"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy......"

"Father, Father, Big ......"

From a distance, there was a burst of noise from the stall, which made Li Xuan and the others who had just arrived in the West Market stunned.

"Didn't Xiaocui say that someone was asking for calligraphy and paintings?" Yu'er asked puzzled.

"How did it become a large-scale confession scene?" Princess Ankang was equally puzzled.

Not to mention the two girls, the monk Li Xuan, who thinks he is well-informed, also doesn't know the situation.

"Ah Xuan, is there a mistake in the news?" Mr. Shang confirmed.

Li Xuan thought about it and felt that it shouldn't be.

Although Xiaocui can't read and write, she won't confuse asking for a son with asking for a painting.

Just by looking at it, you should know what you're looking for.

But no matter what he was asking for here, Li Xuan was aroused with great curiosity.

"Does Daxing also have a routine of asking for children with a lot of money?"

"And looking at the person sitting in that stall, it is not a young woman who is married to a rich merchant, but a bearded strong man from the Western Regions."

"How can you ask for this?"

Although Li Xuan felt a little puzzled, he was also instantly relieved when he saw the people gathered around the stall, scrambling to shout "Dad, Dad", and then begging for a reward.

"Is this the nature of the human race?"

Li Xuan rolled his eyes.

They didn't immediately rush to the stall, but watched from the sidelines.

After watching it for a while, they finally understood what was going on.

It turned out that the banner on this booth was written incorrectly, and it was not a request for a child, but a real request for a painting.

And the figure hanging next to the banner is the initiator.

It's also funny to say, this Hu Shang didn't know how to promote words and language, so he spent money to find someone to write a banner.

As a result, the other party saw that he was an illiterate Hu Shang, so he had the idea of teasing, so he deliberately made a mistake.

But although Hu Shang was illiterate, his wrists were very hard.

After being asked where his wife was a few times and being shouted "Dad" a few times, Hu Shang immediately figured out what was going on, immediately hung up the writer, and spent money again to hire a man from the Western Regions who was mixed up in Daxing West City to help.

The newly recruited people from the Western Regions can speak official language, but the handwriting is not good.

Hu Shang simply didn't change it, and directly asked the hired helper to explain in person, which could attract a few more people to watch the excitement.

No, after a day's work, the news spread throughout the West Market that he was asking for paintings.

It's just that many people were taken advantage of by this Hu Shang before, but seeing that Hu Shang had a hard wrist, he didn't care what he did with him, so he coaxed his relatives and friends to come here and shout "Dad" a few times, so there were those people before.

After people figure out what is going on, they will inevitably scold a few bad words.

There are also some people who rely on their strong bodies and want Hu Shang to pay for some mental damages, but without exception, they are all cleaned up very badly.

Monk Li Xuan glanced at Hu Shang's appearance on the side, and immediately knew that this was a master who had cultivated true qi.

As for how many products it is, it's not clear, after all, it's just to deal with the splashing skin of the West Market, and it can't use any tricks.

Monk Li Xuan sensed the true qi in the other party's body through the fluctuations of the other party's breath.

"It's not common for a lone Hu businessman to go."

Mr. Shang said meaningfully.

Li Xuan also understood what Mr. Shang meant.

In this western market, there are a lot of Hu businessmen who come and go.

But most of them travel in groups, after all, they are all outsiders here, and many of them are not very good at speaking official language, and to some extent they are also considered disadvantaged, and they have a lot of possessions.

Therefore, partnering is the safest way.

I heard that it is not easy to come to Daxing from the Western Regions, and there are many green forest heroes who want to warmly entertain the merchants who pass by.

Whoever dares to be alone must also be a hard stubble.

On the stalls set up by Hu Shang, in addition to shouting at their fathers, there are also serious people who come to offer paintings.

Each painting Hu Shang is carefully identified, and then a price is given, depending on the reaction of everyone, the price given by this guy is quite kind, and most of them are successfully traded.

As for those who wanted to fish in troubled waters and take some bad things to cheat money, they were all driven back by Hu Shang.

Li Xuan and the others looked at it for a while, and found that although this Hu Shang couldn't speak official and didn't recognize Daxing's writing, he had a pair of good eyes, at least he could distinguish the good and bad of these paintings.

"Didn't you say that this Hu Shang was begging for his lost paintings?"

"What do you think of this posture, but it's here to buy?"

Mr. Shang joked with a smile.

The three little ones also think so.

Hu Shang sat on the seat behind the stall, looked at one, and then quoted a price, and achieved success, not success.

Looking at him like this, it doesn't look like he's looking for a specific painting, but like a calligraphy and painting dealer who is open to do business.

