"Phew, even a broken painting like you, you dare to come to my ink shop, I really don't know how long my face is, and I don't look at what kind of place this is, should people like you come?"

Ugly Yansheng was pushed, "plopped", and fell to the ground, and the paintings he painted were immediately thrown out by several young men in Tsing Yi and thrown directly on the street, smashing up dust all over the ground.

On the snow-white paper, there are a few touches of black in an instant.

"You ......"

Ugly Yansheng pointed at the few young men in Tsing Yi with trembling fingers, but unfortunately, the other party didn't even look at him at all, they hugged their arms, snorted coldly, and then blocked the door of the drinking ink studio like two door gods, obviously not letting him get close again.

"Sweep the floor, sweep the floor!"

All around, there were voices of people constantly talking, pointing and pointing one by one.

Seeing this, Chou Yansheng turned around silently and no longer looked at everyone's eyes.

He has encountered too many such situations.

Because he was worried about the monthly money at the end of the month, after coming out of Poor Man's Alley, he came directly to this shallow water street, and originally wanted to take his three scrolls of calligraphy and paintings to those calligraphy and painting shops to see if he could get the appreciation of their masters, and was willing to pay for them.

If you can, it will naturally save a lot of things, and the price will definitely be better than setting up a stall on the street, and you can make up the monthly money faster.

It's a pity that after hearing that he didn't come to buy paintings, but to sell them, and he didn't have much fame, not to mention that the shopkeeper didn't see it, he was directly pushed out by two small guys with paintings, and his paintings were thrown on the street.

However, even so, Ugly Yansheng only silently got up from the ground, then came to the three scrolls, picked them up, carefully patted the dust off them, then glanced back at the two little guys, turned around and left.

The two little guys behind him sneered at this scene, the name of Ugly Yansheng's cowardice has always been famous, otherwise they wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous, and when they saw that it was like this, they were all happy to laugh.

This has become a rare fun for them.

Behind him, the other onlookers also let out a shrill laugh, as if mocking him, the dog in distress.

Ignoring the ridicule of everyone, Chou Yansheng turned a corner, hugged his calligraphy and paintings, and limped forward, and finally came to the other largest calligraphy and painting shop on Shallow Water Street, 'Lanting Ji'.

I heard that the owner of this calligraphy and painting shop has always loved talents, and is very famous in Xiangcheng, if you can see him, accept his calligraphy and painting, even if he doesn't take anything, it is a step to the sky.

Chou Yansheng had the intention of giving it a try, and decided to hit the south wall again.

Although he doesn't love money, he wants to drink wine every day, and if he can sell it for more money, he can naturally exchange it for better wine, and he doesn't have to worry about the monthly money every month.

Lanting Ji is a very delicate and elegant calligraphy and painting shop, divided into three floors, of which the first floor is wide open at this time, and the flow of people at the door is endless, all of them are local celebrities and scholars in Xiangcheng, and even some princes and nobles.

Chou Yansheng walked in with the painting in his arms, came to the counter, and just offered to sell the painting, a wealthy middle-aged man behind the counter squinted at him and said: "Who is the surname, is there a letter from a famous nobleman on the painting?"

Ugly Yansheng shook his head.

The rich and strong man suddenly had an impatient expression on his face, waved his hand, and said: "Ahh ”

"You ......"

Chou Yansheng never expected that he didn't even have a chance to spread out the painting to give people a look, but when he heard that the painter was nameless and there was no noble seal, he drove people away.

Looking at the endless stream of painting buyers around him, all of whom came to the paintings of famous artists, he shook his head with a wry smile, picked up his paintings, and walked out step by step.

"It seems that without fame and seals, it is impossible to sell paintings in a calligraphy and painting shop, so I can only continue to set up stalls. ”

I know that even if I go to other painting and calligraphy shops, it is also a humiliation, these people only look at the font size, seals, and do not look at painting skills at all, although their paintings are cheap, but there is no need to be trampled here, even if they are sold cheaper, they must be sold to people who know paintings.

Thinking of this, he walked all the way, and did not look for those big painting and calligraphy shops to peddle them, but went directly to a shady place on the corner of the street, set up a stall, and put out all three of his paintings and hung them on the side of the road.

Immediately, he took out a small bench and sat down behind the calligraphy and paintings, looking at the endless flow of people around him, waiting for someone to come forward to inquire.

The owners of those calligraphy and painting shops don't know the goods, how many of them can come and see their own paintings without looking at their reputations, just looking at their painting skills?

However, things were destined to disappoint Chou Yansheng, and those scholars and literati, inviting friends and friends, also passed by his painting stall, but after a casual glance, most of them left with disdain on their faces.

Those who were dressed in splendid clothes did not squint, and went directly to those famous calligraphy and painting shops, his small painting stall, hiding in the shady corner of this street corner, but no one looked at it, and no one stopped to admire it.

In the blink of an eye, the time went from morning to morning, and the morning fog began to dissipate, and the sun pierced like ten thousand steel needles, which was very dazzling.

The number of passers-by is also gradually decreasing, and only in the evening, when the weather is heavy and cloudy, will the flow of people increase again.

But Chou Yansheng did not leave, there were still three days to go, and when it was time to pay the monthly money, the remaining copper crystals in his hand were less than fifty copper, and in these three days, he had to earn more than thirty copper in order to make up the monthly money, otherwise he would be driven out and live on the streets.

It's just a matter of living on the streets, if there is no alcohol to drink, then life is worse than death.

