Nongmen tranquility

Chapter 137
"What?"

"You'll know when you go." An An smiled mysteriously.

Changshi raised his eyebrows, smacked his mouth twice, and drove An An away in the carriage.

After they left, Ruan Yuanniang put down her work, looked at the backs of the two of them leaving, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

What did people do?
What is this Ruan Anan going to do?When did she get so close to that Ning Fangyuan?
Everything made Ruan Yuanniang feel a little curious, a little unclear.

It seems that now, Ruan An'an is out of control.

An An sat in a carriage, and after arriving at the thatched cottage with Chang Shi, An An jumped out of the carriage.

Chang Shi looked at the thatched hut in front of him, which seemed to be able to collapse in the wind, and was very curious.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll get you the manuscript. Now that it's sold, you have to keep going."

An An walked in and handed Chunyuqian to Changshi, Chunyuqian bared his teeth, just as Changshi didn't want to hug the puppy, he took a step back, "Look, he doesn't like me."

An An didn't think much about it, and put Chunyuqian on the grass.

Chun Yuqian: "..." Another escape, he doesn't want to be hugged by a man.

An An took out the hidden drawings. After two or three days of hard work, she had already saved a few thousand words of words and two pictures of ladies.

After tidying up, he turned around and handed it to Changshi, and said: "This is what I painted these days, you take it, this time, you go over, change the shop and talk to the owner about the price, raise the price, two thousand I want... ten...forget it, at least three taels of silver, and there is another 4000-word vernacular book with two pictures, and I want five taels of silver for this."

The previous one could only sell for [-] Wen, so she didn't even have the confidence to ask for it.

Chang Shi felt really uncomfortable.

"Just a few taels of money, and you let me beg for help?"

An An looked at feldspar strangely.

"Do you think five hundred Wen a piece can get back the money? Even if my paintings are worthless, aren't the pens, ink, paper and inkstones given by your grandfather worthless? Five hundred Wen a piece is only enough for the pens, inks, papers and inkstones plus some hard work." How long will it take me to save up to buy pens, inks, papers and inkstones by myself. Or, do you think I will always come to your father for pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the future? "

Feldstone really had a mouthful of old blood choked in his throat.Of course, the master’s pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all good. The paper is Xuan paper, the ink is Hui ink, and the pen is... After all, it’s really... For the first time, I feel that his five hundred words are really bad!

No wonder Grandpa asked him how much he sold, and he said it was only five hundred coins. Grandpa's face turned cold, he snorted loudly, and asked him which one he sold with his nose, and scolded him for not selling this village girl again. paintings are sold here.

That's right, it has to be sold at a higher price, and he doesn't want her to come to the door all the time to ask for this or that.

But he didn't want to haggle with others for a few taels of silver! Hey, he came from the Houfu in Beijing.

However, it was my master's order to serve this aunt, and Changshi couldn't disobey his master's order, so it was really distressing for a while.

An An ignored Changshi's tangled look of wanting to die but not wanting to live.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, planning for her future self.

In order to give people a fresh feeling, and to make everyone remember her paintings, when An An painted this time, she deliberately added the painting style of later generations. That style of painting should be different from the contemporary one. The style of painting is completely different, the first time people see it, there will be a refreshing illusion.

(End of this chapter)