There are still very few famous paintings in Kyushu, after all, it is not like modern times, some people hype it, and garbage can turn you into rare treasures.

In Kyushu, paintings that do not have wonderful brushstrokes are not qualified to be called famous paintings, so the number of famous paintings has always been small.

If it weren't for the lack of money in collectors, or some other reasons, it would be rare to see famous paintings circulating on the market, after all, there is no shortage of rich people in Kyushu, and what is lacking is famous paintings with special effects.

Generally speaking, the birth of a famous painting in three or four months is already very fast, but what did you Zheng Qingfang say?

If they didn't know Zheng Qingfang's personality, the guests present began to wonder if this old man had done a trick of stealing.

"What are you waiting for?

Li Zixing urged.

Gu Xiuxun stood on the periphery, watching all this, even if she wanted to help Sun Mo, she was powerless, after all, the two sides of this kind of wrestling already belonged to the top magnates in Jinling.

Soon, three tall men walked in, each holding a rectangular wooden box.

"What are you doing here?"

Jinling Taishou Fang Lun was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, Zheng Qingfang was afraid that the famous painting would be lost, and he was suddenly unhappy: "Zheng Xiang, how can such a thing as a famous painting be tarnished by such a rough person?"

Hearing this, Sun Mo frowned, and his perception of this Taishou plummeted.

Jinling is too guarded, with a high position and power, counting, he is not only a civil official, but also commands some soldiers and horses, but he looks down on soldiers.

However, this is also the norm in the Tang Kingdom, and civil officials look down on military attachés.

Zheng Qingfang knew Fang Lun's temperament, so naturally he wouldn't argue with him for this, but someone spoke out not far away.

"Famous paintings don't pick people, but people who appreciate paintings are picking people, hehe, it's funny!"

Fang Lun's face changed, and he turned his head violently: "Who is making noise?"

The guests who stayed in the area where Fang Lun was watching immediately flashed away with panic on their faces, afraid of being targeted, and then Fang Wuji, who was sitting in the corner drinking alcohol, was revealed.

"Wuji, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Cao Xian was stunned for a moment, and then scolded: "Why don't you hurry up and make amends to Taishou?"

"He is the one who should make amends!"

Fang Wuji was drunk and hazy, because his proposal to Tong Tong was rejected in public, and after he came back, he began to be decadent and began to feel inferior.

In the past, Yi Fang Wuji's emotional intelligence would not have said such a thing, but now, he doesn't care, he starts to give up on himself, anyway, this life is boring, and if it is ruined, it will be ruined.

"Taishou, he's drunk!"

Cao Xian sighed secretly, he knew that he couldn't persuade Fang Wuji, so he could only make amends for him.

"Lao Fang, appreciate the paintings! Don't let this kind of person spoil his elegance!"

Li Zixing persuaded.

He is the behind-the-scenes helmsman of Wandao Academy, and he still values Fang Wuji very much, but this kid, it's time to knock and knock.

"He's ruined!"

Anxin Hui sighed.

"You should be happy that your competitor's top card is gone, right?"

Sun Mo asked rhetorically.

"Even if I want to win, I will use the right means. ”

An Anhui explained: "Fang Wuji is a good teacher, it's a pity!"

To be honest, the three big men don't feel that they have been humiliated, after all, there is no such thing as human rights in this dynasty.

"Alright, let's enjoy the paintings!"

Zheng Qingfang pulled Fang Lun, he also cherished talents, and didn't want Fang Wuji to be cleaned up: "The first picture, "Early Spring Outing". ”

When the picture scroll unfolds, it is a spring rain that has stopped at the beginning, and the spring scenery is shining all over the colorful clouds, and the breath of spring is instantly rushing to the face, making the entire Linjiang Hall instantly silent.

This is the charm of famous paintings, just look at it, and you can't take it away.

No one talked about it, and no one commented on it, because they were all immersed in this childlike atmosphere.

Ten miles of long pavilion, swifts return to the north!

The stream was murmuring, with a few swimming fish playing, and the wind blew through the willow trees on both banks, cutting off a touch of young shoots.

Not far away, a young girl carrying a kite was tiptoeing and looking down the avenue.

Looking along the girl's line of sight, you can see that at the end of the path, there is a turbidity Shijia son, holding a fan in his left hand, believing in the reins of the horse.

"Wonderful!

Li Zixing slapped his thigh violently, and then applauded vigorously, and his face was full of the look of seeing the treasure.

This painting instantly brought him back to his childhood and reminded him of the time when he went on a spring outing with his playmates.

"That's how I put paper kites when I was a kid!"

"The horned girl, the yellow-mouthed child, it's not too fast!"

"Woooooo

The guests talked a lot and sighed with emotion, and even a few emotional ladies cried to remember the lost youth.

Zheng Qingfang looked at these people, sneered, and spoke: "Everyone, take a closer look, this famous painting is not just a picture!"

Zheng Qingfang is a big man, and others naturally dare not disobey his proposal, so he looked at the painting again, and then discovered the details.

In the distance, on the grass, a dozen teenage servants dragged paper kites and ran around, their clothes soaked with sweat and their faces full of exhaustion, but no one dared to stop, because a beautifully dressed girl was yelling at them.

On the right side of the scroll, there is a long pavilion with a sumptuous banquet, where several rich-to-rich, well-dressed children chatted while sipping tea and looking at the paper kites in the sky.

