In Nanfeng's memory, the young man pointed to the painting he had drawn and said with great interest: "I want to take you to see Wushan Wuxia, where there are different flavors all year round, you will not regret it!"

She seemed to reply to him: "Take me back, aren't you afraid that your father will beat you?"

He grinned and said, "Why did he beat me? He didn't have time to praise me!"

"South Wind—" the little scholar called me.

Nanfeng woke up from his reverie and suddenly felt a chill in his back.

The little scholar raised his head and asked me with a smile, "How?"

"Good looking. ”

She's not perfunctory to him, it's really good-looking.

He looked at it for a while, and seemed to be satisfied, and inscribed the names "Spring Dawn Flying Boat Picture" and "Lonely Boat Fishing Snow Map" on it, and did not sign the author's name, but only printed a seal in the upper right corner of the painting.

On the seal is the word "Ming Hong", the line is in block letters, and it is very elegant and chic.

Nanfeng tilted his neck and asked him, "Who is Minghong?"

He paused, chuckled, and said, "A man who has been dead for a long time." ”

"Is he famous for his paintings?"

"Barely bear some false name. ”

"You're a fake—have you ever copied his paintings before? Are you sure you can sell them?"

He blew on the rice paper to let the ink dry, then gently folded them and said, "This is the first imitation, but I think someone will buy it." ”

Nanfeng felt a pity. In fact, judging from these two paintings alone, his skills are very profound, and both paintings are very tasteful. It's a pity that he had to treat them as fakes, and he defiled such a good painting. Hey, in order to eat a mixed meal, a fake is a fake.

The little scholar's face was really thick-skinned, he soaked it for a long time, paid for half a day, and asked the owner of the rice paper shop to frame the painting for him. After doing this, he hung the two paintings in the market.

Now is the time for the academy to dismiss, and there are always scholars passing by, and many people are still talking about the Ming scriptures and strategies of today's master's examination. When passing by the little scholars, some people often put some spirit into these two paintings.

An older Confucian came over and looked at it for a moment, and then more and more people gathered in front of the two paintings.

Nanfeng saw the "birth" of this fake with his own eyes, and felt that he couldn't hold it on his face, so he hurriedly hid aside, pretending to be a passerby. But the little scholar was very calm, he spread out the rice paper, thought about it for a while, and put down the pen again.

Passers-by chattered about the little scholar's paintings, but the little scholar lowered his head and painted, silent, as if the surrounding voices had nothing to do with him.

A young and small Confucian said in a loud voice: "Isn't Mr. Ming Hong's "Flying Boat in the Spring Dawn" and "Fishing in the Snow in a Lonely Boat" preserved in the imperial palace?

"Pinglan, you are mistaken," a tall Confucian with thoughtful facial features took over, and his tone was gentle and elegant, "These two paintings were originally kept in the palace, but, you also know, because ...... In the matter of the Seven Princes, the royal family sent all the calligraphy and painting articles written by Mr. Ming Hong out of the palace. As for the whereabouts of those things, some people say that they were burned directly, some people say that they were sent to the hometown of Mr., and some people say that they were thrown into the coffin of the Seven Princes. ”

"Oh, I don't know!" said the short little Confucian who was called Pinglan, "Bohao, you are worthy of being a follower of Mr. Minghong, and you know so much about these things!"

Bo Hao shook his head lonely and said, "I just hate not being able to see Mr.'s masterpiece with my own eyes!"

The older Confucian touched his three-inch-long beard, wrinkled his eyebrows and said, "These two paintings really have the style of Mr. You look at the edge, the ink, the arrogant font, and the position of the seal, all of which are the same as the original. ”

Bo Hao was a little excited: "Listen to Brother Wei, I'm afraid this is genuine?"

Pinglan stepped in front of the little scholar, pressed against the dilapidated and narrow desk, and asked, "This son, where did your paintings come from?"

The little scholar's swimming pen tip did not pause, his head was still lowered, he covered his mouth and coughed twice, and replied: "In Xiafu's surname is Helian, and his family lives in Kuizhou." The painting was handed down by the ancestors, and if it wasn't for passing by the treasure land, unfortunately getting sick, he would not want to sell it. ”

Ping Lan's eyes widened happily, and he secretly glanced at the people behind him, of course, but he personally thought it was "secretly".

The Confucian scholars behind Pinglan all took a few steps forward in unison, surrounding the little scholars. The Confucian scholars who passed by were curious and also came over.

The south wind was a pleasant surprise. Yo, yo, it turns out that the little scholar's tricks are so good! It turns out that she actually picked up a treasure! She no longer hides, but also squeezes into the crowd.

Bo Hao looked up at the painting, looked at it carefully, and asked, "How much does Childe plan to exchange this painting for?"

The little scholar finally put down the brush in his hand and said slowly: "Ten taels of silver for each painting." ”

"Ten taels?!" exclaimed from the crowd.

Nanfeng rubbed the tip of his nose and thought: This little scholar is really bold enough, why don't you go and grab a fake for ten taels of silver! Won't your conscience hurt! Look, everyone is protesting!

Bo Hao was obviously a little angry, and said: "Childe is also a scholar, even if he has a relationship with Mr. Minghong, he should know how valuable Mr.'s poetry and paintings are! Although Childe has bad luck and has encountered difficulties, but these two of Mr.'s famous works are sold so cheaply, won't it hurt Mr.'s reputation?!"

Pinglan was also anxious and said, "That's it, it's insulting!"

The Confucian scholars were "filled with righteous indignation."

Huh......? Someone even thinks that the painting is cheap?

The little scholar looked around at the people standing in front of him, smiled and said, "Then, according to your opinion, what price should be set for these two paintings?"

Bo Yu pondered for a moment, twisted his eyebrows vigorously, and said: "Mr. Helian is an all-round talent in calligraphy and painting, especially paintings, although there are only a few paintings in the world, but each one is a priceless treasure that has never been seen before, and it is disrespectful to talk about price. However, when I see that Gongzi is indeed poor, it is better to do this: I will invest thirty taels to save Childe's emergency, and these two paintings will be rented to me as Childe temporarily. Wait for the son to get through the difficulties in the future, and then ask for it back from Zaixia. How?"

The little scholar stood up, put the two paintings away carefully, and said, "I don't read well, so I can't see anything good about these two paintings." Since Childe likes it, he might as well sell it to Childe. This thing can be liked by Childe, which can be regarded as its blessing. ”

"But......" Bo Hao was a little anxious.

"Brother Bo Hao," Ping Lan pushed Bo Hao with his elbow, his eyes swelling, "Since the son of the family sincerely takes it out and sells it, why do you bother to embarrass the family? The son of the family is right, these two paintings have been in your hands, and you have preserved and appreciated them, so that Mr. Minghong's reputation is in vain." ”

Bo Lu looked at the scroll in the little scholar's hand uncomfortably, and then looked at the classmates and friends with different expressions around him, and finally bowed twice to the scroll, took the scroll with both hands, and said: "Since the beauty of the child's adulthood, it is disrespectful to the bottom." Under the gift of 30 taels of silver, the right to be a thank you. ”

The little scholar shook his head and said, "Thank you." ”

The deal was odd, with sellers pushing prices down and buyers begging to raise prices. Tsk, the world is really ...... It's not hard at all!