"Maybe it's a gimmick to do business."

"It's the guy hanging on it, is he okay?"

Princess Ankang looked worriedly at the place where the banner was hung.

There hung a thin middle-aged scribe with a rat's whisker and a mouse's eyebrows at first glance.

I don't know what this guy thinks, but he provoked a hard stubble like Hu Shang and got into trouble.

And after listening to Princess Ankang's words, someone on the side said:

"This young lady, don't pity that Kong mouse, this old boy wrote a banner to deceive people for ten taels of silver, and deliberately wrote the wrong one to trick the employer."

"He deserves to be taught a lesson when he is discovered, and it is okay for the official to come, this is what you and I want."

In the crowd, there were many people who recognized Princess Ankang.

The eldest lady who sold knots to the grandfather and grandson who sold knots before beat the money in the West City to help cry dad and call her mother.

During these days, the money gang was obedient like a grandson, and everyone thought that it was the credit of Princess Ankang.

As long as they are begging for a living in the West Market, they all have more or less respect for Princess Ankang in their hearts.

Unconsciously, Princess Ankang also has some prestige in Xishi.

After all, she is the one who can step on the power of money, and she can also make money helpless.

"Why is this just what you want me to do?"

"No one wants to be hung up like that, right?"

Yu'er listened to the words of the people, and was the first to disbelieve it.

In front of Mr. Shang, Yu'er didn't seem so restrained.

"You don't know about that."

"The bearded Hu Shang found out that he was being tricked by Kong Mouse, so he immediately caught and scared him, and gave Kong Mouse two choices."

"One is to beat him up and spit out the money."

"The second is ......"

The passer-by said, pointing to the hole rat that fluttered in the wind along with the banner.

"To say that this hole mouse also wants money and does not want to die, and suffers this for that bit of silver."

"This movement has provoked the official to ask, and after figuring out the reason, I just said don't make trouble."

"After all, one is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer."

After that, passers-by looked lively and laughing, not a big deal.

After hearing about the cause and effect, the three little ones couldn't help laughing, they didn't expect to see such fun in Xishi today.

At this time, Mr. Shang suddenly asked:

"Ah Xuan, do you have any calligraphy and paintings?"

"I'll try this bearded guy over there."

Li Xuan's heart moved, there is Shang in charge of this old Jianghu horse, naturally stronger than the three of them, immediately checked his Dihong bone ring, but after a long time, he didn't find any calligraphy and painting.

"Huh?"

Li Xuan felt a little strange, he remembered that he had stuffed calligraphy and paintings into the Dihong bone ring before.

But he thought about it carefully, and immediately remembered.

Those were all the goods lost by Ping An Commercial Bank, and when they were recovered, Li Xuan did stuff them into his Dihong bone ring, but after returning to the palace, these belongings were returned to the Internal Affairs Office for disposal.

After all, Ping An Commercial Bank is most likely the property of Emperor Yongyuan, and it is not good to ignore Emperor Yongyuan's property.

Seeing that Li Xuan took out his tail for a long time, and finally shook his head to himself, Mr. Shang reluctantly took out a calligraphy and painting by himself.

Mr. Shang seemed to have pulled it out of his sleeve, but who had nothing to carry this thing with.

"I don't know what the space magic weapon of Manager Shang looks like?"

Li Xuan thought with curiosity.

Then, Mr. Shang walked to the stall with the three little ones.

There were a lot of people crowded in front of the stalls, and after waiting in line for a while, it was their turn.

The bearded Hu Shang was originally leaning back in his chair and yawning boredly.

But when he saw the combination of Mr. Shang and the three little ones, he immediately moved his buttocks, sat up straight, and bowed awkwardly, and muttered.

The person in charge of the translator on the side was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted and said respectfully to Mr. Shang: "Dear elder, is there anything I can do to help?" ”

At this time, Princess Ankang pointed to the translator and said, "Hey, aren't you the owner of that noodle stall?" ”

"You don't care about your noodle stall, how did you come here to be a translator?"

Abu, the owner of the noodle stall, also recognized the three little ones, and immediately greeted them with a smile:

"It turned out to be you, I remember you, I visited my noodle shop with Lao Liu Tou and Xiao Cui before."

Abu used his not-so-authentic official language to show his enthusiasm.

He said that remembering the three little ones was not a kind word, but he was really impressed.

After all, this was the first time they had ordered a bowl of noodles for a cat.