Outside the pavilion, on the side of the road, stood a young girl singing with a red-toothed board, and the straw sandals under her feet were stained with dew and mud.

She wanted to get close to earn a few pennies, but she was worried that she would disturb the nobleman's Yaxing and be beaten.

The guests stopped talking, and they were all peeking at Zheng Qingfang's expression.

Sure enough, this prime minister, even if he is a minister, also cares about the people of Limin.

"The idea of this painting is really wonderful, at first glance, it is the children of a rich family going out in early spring, a childlike and cheerful, but looking at the edges of the four corners, the tone of the whole famous painting has changed greatly, and it has become an accusation!"

Qi Muen spoke, admiring the painting.

"Not bad!"

An Anhui nodded: "The water is cold in early spring, but these child servants are still standing in the river and brushing the spring horses, which shows the difference in identity." ”

Zheng Qingfang glanced at it, and the others didn't speak, not because they couldn't appreciate their artistic standards, but because they didn't dare to say it.

This painting is clearly depicting two worlds.

"Master Miao, what do you think?"

Zheng Qingfang looked at Miao Mu.

Miao Mu was silent, the theme of this painting, although the painting is all green, but happiness only belongs to the superior people, he can see it, but how dare he say it?

Those who can appear here are all superior people, and if they say it themselves, wouldn't they offend them to death?

"Hah!"

Seeing Miao Mu like this, Zheng Qingfang sneered in his heart.

"This world is so big, there are indeed many people who are suffering, my generation has the emperor's grace, and I must work hard to make this roadside free of starvation and dry bones, so that everyone's home is full of grain!"

Qi Muen spoke again: "On behalf of the eldest princess, I will donate one million taels of silver for the renovation of the Tzu Chi Institute and the school. ”

Tzu Chi is an orphanage.

Hearing this, the guests all looked gloomy, Zheng Qingfang, you are an old immortal, it turns out that you are planning to cheat everyone's money.

Qi Muen has spoken, if you don't donate, won't you have to eat and hang?

"Qi Juma is really benevolent, one million taels, he can indeed do a lot of things, I must urge my subordinates to supervise this matter, so that all the money is spent on the blade!"

After Li Zixing finished speaking, he looked at Zheng Qingfang: "Zheng Xiang, the first famous painting is so wonderful, and it is also very beautiful compared to the second one, take it out quickly!"

"That's right, Zheng Xiang, take it out!"

"This time it's sure to be a feast for the eyes!"

"I don't know which famous artist's work it is?"

The guests immediately began to talk about it, and they were so loud that they all selectively forgot about the donation.

Zheng Qingfang almost died of anger, he didn't expect that Li Zixing would be so shameless and unproductive, as long as he donated some money, then these guests would have to be generous.

"This person is so shameless!"

Papaya Niang looked at Li Zixing in amazement, are you a member of the royal family? This dawn of Jinling can also be regarded as your people, right?

You don't even pay a dime?

Thinking of this, Papaya Niang stood up: "Grandpa Zheng, I will donate one hundred and seventy-six taels and eight dollars!"

Swish!

Everyone's eyes stared at each other, looking unkind, who is this?

"Hey, little girl, why did you donate a whole amount of money?"

Zheng Qingfang asked.

"Because I only have so much money!"

Lu Zhiruo took it for granted, and then after noticing the gaze of others staring at her, she couldn't help but shrink behind Ying Baiwu.

The head iron girl was not afraid, and subconsciously put her right hand on the hilt of the knife, until she touched the air, and then remembered that when she was on the cruise, she was searched and her weapons were taken away.

To be honest, if it weren't for the position, everyone present would have been touched by Papaya Niang, this is really a kind and good girl.

"Since my students have donated money, then I can't be left behind as a teacher, on behalf of Zhongzhou University, I donated one million taels to support the children in Jinling and surrounding villages. ”

After Sun Mo finished speaking, he looked at Cao Xian.

"Zhongzhou University is really profound, although I am not as good as Wandao College, but I also have to make a contribution and donate one million taels!"

At this moment, Cao Xian was not distressed, after all, he still had a sense of honor as a famous teacher and principal, after seeing this famous painting, he was infected and wanted to do something for those poor children.

"I'm Gan!"

Li Zixing immediately stared at him, do you donate? That's all my money!

Zhongzhou Academy and Wandao Academy both spoke, Fang Taishou couldn't sit still, he also wanted face, he had no choice but to laugh and harden.

"I'm a poor man, I can only smash pots and sell iron, and I'll make up 500,000 taels!"

Fang Lun sighed, with an expression of unhelpfulness.

This acting is really amazing.

"The heart is getting better!"

Zheng Qingfang comforted, in fact, he sneered in his heart, the filial piety you receive from those merchants who deal in salt and iron tea every year is millions of taels.

"I'll donate a million taels!"

Li Zixing was helpless, several top giants had donated, and if he insisted, he would really not give face, and the guests couldn't hide from his opening, so they could only donate.

Zheng Qingfang smiled, after this banquet, one thousand taels are in hand, and a lot of things can be done.

"Okay, the money has also been donated, hurry up and take out the second famous painting, right?"

Qi Muen urged, but the guests didn't want to see it anymore, if they were forced to donate again, who would be able to stand it?