Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Feng Lin frowned and looked at the potatoes, and said: "This painting cannot be sold if it is dirty."

Can't see the money?

Tudou said excitedly: "Then give it to me, I have an inkstone here, how about we exchange it?"

Feng Lin said without hesitation: "No."

"A Lin, come and polish ink."

At this time, a man's voice came from inside, and Feng Lin responded, "Hey, dad."

Tudou took a step back subconsciously, and Feng Lin glared at him: "If it weren't for rushing to paint, I would ask someone to beat you out today!"

Tudou closed the painting behind him and said: "Lu sees the injustice, no, Lu sees the injustice and draws his sword to help. I have witnessed the whole process today. If there is a lawsuit, I am willing to testify."

Feng Lin lightened his face and said, "Well, you go quickly, lest Taininghou's people come to make trouble."

The girl hurriedly entered the courtyard door, and then the courtyard door closed.

"The young man is in love with Alin?"

The man on the side asked with a smile.

Tudou was regretting that he almost uttered his father's mantra, and shook his head hurriedly after hearing that, "No, I'm here to ask about painting."

He was afraid of his lack of persuasive power, so he opened the painting.

"Huh! It's been polluted! The Feng family is afraid it will be a little troublesome."

Tudou asked as soon as he heard it, "I happened to be passing there at the time, and I saw Feng Lin arguing with the people from Taining Houfu. They said that the painting must be sent tomorrow at the latest."

The man looked at the painting, frowning and said, "This landscape painting is not easy to paint. It requires spirituality. If it is not good, others won't recognize it. Then it will be unlucky."

Although Tudou didn't have much research on painting, he knew a little bit about the difficulty of the painting.

"Uncle, can anyone in Feng's family help to talk about items?"

The man shook his head and said, "It's difficult, Feng Xiang's fiancee, the eldest of the Feng family, is a niece of Juren, and his uncle is just an academic officer. There is no room for talking in front of Tai Ninghou."

Tudou sighed in his heart and asked, "Uncle, is this painting used for decoration? How can I see that the name and seal above are wrong."

The man coughed dryly: "This...some nobles are not free, so they ask someone to paint a few pictures. Many people know this."

Borrowed name!

Tudou understood, he folded his hands to express his gratitude, and took the horse home.

...

During the Chinese New Year, Fangjiazhuang was everywhere peaceful. Many farmers came to the city together, and those who encountered potatoes on the road saluted them.

After arriving at Zhuangzi, only some old people took their children to play in the fields, which added a festive atmosphere.

Tudou entered the house in a daze, and Fang Xing held him for questioning.

"How is Zhang Mao from your uncle's house?"

Fang Xing was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and his sleeves were still in his sleeves. He looked like the old man in the north.

Tudou talked about his feelings about his cousin, Fang Xing groaned, and said, "The British government will be his from now on. It seems that you are not spoiled too much. Your cousins ​​can do everything in the future."

Tudou said, "Father, I'm a lot older."

Fang Xing said helplessly: "Your mother has been muttering since the morning, saying that her mother's family is such a child who supports the lintel. She is alone and uncomfortable looking at it."

Uh!

Tudou understood it, probably Zhang Shuhui went to the British government, and was moved by Wu's bitterness. She wanted to let her men and children help her maiden nephew in the future.

Tudou screamed, and said, "The mother asked the child to go to the uncle's house alone, which means she wants to move between the younger generations often."

Seeing that he understood, Fang Xing said, "Although this is a matter of a little calculation, it is a relative at any rate. If you don't violate your principles, then your brothers should take care of that side."

If this is said, someone who doesn't understand will probably say that Fang Xing is bragging.

Can an earl dare to say to take care of a government mansion?

But everyone knows that unless the next generation of emperors neglected or disgusted the Fang family, the British government really had to borrow from the Fang family.

Tudou agreed, and then retired.

When he returned to his place, Tudou remembered that he had not seen his sister and brother just now.

"The eldest master, the young lady and the second master and the third master went to the temple."

