God-level Selection System

Chapter 387: A young man who sells paintings

"Fortunately, this Cui Yu is also an interesting person, otherwise it would be a little troublesome..."

Ye Chen couldn't help shaking his head after leaving the underworld.

The matter of revising the life and death book is big or small, and small is not small.

If Cui Yu was not accommodating, Ye Chen could only violate the previous agreement with the Dragon of Candlestick and make a fuss in the underworld.

At that time, neither of the faces will look good.

"Xiao Kui, let's meet now, your brother's reincarnation."

As if feeling the emotions coming from the magic sword, Ye Chen also patted the sword's body, amusedly comforted.

"Ok."

A weak voice came from the magic sword, and I didn't know whether it was joy or anxiety.

Chenzhou.

When I came to Chenzhou again, Ye Chen was a little familiar with the road. After scanning his mind, he found the goal he was looking for on this trip.

"it's here!"

I saw a booth outside the city gate, surrounded by many people, pointing and pointing, it was very lively.

There were many pictures hanging in front of the stall, as if they were selling paintings, but the stall owner was a boy.

Although there were many people on the sidelines, most of them shook their heads after seeing the paintings, and many children commented in a frantic manner.

"Hey, that's the'Little Chicken Pecking Rice Map'? Does the chicken look like this?"

"There is a big rock on this pavilion. Why doesn't the pavilion collapse? Haha, it's really interesting!"

Amidst the roar of laughter, the boy flushed and said angrily: "You... if you don't buy it, go away, don't stop me from doing business here!"

"Haha...I dare to show my ugliness with this kind of painting, it really laughs me to death!"

"And this one,'Furong dances around in circles, swinging left and right like a duck. Waving sleeves and twisting the waist is really slim, I'm excited to see..."

Before I finished reading, I couldn't help laughing: "Ha, ha ha...It's so funny, how can anyone write poems like this?" Is it praising people or hurting people? Is this woman the "Furong"? She looks too distinctive, right..."

"You... I'm so angry!"

The boy got up, a little angry and began to punish others, and those who were being pushed could not care about a child, each with a ridiculous color on their faces, arguing about the content of the painting.

"Master, master."

However, I saw a young man who was much older than the boy, and quickly ran to the boy’s booth, watching the boy being laughed at by a group of children, and said with heartache: "Master, you... why are you here to sell again? The calligraphy and painting? Well, you, don't you make the master and madam sad? How can you be able to bear this kind of hardship since you were a little girl?"

"Who said no? I can! If... If I sell a painting, I can make at least ten cents... No, one pen is fine. Save and buy medicine for your father! Jiangnan, you go back, you When she comes out to find me, my mother has to take care of my father. Aunt Qiao is too old to be too busy."

"but……"

The young man named Jiangnan was a little embarrassed. He couldn't bear to watch his young master while being laughed at, and he had to work hard to sell paintings here.

Although he also knows that the "masterpieces" of his young master are really...

"Jiangnan!"

"Ok?"

While Jiang Nan was pondering, the boy said in a low voice, "You said, my paintings, are they worthless as they say... When my father didn't lose power in the past, many people came to our house to visit Everyone praised this young master as a rare child prodigy in a century, and praised this young master's paintings as rare in the sky and unparalleled in the world, but...but now..."

"Hey--"

Jiang Nan smiled bitterly, in a dilemma, he could only barely comfort him: "Master, don't be discouraged, maybe these people don't know how to appreciate."

"is it?"

Some of the boys believed and doubted.

"Yes, this little brother makes a lot of sense."

An unfamiliar voice suddenly came out, making the two of them stunned and couldn't help but follow the reputation.

However, I saw a young Taoist man in a blue and white Taoist robe with a weird-looking purple-black big sword behind him. He walked slowly to the two of them, but he bent down and looked at the painting on the ground. He said quietly: "Although these paintings have a more immature brushwork, they are full of childishness and fun. In the eyes of the poor, they are also rare masterpieces."

"Make a price, I have all these paintings..."

"All inclusive?"

The boy repeated it in disbelief, turning his head to look at Jiangnan: "Jiangnan...I heard it wrong, the Taoist chief just said he wanted to include all my paintings?"

"Master...you heard it right, and neither did I."

Hearing the words, Jiang Nan nodded in a daze, and settled for a while before he was pleasantly surprised: "Master, someone has finally appreciated your painting, great!"

"Ok!"

The boy also showed a smile.

"In this way, I can finally have money to buy medicine for my father!"

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Ye Chen, a little awkwardly said: "Dao Master, these paintings... add up to only ten taels... no, fifty taels, do you think?"

"Fifty taels..."

The onlookers were also in an uproar, showing surprise.

"This silly boy, I'm afraid I'm going crazy. It's finally hard for someone to see his **** and incomprehensible paintings and dare to speak loudly. Fifty taels... it is the work of the largest calligraphy and painting studio in the city. You can buy ten. Several pictures, hum!"

"Yes, that's... I really want money and crazy!"

These words naturally reached Jiang Nan and the boy's ears, and the latter suddenly appeared ashamed and was about to change his mouth.

But Ye Chen waved his hand.

"Fifty taels, too little... I'll give you five hundred taels... But you have to answer one question first. If I am not mistaken, you should be the son of Master Shangshu Jing Huanjing, Master Jingyang. Well, why did it fall into such a situation?"

Jing Yang's eyes blushed, he was angry, and anxiously said: "Of course my dad is a book of courtesy! He is the best official and never takes bribes! He and he were framed by the prime minister, lost the official, and survived. I have a serious illness...The prescriptions prescribed by the doctor are very expensive. There is not much money at home, and the ones that can be sold are almost sold. Even my clothes are..."

Ye Chen only noticed that Jing Yang was dressed in earthen cloth, very shabby, almost like the servant Jiang Nan on the side.

"That's it."

Ye Chen nodded, waved his palm, and a wad of silver bills appeared in his hand.

"This is the ticket number of Huitong Bank. It is five hundred taels in total. Master Jing, now the money is yours. Take it back and see your father."

"I... I don't want your charity!"

Jing Yang frowned, but he suddenly realized that, his expression stern, said.

Normal people would not appreciate his trivial masterpieces, let alone spend five hundred taels to buy them. The Taoist priest in front of him does not seem to be frustrated...obviously he has another purpose.