After the first assistant's wife is reborn

"Madam, what style of calligraphy and painting do you like?" The shopkeeper cupped his hands at Xia Sichan after directing the boys to do things.

In other words, Xia Sichan didn't know the shopkeeper, so of course the shopkeeper didn't know his master either.

"Well, shopkeeper, it's like this. I asked Kang Cheng to bring some paintings over yesterday, and said that Mr. Qiu admired them very much. No, I'll bring some more today." Xia Sichan said, While gesturing, Shiju asked Shiju to hand the painting box to the shopkeeper.

"What? The painting of that Mr. Shan Ming was sent again today?" The old man who was muttering, buried his head in the painting hurriedly raised his head and asked.

Shi Ju replied: "Yes!" Then he presented the painting box in his hand to him.

The painting that Kang Cheng brought over was given to him by the young mistress. Isn't the wife in front of him the young mistress?
"Hey! It's the young mistress who is here, sorry for the little Zheng Wen's disappointment." Shopkeeper Zheng hurriedly bowed to Xia Sichan.

Then, she led Xia Sichan to the armchair beside her: "Young Mistress, sit down and drink tea."

"Shopkeeper Zheng is polite."

"Young Mistress, who is that Mr. Shan Ming?" That Mr. Qiu put down the pipe in his hand, knocked out the sparkling tobacco in the ashtray, and asked impatiently when he saw Xia Sichan.

Then he opened the painting scroll in the painting box presented to him by Shi Ju, squinted his eyes, and began to appreciate it carefully.

Shopkeeper Zheng hesitated, thought hard, and said cautiously: "Forgive me for my short-sightedness. I have never heard of this gentleman's name. I don't know where he is from? Is there any masterpiece handed down from generation to generation?"

Xia Sichan sat in the armchair and said calmly: "Old Mr. Qiu, it's normal that you two haven't heard of Mr. Zheng. This Mr. Shan Ming is full of knowledge and talent, but he is very low-key and indifferent to fame and fortune. His lifelong wish is Traveling around the world, observing the people, imparting knowledge, he went to Jin State to teach more than ten years ago, and then went to Liang State, because he got to know my father, so he wrote a book as a gift."

Shopkeeper Zheng was in awe after hearing this, and sighed: "Mr. Shan Ming is really a master."

Xia Sichan also sighed: "My father also admires him very much. Over the years, he has treasured his paintings and calligraphy. Since Mr. Shan Ming came back, whenever he has excellent works, he sent them to my father for appreciation."

Shopkeeper Zheng asked cautiously: "Then... the young mistress will sell me this gentleman's painting, won't you offend your father?"

Xia Sichan smiled and said: "My father and Mr. Shan Ming are transparent people, how can we blame him? Now, Mr. Shan Ming is living in seclusion in a village in the suburbs of Beijing because of his inconvenient legs and feet. Yesterday when Kang Cheng asked, I asked him Let someone go to discuss it, and he asks Mrs. Ben to take care of this matter."

After Xia Sichan finished speaking, she pointed to the flower box that Siju handed over just now and said: "Look, these are the new works that Mrs. Ben gave to Mrs. Ben yesterday when she went with someone."

Shopkeeper Zheng was overjoyed, and made a long bow to her: "Young Mistress, don't worry!"

Afterwards, shopkeeper Zheng and Mr. Qiu opened the painting box, carefully took out the scroll, and looked at it carefully.

Fluent brushwork, delicate painting style, elegant and clear, perfect.

A pair of gray eyes throbbed faintly, eyebrows trembled a little, and gradually became clear: "Okay, not bad!"

Shi Ju stood aside, her little face turned livid.

If she didn't know who Shan Ming was, she would have been fooled by her own lady, thinking that there was such a number one person.

I've seen what Pompey Hai said, but I haven't seen someone who can make up things like Miss. It's obviously her own painting, and she said that it was painted by a great old man.

He simply exaggerated himself as a flower, not the sky.

Xia Sichan tentatively asked: "Then what are the prices of these pictures?"

Old Mr. Qiu stretched out his five claws and waved them in front of Xia Sichan, his voice was old but still vigorous: "The ones sent by the guards today and yesterday are 5000 taels in total."

When Xia Sichan heard that her paintings were worth 5000 taels of silver, she was still taken aback, and her eyes were full of astonishment.

Until the stacks of banknotes in my hand are extremely unreal, can my paintings really be collected?
The paintings and calligraphy sold by Shanshui Pavilion are either given as gifts or used for collection, which are of great ornamental value.

In other words, her paintings can be elegant.

Xianggong is really not flattering her, her paintings are really good!

Xia Sichan's heart jumped with joy, thinking of going back quickly to share this joy with Wei Ziqian.

Mr. Qiu saw Xia Sichan's disbelief on his face, and said, "In time, the number of Mr. Shan Ming's paintings will double."

"Yes, there will be an auction in our shop, and the price will definitely be higher at that time." Shopkeeper Zheng said, shaking his mustache.

Immediately afterwards, the dizzy Xia Sichan signed a contract with the shopkeeper in someone else's name, made a written document, made two copies, and kept each of them with their fingerprints.

At least three paintings per month, regardless of long scroll or small format.

Xia Sichan breathed a sigh of relief, and naturally responded repeatedly.

Xia Sichan bid farewell to shopkeeper Zheng and old Mr. Qiu, her footsteps were unsteady, Siju quickly stepped forward to support her small body: "Miss, maidservant is dizzy!"

Xia Sichan glanced at her: "Promise!"

Shi Ju was also dazed by this surprise and couldn't find her way.

He helped Xia Sichan into the carriage, and afterward, Siju, who had tasted the sweetness, shook Xia Sichan's arm, "Miss, didn't you draw a long scroll and two fans on the boat, let's find it out and sell it to you." Let him try it at another house and see how many taels of silver he can sell it for?"

If Siju didn't mention it, Xia Sichan completely forgot about it.

Of course, the paintings on the boat were taken by Wei Ziqian after they were framed, and then he placed them in the study of Songju Pavilion.

Xia Sichan couldn't help laughing, patted her on the head, and said: "You little money fanatic, you have already signed a contract with someone, why do you still want to sell the painting to others? Doesn't it turn into a breach of contract, and you have to pay for it."

In fact, Xia Sichan is a fan of the authorities.

Wei Ziqian's private treasury is in her hands, so isn't this shop her own?

It's really Coke, and you still signed a contract. What are you worried about breaking the contract?
Shi Ju also didn't understand, and was even more puzzled, and said stupidly: "It's strange, you have to give the painting to his family to sell if you sign the contract?"

"Hey, you silly girl!" Xia Sichan reached out and tapped her on the head with a funny face.

Xia Sichan was speechless, how could Shiju, who is usually so smart, see things about money, so her brain can't work?
"Well, hee hee, I understand." Shi Ju blinked her beautiful almond eyes and grinned.

At this moment, Shi Ju looked at her young lady with respect, but also admiration!
Our lady is worth money, bah!He is a master who can make money.

In the future, I have to urge the lady not to be lazy and to draw a few more pictures.

Hee hee, that painting is silver!

Shi Ju: Our lady can really fool me, so I fooled you into paying 5000 taels of silver for these few paintings!