C10 Appraisal and Painting

Yanzhi and Yan Er didn't even look at the boss. They only shouted softly into the car, "Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master, get out of the car." One hand was supporting the curtain while the other was supporting the other.

A small and fair hand stretched out from the car first, followed by a pair of dark brocade shoes embroidered with ripples. Finally, it was the little figurine that looked like a pink sculpture. "Zhou Chang Fu, do you have something good this time?"

"I will have it." Zhou Changfu, who was called Zhou Changfu, hurriedly said, "Young Master, what a coincidence that you are here." He hurriedly took a few steps back and let the little guy, who was afraid of spoiling him, get out of the car.

Behind him, the two men who had come to call Qiu Dong, were dressed cleanly. Their faces were washed very well. One of them held a bamboo leaf styled cloak in his hand and coaxed him in a soft voice, "Eldest Young Master, can you put some on? The autumn wind is cool." The other person held a cloud pattern box in his hand. There was a handkerchief inside to serve his hands.

Behind him, there were a few attendants who were also following him. Each of them was holding a food box and warming the box. It was full of tea, snacks, and other things. Behind them was a pair of boys the size of two young masters. One of them was holding a birdcage. They kept chirping birds. Further back were the guards who were either equipped with large blades or holding long swords.

It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a silkpants.

Fu Tine initially did not like such extravagance. After a long time, she finally understood. Without these, people would not put you in their eyes. With all these, no matter where she went, she would first throw this pile in. Each of them treated themselves as their ancestors and did whatever they wanted.

If they wanted to do something simple, they could do it. Not too far away, only Jing'an Censor Tai's door stood in a circle. Without spending the night, the entire Jing'an Prefecture, from Fu Shen to all the other officials, would definitely gather information. Could it be that something had happened at Zhongyi House in the capital? Enraged today? Or was he involved? A kind of people in the world, this is called the heart of the world.

Fu Tine saw it and understood. Even if she did not like to enjoy it, she had to accept it. After a while, she would really get used to it. It was easy to go from simple to extravagant, but it was probably this logic when going to the countryside and following the customs, right?

Fu Tine lifted her foot and walked into Zhou Chang Fu's shop. She saw a fierce tiger with white eyes and a majestic posture pouncing on her. " Oh, it's this one."

Zhang Qian's Mountain-Down Tiger and Ink Splashing Painting were not valuable or famous at the moment, but Fu Tine knew how much this person's painting would be worth in the future. This Jing'an Prefecture did not produce anything else except for one thing - Zhang Qian's old residence. Fu Tine had previously asked Zhou Chang Fu to look for this person and promised to buy Zhang Qian as long as he was willing to draw. She had no choice but to use the name of the great painter to illustrate history.

After taking the hot towel and wiping his hands, someone had already taken out their own cushion and placed it on the mahogany armchair in the shop. Fu Jiang waited for his big brother to sit down before he sat down with him. After all, he was still young. Although he had been enlightened early on, his foundation in painting was far inferior to Fu Si's. Naturally, he didn't dare to speak any further and only listened from the side as his big brother savored the painting.

Zhou Changfu ordered his men to remove the painting and half bowed as he brought the two paintings in front of Fu Tine along with the shopkeeper, "Two young masters, please take a look." He was very enthusiastic.

"The thick ink and the heavy colors are so compatible. The art and the art have merged into one..." Fu Tine waved her small hand to call for the River of Talismans to be praised. "You see, the people in the world are either heavy colors or ink. If there is a brush, there will be no actual writing. Only Zhang Qianji. This man's style is wonderful. It is not an exaggeration to call him a national hand. " He then gestured Fu Jiang to look at the mountain tiger:" Look at this tiger. When it's sinking, it's like a king or a tiger. When it's sinking, it will show its true colors. The majesty of the king in the mountain and the charm of a fierce tiger are unique. It is rare to see such a tiger. It's a pity, it's a pity... "

Fu Jiang did not understand why his father was known as the National Hand. His father did not have such a master in his daily life. "It's hard for me to understand, but why is it a pity?" Fu Jiang was confused again. He tilted his head to look at his brother, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

Fu Tine's white little hand was floating an inch above the picture. It was moving slowly from top to bottom. It was like touching the picture but did not touch it. It made the onlookers chew on the taste of love. "It is a pity that this lord did not draw a tiger. This painting should have been tricked by them."

Zhou Chang Fu was shocked. "Eldest Young Master is really a god. This piece of paper even agreed to draw. Only tigers are unwilling to die. " Seeing that Fu Tine had already retracted her hand, he then solemnly placed the painting on the table, "I waited for a few days and took advantage of the time when he was not prepared to get drunk. Only then did I get this one. I just don't know how Eldest Young Master found out."

Fu Tine did not answer how she knew. She pretended to pick up her own tea bowl and said," Say it. How much do you plan to scam me? "

Zhou Chang Fu's face was immediately covered with skin and flesh. He smiled like a flower. : "Not much, two sets of two hundred taels in total."

When Fu Jiang heard this, his heart skipped a beat. "Two hundred taels? I'll buy this mediocre painting..."

Before he could finish his words, the tea bowl in Fu Tine's hand made a crisp sound. Fu Jiang quickly stopped talking.

At this moment, this painting was indeed not worth this price. However, if this price was put in a few decades later, it would be tarnished to death. Fu Sifu Jiang, who was only seven years old before the New Year, was indeed unable to take out these two hundred taels at this moment.

The Imperial Censor House originally did not lack this bit of silver. Just based on the clothes Fu Tine wore, any one of them that she was used to, would be worth this amount. However, the amount of silver she was holding in her hand was twelve taels per month, and Fu Jiang was only worth seven taels.

Everyone, don't underestimate this 12 taels. This was the amount that the poor people spent in a year.