The Possession of My Beloved

    There is another mystery in the land of worm-eye peas?

    This point, Zhao Quan really didn't realize it.

    It seems that this layman is very proud of this, so he is not polite to Bole Zhaoquan who cannot see the exquisite paintings.

    The hateful pen scholar did not expect that the little lady who had been silent all the time discovered the mystery of the painting. It was really the mountain and flowing water of the scholar who hated pen, a rare bosom friend.

    So the old scholar couldn't help but look at Liu Miantang in admiration, twisting his beard and saying, "This lady has good eyesight."

    Liu Miantang smiled slightly, she didn't know her eyesight was so good, she just looked at the dragonfly's eyes a little bright, then she took a closer look, for some reason, she didn't know why this kind of hidden blood Xuanji's painting method always feels a little familiar, but I can't remember it for a while.

    However, this painting aroused her interest, so she followed Zhao Quan to find the artist.

    Of course, she is not as boring as Zhao Quan, she intends to be a Bole who appreciates people.

      , wouldn't it be more affordable?

    However, in the eyes of the scholar hate pen, it is impossible to see that this dignified and beautiful young woman is a businessman who is greedy for profit. People's bosom friend.

    But Liu Miantang couldn't wait to explain her intentions, she just wanted to ask her husband to draw a plate for her, and she was willing to pay a high price.

    Zhao Quan was not the first to discover the mystery. While secretly ashamed, his heart was actually more ecstatic. No matter what, he was the first to discover such a genius. It's just freehand and elegant, and now it seems that a hand-painted pen is also superb.

    If you show this work in front of people, it will be just around the corner to become a generation of people who are sought after!

    But before Zhao Quan had time to talk to the old scholar about the splendid future, this little lady Miantang asked the old gentleman to do the inferior work of a craftsman, which is really a disgrace to Gao Shi!

    He knew that the old scholar had a quirky temper, and for fear that he would drive people away, he hurriedly said to Liu Miantang: "Madam is really making a fool of yourself! How can an elegant person like Mr. If you are short of painters to draw plates, the nearby workshops are everywhere. You can hire as many as you want, and I will pay for the wages!"

    Liu Miantang looked at the time, and she didn't want to stay in the same yard with Zhao Quan for too long, so she just said honestly to the old scholar: "Sir, to be honest, my family is He opened a porcelain shop, but his management was not good. In the long run, he had to close the shop. But this shop was the first business opened by my husband after he came out of the capital. I can't help him too much, I just want to ask Mr. Danqing to help him, draw a treasure of the town shop, make a name, and then I can get in touch with those time-honored porcelain kilns, and I can buy some fine products to sell in the future. Vibrate the family business, I will definitely make a grass title ring, and sincerely repay Mr.

    But this big truth obviously persuaded the old scholar. He looked at Liu Miantang with a sincere attitude and asked, "How much money did you pay?"

    Liu Miantang thought about her thin family background, and was a little short of breath, and asked, "How much do you want, sir?"

    Not waiting for the old scholar to bargain, fearing that he would surrender his identity, Zhao Quan immediately widened his eyes and said, "Just sell me your paintings, I am willing to pay one hundred taels to buy your paintings. !"

    What a joke! Also, her husband was deeply affected and depressed? The guy surnamed Cui is afraid that he won't be able to catch a thief for a long time, so he is so anxious that he is stunned!

    Other things would be fine, but he didn't want to delay a great genius because of King Huaiyang's deception!

    The poor and elegant people from the countryside are the most touching. How can a painter who draws plates for a china shop speak? Zhao Quancai won't let this prodigy degenerate!

    Liu Miantang also widened her eyes, she did not expect that a man would dare to raise the price so much!

    Although I heard my husband say that his family has many wives and concubines, he should not worry about making a living, but is it not crazy to spend one hundred taels to buy paintings? He is such a prodigal, is he not afraid that he will lead his wife and concubines to beg for food in the future?

    More importantly, she can't afford a hundred taels. Zhao Quan is really not a good thing! It messed up her affairs!

    At this moment, she couldn't care less about etiquette, Liu Miantang couldn't hide the anger in her heart, and glared at Zhao Quan fiercely.

    What a fierce lady, but her eyes are so beautiful...

    At this moment, the old scholar opened his mouth: "I sell a painting shop for forty wen a pair of paintings, and the lady will pay me at this price."

    When Liu Miantang was overjoyed, Zhao Quan was completely dumbfounded.

    The Marquis of Zhennan was heartbroken and stomped: "Why do you want to degenerate like this?"

    But Mr. went to the grass hut next to him, which should be where he usually painted. I saw him take out a painting scroll from the wooden barrel and open it. While looking at it with a sense of loss, he said, "This lady looks very much like my deceased wife. She asks for paintings for her husband, which is sincere and touching. I will help her."

    Zhao Quan came over like a concubine, looking at the woman on the old gentleman's scroll, his nose was crooked.