Worship Buddha!

Tudou understood, and then told the servant to retire.

He took out the painting, thought for a long time, then went to Huang Zhong.

Huang Zhong didn't do anything during the Chinese New Year. He was either traveling with his wife and children all day or resting at home, which was very free and easy.

The yard is not big, but it has been cleaned up very delicately, and there is even a small pond.

The two of them watched a few fish that were still in the small pond. Potato kicked the edge of the pond with their feet.

Mostly the raised forgot to be afraid of people, and the fish remained motionless, making people wonder if they were fake.

Huang Zhong saw that he was a little embarrassed, so he smiled and said, "Young Master is in trouble?"

Tudou nodded, "Mr. Huang, there is a painter in the capital who paints for the nobleman, and he also hung the name of the nobleman. What will happen if these things are exposed?"

Huang Zhong said without thinking: "There is no result. Such things are not uncommon, as long as it is not an article, it will be fine."

If you steal other people's articles as your own, whether you buy them or not, you will be scorned and rejected by the readers if you spread them out.

"What if you are not satisfied with the painting?" Tudou continued to ask.

"Then it depends on whose house it is."

Huang Zhong thinks this is a child's business, but Tudou's age is when he seems to understand the outside world, so he explained it in detail.

"If you have a good reputation, you will naturally not be too mean. At most, you will break the relationship and switch to a painter. If you are a mean person, then it will be unclear. If you don't do it, you will lose money, otherwise you will take care of the painter."

"There is another."

Huang Zhong reconciled with Xie Jin to drink some wine at noon, a little drunk.

He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Some painters are good at painting, and the nobles will recruit, but the door is as deep as the sea, how can ordinary people dare to go? So if the nobles find a mistake to suppress him, then he can't help him."

As Fang Xing's only staff member, Huang Zhong sometimes acts outside or expresses his opinions on behalf of the Fang family, so he has seen many powerful methods.

He felt that there was no way for this kind of thing, unless it was to kill someone, it would be difficult for even Fang Xing to interfere.

As for the troubles of potatoes, he didn't think it was a big deal.

In his speculation, Tudou should have met a painter, and then happened to encounter the powerful and oppress the painter, with some tricks.

Sympathy!

Huang Zhong is naturally sympathetic, so he gave Tudou an idea: "Young Master~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This matter depends on who the other party is. This is not to be bullying and hard-working, but to decide according to the person’s temperament. What means can I use to help."

He knew that Fang Xing wanted to temper his son's thoughts, so he was not prepared to ask Tudou's hands on the matter, and he planned to ask the knife who went out with Tudou earlier.

But Tudou said, "Thank you, Mr. Huang, for clearing up your doubts. Goodbye."

Huang Zhong was a little surprised. After Potato was gone, he went to look for a knife.

They all lived in the front yard, because there were so many people, Fang Xing had to be remodeled afterwards, and the front yard was widened and deepened.

Huang Zhong paced to the place where the family members lived, watching the rows of small yards in front of him were quiet and quiet under the big trees, thinking about playing with people under the big trees in summer, he would definitely feel relaxed and happy.

"No! I didn't find a woman!"

"Where does the powdery smell come from? Is it a woman who throws in her arms?"

"No! It's a handkerchief, a dropped handkerchief!"

"You go out with the young master, the young master will definitely not go to such a place, only you, where did you go?"

"I didn't go! Sister Chun."

"It must be our mother and son who made you hate."

"Nothing, I am wronged!"

"Sooner or later, this place will lose our wife's place, so it's better to go back to her parents' house sooner to make room for the newcomers."

"Little treasure, shall we go to my grandfather?"

"I really didn't...hey! Okay, I'll go out, OK if I go out! Xiaobao, Dad is sleeping outside tonight. If you miss Dad, talk to your mother."

Huang Zhong listened to the quarrel of a couple of ears outside, the courtyard door opened, and the knife came out frustrated, and he was about to turn around to speak, but the courtyard door was banged shut by Chunmei from the inside. 8)

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