Shenhao: The little widow became the richest woman in Beijing

He stepped forward, lowered his head to pick up the scroll, unfolded the scroll and looked at several paintings. Ancient calligraphy and painting pay attention to artistic conception, and this painter's paintings are realistic, not to mention immersed in them, they can also be said to be lifelike. I really don't understand how people can be so impressed. So demeaning?

Is this a festival? He looked up at the young man and said truthfully,

"The painting is not as bad as they made it sound. It's quite good."

The stall owner's lips moved. When others belittled him, he could still remain calm and unmoved. But when someone recognized him, he felt complicated.

He slowly raised his head, wanting to see the person who approved of his painting, but he never thought,

It turned out to be that day when someone else's woman was crippled with one kick. The painter's expression was slightly dull.

The middle-aged man wearing a brocade suit with a proud face, surrounded by several slanderers and supporters, looked at Bai Xueru with disdain.

"What do you know? You are a woman with long hair and short knowledge. What do you know about painting?"

"Do you know who I am?" "You came here to question me?"

Bai Xueru turned her head and looked at him: "Why should I know who you are! You are an insignificant and worthless person."

Several onlookers laughed loudly, "Worthless? Do you know who you are talking about?"

"I advise you to go home and embroider. If you don't understand calligraphy and painting, don't go out and embarrass yourself."

"It's really insulting to politeness. The world is in decline, and a woman actually came to comment on the painting."

The painter looked worried, fearing that the woman would make a move and destroy them all.

One person pointed at the man in brocade attire in the middle, "This man is a master of calligraphy in the Zhou Kingdom. Even the Prime Minister has praised his calligraphy and painting."

The middle-aged man stood proudly, enjoying the praise of others.

Bai Xueru ignored him and turned to look at the painter at the calligraphy and painting stall in front of her. "In my opinion, this painting is only worth more than a thousand taels of silver. Each painting is worth ten thousand gold."

"Ten thousand gold?" Several people around laughed even more, feeling that the woman in front of them really didn't know how to pretend to understand.

"Even Master Ji's valuable paintings only sell for a few hundred taels."

"You little girl, don't be embarrassed if you don't understand. Go home and cook. What fool would spend ten thousand dollars to buy his paintings."

Bai Xueru turned her head and looked at them and said:

"Just because you don't like it doesn't mean others don't like it!" "There's no need to belittle others like this."

"Besides, Qinyin's paintings reflect a person's character. How can you create a good work by belittling, sarcastic, and sarcastic others?"

Turning around to look at the middle-aged man in fine clothes, the so-called master of calligraphy and painting,

"Your painting is only worth a few hundred taels. Such a despicable act of insulting a young man is really against the style of everyone. This is what you call yourself, right?"

He said loudly, "His paintings, if I say they are worth ten thousand gold, they are worth ten thousand gold."

The man sneered and said, "Find someone to give him ten thousand yuan to buy his paintings. I don't believe there is such a person in this world."

"If his paintings can be sold for tens of thousands of gold, I, 'Ji Feng', will think about the future backwards."

Several people nearby agreed, "Yes, if his paintings can be sold for ten thousand gold! I will eat shit."

Bai Xueru glanced at a few people, took out 10,000 taels of silver notes from her arms,

Pointing to a picture of the city, he said loudly: "I bought it."

This picture depicts two of the most prosperous streets in the city, and it feels like fireworks on earth!

The painter looked at the banknote handed to him and was a little stunned. He knew how much his painting was worth. On weekdays, few people paid attention to it when he sold it for 500 yuan.

"No need, if the girl likes this painting, I will give this painting to the girl."

Thanks to her for her help, I am very grateful that she can recognize my paintings.

Bai Xueru took the painting and put the silver into his hand, "I don't like taking advantage of others."

In fact, I am just looking for a reason to spend money and make money.

The painter's eyebrows tightened and he was a little worried, "Well, the painting I'm doing is really not worth so much."

"I said you painted well, but you painted well. A thousand dollars can't buy you the love in your heart. If I like it, it's worth it."

The man's face was complicated, but he still knew his abilities well, "This,"

"You don't have to think that I'm at a disadvantage." "I spent the money very happily." Bai Xueru said happily. She did spend it very happily. The system prompted that she earned another 20,000 taels.

"Besides, everyone likes different things. Calligraphy and painting are also very inclusive. If someone likes them, they have meaning."

Bai Xueru turned her head and looked at those people.

"Just because they have no taste and don't like it doesn't mean that others don't recognize or like it. You don't have to look down on yourself. If I say you are worth it, you are worth it. In the future, you will definitely become a famous calligrapher and painter known to the whole country!"

"I will collect this painting first."

Bai Xueru encouraged,

His paintings may not be freehand ink landscapes, but they are very similar to River Scene, which is a famous painting that has been passed down through the ages.

The man listened with a complicated expression, and the scene of her raising her foot to kill someone that day overlapped with the person in front of him who encouraged and affirmed his painting.

For a moment I didn't know how to react.

I feel very complicated. In the past, my paintings would hardly be appreciated by anyone and difficult to sell. It is rare for someone to be so sure of myself. I feel very complicated!

The faces of the people here are full of disbelief. This woman must be a fool. She spent 10,000 taels to buy this idiot's paintings...

Bai Xueru turned to look at the so-called everyone, "Ji Feng, read it backwards, are you crazy?"

Then he looked at the person who just said he wanted to eat shit, "Do you need me to help you find a shit pit?"

Several people looked embarrassed, "You are a crazy woman. If you spend ten thousand taels to buy him, who's wife? Your husband is really unlucky. You are such a prodigal."

"I'm sorry, my husband is dead and I earned all the money myself."

"I think your husband is mad at you!"

"You want to be pissed off by me, but you don't have this blessing!" Bai Xueru replied.

"You, I don't want a woman like you. Who dares to marry into my family? How much of the family fortune will be ruined." After saying this, he turned to look at the others and asked if that was the case.

"With your little family fortune, I wouldn't even care if you gave it to me. I don't like it."

"you,"

Bai Xueru glanced at him and took out another ten thousand taels from her arms with disdain.

The eyes of several people nearby were straightened, and one person said without caring about his face. "I also have a painting, why don't you take a look? It must be better than this loser's painting."

The middle-aged man was also a little moved. Whose girl was this? She didn't take money as money, but she couldn't bear to introduce her paintings!

Bai Xueru raised her lips slightly, wanting to spend the money, but she was afraid of hurting the painter, so she took it back, looked at the few people and said, "With your little family fortune, you are still worried about failure."

"You say you are incompetent when you are incompetent, and you still think women spend money! It's really ridiculous."

Several people looked embarrassed and said, "I won't care about a woman like you!" and finally left in dejection.

When Bai Xueru saw several people leaving, she turned around and walked away.

"Girl, stay!"