    Although the husband has modified his beloved wife's brush and ink because of his selfish preference, this woman has a thick waist and a persimmon face... What kind of blindness can she feel like a willow with a slender waist and an oval face? Miantang resembles?

    Angry in her heart, Zhao Quan also rudely shouted: "How is Madam Zun similar to Lady Liu?"

    The old man had tears in his eyes, and seemed to be moved.

    His wife never let him do the slightest housework before he was alive.

    But his beloved wife died of illness, and no one shared the joy of his success. What's the use of having a fake name? The mansion and mansion are not as good as the thatched hut that this beloved wife repaired little by little. He doesn't want to go anywhere but here.

    It is better that he did his best to help this young woman who was also eager to protect the door.

    This gentleman's real surname is Chen, and his single name is "Shi". Although Mr. Chen didn't ask for a high price, Liu Miantang didn't want to take advantage of him, so he agreed that if the exquisite paintings made her shop's business better, she would pay him more for processing.

    Liu Miantang feels that as long as the business sells well, she will reward Mr. Chen more than a hundred taels of silver in the future.

    The poor Marquis of Huainan came here in good spirits, but returned in disappointment. When he got into the carriage and walked away, he didn't even look at Miantang. He was probably annoyed. I asked the servant to pass the message: "Tell the lady, she is so annoying, I won't forgive her!"

    After speaking, Hou Ye waved his sleeves and walked away angrily.

    So good, Liu Miantang is not afraid of breaking her face with the genius doctor. Anyway, her husband didn't let her talk to Zhao Quan, she didn't care, she just went home happily.

    At that time, when the officials learn chess with peace of mind, they will be able to command the servants decently, and Mama Li and the others can stay in the Cui family for the elderly.

    Miantang's long-cherished wish is not high, she just wants to guard her house and manage her life well.

    The next day, she chose one with finer porcelain from the several magnetic kilns she supplied, and asked them to send a stack of clear white porcelain plates to paint for Mr. disk use.

    But everything was ready, and Miantang, who was ready to do a great job, was slammed with cold water by the porcelain kiln worker who came to deliver the plates.

    The guy heard that these plates were to be painted, so he kindly reminded the lay lady.

    "Mrs. Cui, a hand-painted porcelain plate is not as good as painting on paper. You can finish it as you please. Because the porcelain surface is too smooth, the pattern with the size of a bean needs to be dipped in paint five or six times. The paint is also not like on paper, it can absorb water and solidify immediately. The drying speed is much slower than on paper... And after the line is drawn, it needs to be fired to continue coloring, which is very time-consuming. Even if you If the painting is done well, if the temperature of the porcelain kiln is not properly controlled in the middle, the porcelain may also be cracked..."

    Speaking of this, the guy shook his head and said, "If Madam doesn't believe it, you can inquire. There is only one hand-painted porcelain in the town. For the royal tribute! Your ambition is very big, but you don't stick to it!"

    After the guy finished speaking, he shook his head and went back to the kiln to work.

    Liu Miantang now understands what interlacing is.

    She originally thought that by borrowing Mr. Chen's wonderful pen and painting a few plates, she could revitalize her business and make the business prosper. Now I know that it's because I think it's simple.

    Thinking of this, she turned around and said to Mr. Chen who had been staying by the side: "Sir, you heard it too. I'm really sorry, if you didn't promise me, you can stay at Mr. Zhao's place. A hundred taels of silver... Since it is impossible to paint on a porcelain plate, I will personally go to Mr. Zhao's place to make amends and let him continue to buy your paintings... If he doesn't buy them... I will also give Mr. a sum of money to compensate, just with Zhao The number of sirs... can't compare..."

    Mr. Chen is sitting at the table eating the lunch that Li's mother brought to Liu Miantang. In the past few days, Mama Li is in a good mood and always cooks meat for Miantang. What I made today was a bowl of red and well-cooked Dongpo Pork. The skin of the meat was glowing with an attractive crystal light, and it was trembling when I picked it up with chopsticks.

    Layman Hatebi hasn't eaten such delicacies for a long time, it's called a storm! After he ate all the meat, he pulled his beard and rubbed the gravy at the bottom of the bowl with the crust.

    Listening to Liu Miantang's shameful words, Mr. Chen wiped his mouth and waved his hand indifferently: "I haven't tried it, how can Madam give up easily? Since this hand-painting needs to be drawn, Burn it, then I will go to the porcelain kiln today and try it while guarding the stove. Madam only needs to bring me meals twice a day."

    Since the husband is willing to try hard, Liu Miantang is naturally very grateful, and ordered Mama Li to cook for the husband, and every meal must have fish meat.

    Mother Li had no interest in revitalizing the North Street family business, but seeing Liu Miantang's high spirits, she did not stop her.

    Since she is a person with few good days, it is enough to let her be casual. If she really makes money, maybe the lord will reward her, and she will also make her a lonely woman.