But then Abu saw the bearded Hu Shang frowning, and immediately said: "Isn't it more profitable to be a translator, I'll come to earn some extra money, and the noodle stall is quite tired, just rest for a few days." ”

Then, Abu coughed dryly and introduced the bearded Hu Shang sitting behind the stall:

"By the way, this is a big merchant from the Western Regions, Lord Hadir."

"And my current employer."

After Abu's introduction, he stopped chatting with the three little ones, and stood silently aside to continue to take on the role of translator.

He chatted a few words just now, which already displeased Hadir.

After all, Abu is paid to work, and he has to give his employer some face.

If it weren't for the good remuneration given by Hadir, Abu would not have come to be the translator.

"Didn't he say he wanted to accept landscape paintings?"

"I have one here, see if it's the painting he said is worth a thousand taels."

Mr. Shang said, handing out the calligraphy and painting in his hand.

Abu took it and carefully unfolded it on the table in front of Hadir.

If you are a bystander, there is absolutely no such treatment.

But what Hadir had just said, Abu could hear clearly.

When the others came, Hadir didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, but only appraised the painting and made a bid.

Addressing others as "Respected Elders" was the first time Abu had seen Hadir treat others so politely.

Hadir carefully discerned the paintings on the table, far more carefully than before.

Li Xuan and the others also observed this bearded Hu Shang at close range.

The Hu people entered Beijing alone, and set up a stall in the West Market to collect paintings with great fanfare, and offered a price of 1,000 taels of silver, which is indeed a bit abnormal.

It is not that there is no one in Hu Shangzhong who does antique calligraphy and painting business, on the contrary, this kind of business is very profitable, but it needs to have a certain strength to participate.

If you want to buy real people with real money, you can go to the shops that specialize in these items, or you can go to the auction house.

There is a special auction house for consignment items in Daxing, in addition, there are similar activities in temples and Taoist temples, and there are ways to find good calligraphy and paintings.

Hadir's approach is a bit inefficient.

Therefore, Monk Li Xuan can only think that this guy has ulterior motives.

It's just that it's not known for sure.

After looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the table for a while, Hadir shook his head with regret on his face, and then said something to Abu.

After listening to this, Abu immediately made his own translation.

"Lord Hadir regrets to tell you that he can't take this calligraphy and painting."

Hearing this, Mr. Shang asked with some surprise:

"Oh, don't you like it?"

"Or do you think this calligraphy and painting is fake?"

Abu translated the words of the head of Shang, and Hadir immediately explained, and Abu listened as he said:

"Lord Hadir said."

"The value of this calligraphy and painting is very high, and he doesn't have enough money to buy it."

"He still has to keep the money to continue looking for his lost calligraphy and paintings."

"I beg your forgiveness."

After listening to Abu's words, Li Xuan and the others nodded.

Should I say it or not, this bearded man looks at the five big and three thick, but he is quite polite.

Li Xuan noticed that this guy probably noticed that Manager Shang's origin was not simple.

After all, they had been watching from the side for a while, and Hadir had never been so polite to others.

But this made Li Xuan feel that something was wrong.

Ordinary masters can't perceive the true strength of Mr. Shang.

And Hadir's aura was far from the point where he could perceive the strength of Mr. Shang.

This made Li Xuan a little puzzled, how Hadir judged the depth of Manager Shang.

"Is it just the eye to go north and south?"

And Mr. Shang didn't care too much when he heard that Hadir didn't have the money to collect his calligraphy and paintings.

After receiving the scroll from Abu, Chief Shang asked Hadir:

"Then tell me about the calligraphy and painting you are looking for?"

"Maybe I'll see you someday, and I'll be able to help you get it back."

Hadir blinked his eyes, waiting for Abu's reaction, and after understanding what Mr. Shang meant, he immediately stood up and bowed, thanking Mr. Shang for his kindness.

"Lord Hadir said that the calligraphy and painting are actually very ordinary and of ordinary value, but they were handed down by his ancestors, and they have extraordinary commemorative significance."

"Master Hadir finally saw it when he was a child, and I only remember that it was a landscape painting with little pen and ink, but quite a sense of meaning."

"Another feature is that the paper used for that painting is special and thicker to the touch."

Hearing these characteristics, Monk Li Xuan glanced at each other quietly, and then pretended to be okay and left the stall.

After walking a little further, Princess Ankang asked:

"Ah Xuan, how is it?"

"Did you get the answer you were looking for?"

Hu Shang, who came to see the painting today, was Li Xuan's idea, so Princess Ankang asked this question.

Li Xuan didn't react, and secretly wrote on the back of Princess Ankang's hand:

"This is not the place to talk, go back and talk about it."

(End of chapter)