Spring and Autumn Confucian Heroes

Chapter 1 Selling Paintings
"How much is this painting?"

In front of the narrow booth, a swordsman dressed in black looked at the lifelike landscape painting on the ground and asked.

A customer came to buy things, but the boy's face didn't change at all, he just said indifferently: "Ten taels of silver."

"hiss."

Hearing the boy's words, the black-clothed swordsman gasped immediately, and then looked at the boy with strange eyes.

The young man's name is Huan Chang. He is already this year, and he only came to the city to sell calligraphy and paintings some time ago.

Unlike other vendors, although Huan Chang wanted to sell calligraphy and paintings for money, he never yelled loudly and just waited quietly.

What is even more puzzling is that the calligraphy and paintings sold by Huan Chang are very expensive.

In ordinary calligraphy and painting shops with storefronts, the works of famous masters cost only one tael of silver for a copybook, and only ten taels of silver for a painting.

It's just that Huan Chang, who set up a stall on the street, dared to sell calligraphy and paintings at such an expensive price, but many people scoffed.

"Young man, this man is crazy about money, don't talk to him."

"If you want to buy calligraphy and painting, I can guide you. The price of calligraphy and painting in that place is cheaper than here, and they are all made by everyone."

The naughty peddler next to Huan Chang saw that Huan Chang was so reckless, he immediately sneered.

He sells business to the black-clothed swordsman, and if he can successfully lure this person into the store, he will also get some referral fees.

As for offending Huan Chang, the peddler didn't care, who let Huan Chang occupy a small stall of his own.

The black-clothed swordsman glanced at the vendor, then looked at the painting and calligraphy with some reluctance, and said with a little embarrassment: "Although I like this painting, I only have eight taels of silver left on me."

"After I earn money, I will come to my little brother to buy paintings."

The vendor who spoke just now couldn't help being dumbfounded when he heard what the black-clothed swordsman said.

The vendor could tell that the swordsman in black was definitely not trying to shirk, but really wanted to buy this calligraphy and painting.

He didn't expect that in the world, there really are people who are taken advantage of by such people, who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy the work of a brat.

The swordsman in black put down the landscape painting, his eyes full of reluctance.

Huan saw this, but he showed a smile on his face, and said: "If you really like it, brother, I will give this painting to you, and I won't take any money."

This time, not only the vendor, but even the black-clothed swordsman was inexplicably surprised.

Seemingly seeing the doubt in the swordsman's heart, Huan Chang smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Afterwards, he said, "Some people pay thousands of dollars for my calligraphy and paintings, but I won't sell them; some people, I would like to give away my calligraphy and paintings without receiving any money."

Huan Chang's body is not considered strong, but his eyes are very bright, and there is an air of elegance on his body.

When the swordsman in black heard Huan Chang's words, he immediately stood up in awe, took out all the silver on his body, and placed it in front of Huan Chang.

He solemnly said: "I understand what little brother means, but I can't treat you badly as a brother, even if I owe little brother a favor today."

After speaking, the swordsman in black picked up the landscape painting, turned around and left.

The merchant next to him saw that Huan Chang had made eight taels of silver all of a sudden, his eyes turned red.

Eight taels of silver is definitely not a small amount for ordinary people, and it can even make an ordinary family live for three months.

The merchants have worked so hard for half a month, but they may not be able to earn this money, so he doesn't think it's strange that he is so jealous.

Huan Chang ignored the vendor's jealousy, just looked up at the back of the black-clothed swordsman, his eyes were on the sword behind the man, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Although the black-clothed swordsman just now had a very gentle attitude, Huan Chang had already confirmed his identity as a real warrior.

In the mainland of Kyushu, warrior status is very special.

Even the most ordinary fighters have abilities that are different from ordinary people, and it is difficult for three or five strong men to get close.

The real strong among those great sects can even rule states and counties, beat dukes and lords, and receive a grand reception wherever they go.

Some super sects can even determine the rise and fall of a vassal state.

In this world, everyone aspires to become a warrior, but it is very difficult to step into the martial arts.

Even becoming a martial artist in the most ordinary realm is full of difficulties.

Although Huan Chang lived in Yangjia Village since he was a child, he has also read poetry and books since he was a child, and has a deep understanding of warriors.

As a young man, Huan Chang also longed to be able to walk the rivers and lakes with his sword, roar when he saw injustice, travel the world freely, and pursue the ultimate martial arts.

However, Huan Chang's master did not allow him to practice martial arts, but forced Huan Chang to read and learn calligraphy since he was a child.

"When will I be able to be like those warriors, unrestrained and proud of the world?"

Huan Chang's fists were tightly clenched, and some veins in his hands were bulging due to excessive force.

However, he could only sigh slightly after all.

The black-clothed swordsman disappeared, but Huan Chang's heart became a mess, full of longing, unwillingness and helplessness.

