C3 The Opportunity to Make Money

The reason why Feng Tingting had that thought was all because she saw a lot of paintings that were thrown away by her father, Feng Guangzong.

The current her still had a little appreciation for paintings due to her grandfather's relationship. Although this Feng Guangzong was an extraordinary person, even with his high eyesight, he wrote it pretty well.

However, the ancient cultivators scoffed at the merchants, even if they were starving to death, they would not sell calligraphy and paintings, since Feng Guangzong treated them as trash, why not use them?

Thus, after Feng Tingting returned home, she went to the woodshed and picked out a few sheets of paper from the pile.

Because the paper was not expensive here, Feng Guangzong did not hold back when using it. The paintings he picked out were all relatively complete and were also of a rare quality.

Feng Tingting secretly rolled it up and stuffed it into her cotton-padded jacket. Then she took advantage of the busy situation Zhou Chunmei and Feng Huilan were in in in the kitchen to run out.

Freight House was located in the southeast side of the village, right in the direction of the pond.

When Feng Tingting arrived, Seller was packing up his things, with his big watery eyes, he said in surprise: "Can the things made in this village be sold to the town?"

Seller was surprised for a moment, then laughed: "Then it depends on what you want to sell, but the recent embroidery is rather popular."

"But it's rare to find a fine item out of ten, but mine is different."

As she said that, Feng Tingting took out Feng Guangzong's calligraphy piece and showed it to him.

Seller had seen a lot of things on his journey north and south, it was rare to see such a high level of painting in this small village.

He coughed. "Are you selling this?"

Feng Tingting looked up, "This thing is of no use to us, if someone likes it, the money they get would naturally be great."

Seller was silent. This painting was indeed good, but it was a pity that the paper was too wrinkled and it affected his beauty.

However, looking at the little girl's hopeful eyes, she then remembered Feng Guangzong's identity and family situation, and kept it.

"I'll help you take it. If you sell it, I'll take 30%."

Feng Tingting's eyes lit up: If Uncle can really sell it for money, then in the future, we can cooperate for a long period of time.

The Seller smiled kindly, thinking that it was just a heat coming from the little girl's head.

"My surname is Yuan, you can call me Uncle Yuan."

Then, the Uncle Yuan wrote a note and gave it to Feng Tingting.

However, Feng Tingting was only trying it out. Although she knew that this painting was good, she did not know how much it would sell for.

Other than this, there was another thing he was worried about, which was the calligraphy and paintings.

Feng Guangzong was bored, so he wrote and drew. He spent most of his time studying to prepare for the examination next year.

If that was the case, then the calligraphy painting she collected wouldn't be enough, and she had actually learned Chinese painting before, but no one would buy that even if she were to stick it upside down.

Feng Tingting had a headache, without these things, how could she earn money, but to be taught by Feng Guangzong, it was even harder than ascending to the heavens.

Just like that, they returned home dejectedly to see Feng Guangzong carrying a pile of creased paintings and walking towards the woodshed.

Feng Tingting rushed into the woodshed and picked out a few good calligraphy and paintings.

"What are you doing, Girl Ting!" Suddenly, Feng Guangzong's voice came from behind, causing him to freeze in shock.

"I …" Feng Tingting turned around, bit her lips, twisted her clothes, and looked at Feng Guangzong with grievance: "Tingting just wants to learn from seeing that father's calligraphy is good, but is afraid of father's scoldings — —"

After saying that, Feng Tingting bit her lips, her slightly red eyes glistening with tears as she complained about her grievances.

This was the first sentence that came to Feng Guangzong's mind, but he also felt that if his daughter was proficient in the art of zither and chess, then she could marry into a noble family and he could enjoy life together.

"You have always been smarter than Girl Lan. If you want to learn, I'll give you an hour after dinner."

Feng Tingting was stunned for a moment. She did not think that Feng Guangzong would actually agree so readily.

"What, overjoyed?" Feng Guangzong rubbed his head and laughed.

"Thank you, Father!"

Feng Tingting was more than happy, she seemed to see silver flying towards her.

That night, Feng Tingting excitedly went to the study room.

Feng Guangzong would never let anyone in, so he was considered the first.

The small study room was filled with books, the mottled walls were filled with different types of calligraphy and paintings, and all of them were signed by Feng Guangzong.

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings, Feng Tingting's eyes lit up with silver. If he were to casually take them out, it would at least cost him more than 10 taels of silver, but it was a pity that Feng Guangzong was too conceited and stubborn.

Just as Feng Tingting was watching, Feng Guangzong took out a painting from the wall and placed it on the table.

"From today on, you will copy it. Only if I feel better will I be able to replace it." After he finished, he ignored Feng Tingting and continued to read.

Feng Tingting already had a foundation, so copying it was not difficult. In less than an incense's time, she had placed the finished product in front of Feng Guangzong.

Feng Guangzong looked at the calligraphy painting that was similar to himself in 60% panic. His eyes flashed with many emotions, including shock, joy, and helplessness.

"Daddy, is Tingting's drawing bad?"

Feng Guangzong did not say anything, but carefully sized up his little girl.

The twelve-year-old girl was very thin and did not grow up, but I saw that she looked more like a lady than an elder daughter.

A lady from a noble family? Feng Guangzong's heart stirred and he narrowed his eyes.

Feng Tingting pursed his lips, and could only copy it again. This time, Feng Guangzong did point it out.

After an hour, the painting was finally completed. Compared to the first painting, the improvement was not little.

Not only was Feng Guangzong shocked at Feng Tingting's talent, even she himself had not expected this.

From today onwards, Feng Guangzong seemed to have taken this matter to heart, and he became even more serious towards Feng Tingting.

Just like that, days passed one after another, and in the blink of an eye, another month passed. In the middle of December, Feng Tingting remembered her agreement with the Uncle Yuan, and using the name of washing clothes, she waited at the Freight House with a wooden basin.

Uncle Yuan looked at her and smiled, then pushed 20 gold coins and the previous paintings in front of her.

"What does that mean?"

"The calligraphy and paintings might be good, but the top quality calligraphy and paintings still need to pay attention to paper." Uncle Yuan paused for a moment, "As for these twenty pieces of paper, they are the deposit that kind Master Ministry Councillor gave you."

Feng Tingting's face revealed joy: Does Master want my drawing?

Uncle Yuan nodded his head: "I hope that you won't be giving me this wrinkled paper next time."

"I will deposit these 20 gold at the Uncle Yuan, there's still time to split the money after buying the painting."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll take it for myself?"

Feng Tingting smiled sweetly, "Since Uncle Yuan has been selling in these three villages for so many years, it is naturally reliable. Furthermore, merchants only care about loyalty and righteousness, I trust you!"

Uncle Yuan was startled, then he laughed, the way he looked at Feng Tingting also changed, looks like he really met a treasure.