At this moment, even if the price is a little cheaper, he admits it.

Unfortunately, even though he had kept the price very low in his mind, a full morning passed, and no one patronized his art stall.

At noon, he was a little hungry, and he didn't eat from last night to this morning, so he could only put away the painting stall, spend a copper crystal, buy a bowl of noodle soup at the old shop on the corner, and after filling his stomach casually, he returned to the street again and continued to set up his stall.

However, after a full noon, luck did not get better, but seemed to get worse.

In the afternoon, a few men with green cloth leggings walked on the street, and at first glance they were out of place with their surroundings. They were full of ferocity, and along the way, many vendors like Chou Yansheng who set up calligraphy and painting stalls on the street were driven away.

Then, they came to the stall of Ugly Yansheng, one of them picked up a roll of 'Xiangjiang Map' painted by Ugly Yansheng, took a look, and then his face was full of disdain, and he snorted heavily: "This is also called painting, the uncle scribbles with a brush and graffiti, they are all better than you, this is Lao Tzu's territory, why don't you get out quickly?"

"Huh?"

Ugly Yansheng was slightly stunned, not expecting a drastic change.

He had never seen these people on this shallow water street before, why did he have to rush him to close the stall when he came today, he had never seen such an arrogant and rude person.

He didn't want to go, and said: "A few uncles, Xiaosheng has been hungry for several days, and he can only sell paintings to make ends meet.

"Hehe, ......ahh

The young strong man who was the leader first made a "poof" sound, and spat on the picture of Xiangjiang that he had spent three days and nights drawing.

Immediately, with a "snap", he picked it up and threw it on the ground, and then stepped on it a few times, and in an instant, this Xiangjiang map, which took Chou Yansheng several days of hard work, was reduced to waste paper, and it was worthless.

Chou Yan was in a hurry and hurriedly stepped forward to rescue, but where was he the opponent of those young and strong men?

Seeing that the remaining two strong men had taken a look at his remaining two paintings, he was suddenly desperate, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he crossed the three of them with a "whoosh" and came to the painting stall, with one hand in both hands, closed his eyes and said loudly: "If you want to destroy my paintings, step on my corpse first!"

"Yo, there are still two points of backbone. ”

The young strong man at the head smiled "hey", waved his hand to stop the two subordinates, and then walked up to Ugly Yansheng, patted his cheek hard, and said with a smile: "If you want us to let you go, come, hand over today's money, this is the cost of protecting your stall, a total of ten copper crystals, should you not pay it!"

"What...... Ten copper crystals?"

Chou Yansheng thought that he had heard it wrong, his two paintings were estimated to be sold for twenty copper, and a few of them were used to buy paper and pencils.

This young strong man didn't do anything, and one mouth was ten copper crystals, which meant that all his hard work in the past four or five days was in vain.

"It can't ......"

He was short of money at the time, how could he hand over ten copper crystals at this time, and even if there were, these people ruined his paintings in front of him, and asked him for money, at first glance, he was a ruffian, he handed it once, there were two times, there were two times, and in the future, day and month, month and year, it was almost endless trouble, so he resolutely did not pay.

However, as soon as he was resolute, the young strong man on the other side suddenly became angry, and he glanced at the two junior brothers, and the two of them suddenly understood, and stepped forward to grab Ugly Yansheng.

And the leader of the strong man, like a swift wind, passed over him, went straight to his remaining two paintings, tore off one of them, and with both hands, "Click!" After two or three blows, he tore it to pieces and slammed it on the ground.

Seeing this, Chou Yansheng's eyes were slightly cold, and an extremely sharp light flashed in his eyes.

But thinking of something, he fell silent again and bowed his head silently.

The young strong man stretched out his hand and tore the last painting, which painted a peach blossom, and the peach blossoms on the painting were clustered one by one, bright red and brilliant, lifelike, both the beauty of the peach, and the simplicity of the peach, which was pleasing to the eye.

There is also a small poem inscribed next to the painting, just a few crosses, but it is very beautifully written.

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate. The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

This is a passage in the ancient scriptures, so this painting was named by Chou Yansheng: 'Tao Yao'.

This is Chou Yansheng's favorite painting, and it is also the one he spent the most effort on, painting for seven days and seven nights, if it weren't for the recent urgent money, he was really reluctant to take it out and sell it.

However, at this moment, let alone selling, seeing this peach is also following in the footsteps of Jiang Tu and another painting, and was torn apart by the young strong man's hand.

At this moment, a coquettish shout came from the corner of the street: "Where did the scoundrels come from, dare to go wild in this shallow water street, and don't look at what kind of place this is?"

With the sound of words and hooves, a girl in red clothes, riding a tall horse, swept like the wind.

The man was in mid-air, and the bright red horsewhip in his hand had been thrown and rolled towards the hands of the young man.

"Ahh

The girl on that horse was so strong that with a wave of her hand, the young strong man was like a broken sack, his feet were empty, and the whole person had soared through the clouds and mist, and he flew up.

Immediately the girl let go of her hand again, and the whip suddenly straightened up, and the young man's hands could not help but let go, and the person was in mid-air, without standing on his feet, and with a "plop" sound, he fell far away, and fell into the ink-washing pool on the side, startling the sound of water.

On the street, the crowd exclaimed.

The two subordinates of the young strong man, looking at the "big brother" who fell into the pool, and then at the red-dressed girl standing upright on the prancing horse, hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to save people first, or to avenge their eldest brother first?

ps: Fourth update.