened his mouth, his face full of unwillingness. He wanted to quibble a few more words.

But the people around him didn't give him a chance. They all said to Jiang Chao in unison: "Of course you won, Gongzi." It's obvious. ”

Everyone's words made Hou Tao indignant and didn't dare to speak out, after all, he had already said it, and it was up to everyone to judge.