"Master, why don't you let me practice martial arts?"

Huan Chang shouted in his heart, but no one could answer his question.

"Hoohoohoo."

Huan Chang withdrew his thoughts, tried his best to calm down, stared at the eight taels of silver in front of the booth, his eyes were a little dull.

"Forget it, master will never harm me. Since he doesn't let me practice martial arts, he must have his own reasons."

Thinking of how kind his master was to him, although Huan Chang was extremely eager to practice martial arts, he finally sighed and prepared to put away the money.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that you can sell calligraphy and paintings."

At this moment, a joking voice sounded.

The eight taels of silver in front of the booth was also snatched by a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man weighed the silver in his hand, threw it into the air non-stop, and then caught the silver again with a happy expression on his face.

Huan saw this often, and couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked, "Why are you robbing me of money?"

The middle-aged man grabbed the money, raised his eyebrows, and said with a half-smile: "You sell things here, don't you know that you have to pay me, Mr. Liu?"

"In the past, I saw that you couldn't sell anything, so I didn't bother you. Now that you have money, it will naturally belong to our brothers."

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad, with this money, the brothers can be happy again."

Behind Mr. Liu, there were four local ruffians, all with joy in their eyes.

Huan Chang said stubbornly, "That's my silver, please return it to me."

Huan Chang had always studied hard, but his family had no money. The master felt that Huan Chang was old and should earn money to support his family.

Therefore, Huan Chang came to the city to set up a stall to make money.

It's just that he abides by his master's teachings and never sells calligraphy and paintings cheaply, which is why he marked the price very high, and has never had any income.

This eight taels of silver was Huan Chang's first income.

When Liu Sanye heard Huan Chang's words, his face darkened, and he shouted: "Boy, don't be shameless. In this area, it's Sanye who has the final say."

The naughty peddler next to him, although a little greedy for petty gains, was a little jealous and often made eight taels of silver.

However, he is just an ordinary citizen after all, he has the treachery that belongs to the common people, and even more the kindness that belongs to the common people.

Huan Chang just arrived here for the first time, and he didn't know the details of Mr. Liu, but the merchants knew it very well.

He also didn't want to see something happen to Huan Chang, so he hurriedly persuaded in a low voice: "We have to pay the share money to the third master when we sell things here, so just bear with it."

"This time you paid a lot of money, but the third master will not kill the chicken to get the eggs. If you make more money in the future, the third master will not take it all away."

Hearing the peddler's persuasive advice, Huan Chang's sense of this person improved a lot.

However, he also has his own persistence.

Huan Chang still stubbornly said: "That's my money, and it's still in the city. Are you not afraid of the government if you are so open about grabbing it?"

"Government?"

Thinking of the huge expenditure of bribing the government every year, and thinking of pretending to be a grandson in front of the officials, Liu Sanye's expression became a little distorted.

He suddenly stepped forward, kicked Huanchang's booth over, and cursed: "The government can't control me, you boy, don't be shameless."

Seeing that Huan Chang hadn't been persuaded, and seeing that Mr. Liu was angry, the peddler was frightened, packed up his things and ran away.

The four gangsters following Mr. Liu saw that their boss was angry, and hurried forward to trample all the calligraphy and paintings rolled on the ground to pieces.

Seeing his hard-working works scattered on the ground like this, many calligraphy and paintings were trampled beyond recognition, Huan Chang suddenly felt angry from the heart.

"Don't deceive people too much!"

Huan Chang suddenly stood up and glared at Mr. Liu.

Huan Chang is an unscrupulous genius who learned to read at the age of five, wrote poems at the age of eight, and painted at the age of ten.

Although he has only one child now, he has already read poetry and books, and he naturally has a great sense of righteousness in his chest, and he has a certain power when he gets angry.

Seeing Huan Chang angry suddenly, Mr. Liu seemed to be startled when he saw the figures of those high-ranking scholars from this young man, and took a step back involuntarily.

But thinking of the young man in front of him, he was just a poor scholar, and immediately felt ashamed of his actions just now.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

Third Master Liu stared at Huan Chang viciously, with a cold light in his eyes.

Scholars naturally have the backbone of a scholar, and Huan Chang is no exception, looking at Mr. Liu without fear.

Huan Chang's eyes were full of stubbornness and anger.

"Call me!"

Having been slapped in the face by a brat, if Mr. Liu can't teach Huan Chang a lesson today, he won't have to hang out on the streets in the future.

As for the crime of beating people in the street, Mr. Liu is not afraid, and he still has some collusion with the government.

When the four gangsters heard Liu Sanye's order, they rushed up with a grinning grin, and the leader kicked Huan Chang and knocked him to the ground.

"Dare to make the third master angry, today we will relax your muscles and bones!"

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