"Bah, even if you are so broken, you dare to come to me in Yinmozhai. I really don't know the long face and don't look at where this place is. Is it the one who is like you who should come?"

Chou Yansheng was pushed and thrust, and fell to the ground with a "thump". The paintings he drew were immediately thrown out by several servants in blue, thrown directly on the street, smashing dust all over the floor.

A few black spots were instantly dyed on the snow-white drawing paper.

"you……"

Chou Yansheng pointed at the servants in blue with trembling fingers. Unfortunately, the other party didn't even look at him directly. They hugged their arms and snorted coldly, and then blocked the door of Yinmozhai like two door gods, obviously not letting him get closer.

"Siwen sweeps the floor, Siwen sweeps the floor!"

Around them, there were voices of people constantly talking, pointing and pointing.

Seeing this, Chou Yansheng turned around silently and stopped looking at everyone's eyes.

He has encountered too many such situations.

Because he was worried about the monthly money at the end of the month, since he came out of the Kuangren Lane, he came directly to the Qianshui Street. He originally wanted to carry his three volumes of calligraphy and paintings to those calligraphy and painting shops to see if they could get the praise of their heads and were willing to pay for it.

If possible, it will naturally save a lot of trouble, and the price will definitely be better than setting up a stall next to the street, and you can also make up your monthly payment faster.

Unfortunately, after hearing that he was not here to buy paintings, but to sell paintings, and he was not very famous, let alone the shopkeeper did not see them, he was pushed out by two servants and others, and threw his paintings on the street.

But even so, Chou Yansheng just quietly got up from the ground, then came to the three scrolls of paintings, picked them up, carefully slapped the dust on it, then looked back at the two servants, turned around and left.

The two servants behind him looked at this scene with a sneer. Chou Yansheng's reputation as cowardly was always famous, otherwise they would not dare to be so presumptuous. Seeing that it was indeed the case, they were all so happy that they laughed.

This has become their rare interest.

Behind him, other onlookers also cooperated to let out a harsh laugh, as if mocking him as the dog in trouble.

Chou Yansheng ignored everyone's ridicule, turned straight through a corner, hugged his calligraphy and painting, limped forward, and finally came to Qianshui Street, another largest calligraphy and painting shop, "Lanting Ji".

I heard that the owner of this calligraphy and painting shop has always loved talents and is very famous in Xiangcheng. If you can see him and accept his calligraphy and paintings, even if you don’t take a penny, you will reach the top in one step.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Chou Yansheng decided to hit the south wall again.

Although he doesn't like money, he wants to drink wine every day. If he can sell more money, he will naturally be able to exchange for better wine, and he won't have to worry about his monthly money every month.

Lanting Ji is a very exquisite and elegant calligraphy and painting shop, divided into three floors. The first floor is open at this time, and people are constantly passing by at the door. They are all famous scholars in Xiangcheng, and even some princes and nobles.

Chou Yansheng walked in with the painting in his arms and came to the counter. When he asked to sell the paintings, a rich middle-aged man looked at him with a squinted look: "Who is the name of whom? Are there any seals of a famous nobleman in the painting?"

Chou Yansheng shook his head.

The rich and strong man suddenly had an impatient expression on his face and waved his hand, "Ah, no name, no surname, and no valuable seal, why do you come here to do it? Your painting is simply worthless. No matter how good it is, it is useless. Let's go, go quickly, don't delay my business."

"you……"

Chou Yansheng never expected that he did not even have the opportunity to spread the paintings out and give people a view. He just heard that the painter was nameless and no noble seals were sealed, so he drove the people directly.

Seeing the endless stream of painting buyers coming to famous artists, he smiled bitterly, shook his head, picked up his paintings, and walked out step by step.

"It seems that without fame and seal, it is impossible to sell paintings in a calligraphy and painting shop. I can only continue to set up a stall."

I know that even if I go to other calligraphy and painting shops, I will be humiliating myself. These people only look at the size of the font and seal, but not the painting skills at all. Although their paintings are cheap, there is no need to be treated here. Even if they sell them a little cheaper, they still have to sell them to those who know the painting.

Thinking of this, he walked along the way, and no longer found those large calligraphy and painting shops to sell them. Instead, he went directly to a shaded place on the corner of the street, set up a stall, and put out all his three volumes of paintings and hung them on the side of the road.

Immediately, I took out a small stool, sat behind the calligraphy and painting, and looked at the endless crowds of people around me, waiting for someone to come forward to inquire.

This Qianshui Street is full of scholars. The owners of calligraphy and painting shops do not know the goods. There are always a few people who can not read the reputation and only look at the painting skills, but also see their own paintings?

However, things were destined to disappoint Chou Yansheng. Those scholars and literati, who invited friends, passed by his painting stall, could just take a look at him and most of them left with contempt.

Those who were dressed in beautiful clothes looked straight at the famous calligraphy and painting shops. His small painting stall was hiding in the shaded corner of the street, but no one looked at it, and no one stopped to appreciate it.

In the blink of an eye, time went from morning to morning. The fog in the morning began to dissipate, and the sun was pierced like thousands of steel needles, which was very dazzling.

The number of people passing by is gradually decreasing. Only when the weather is heavy and cooler will the flow of people increase again and again.

But Chou Yansheng did not leave. There were three days left, and when he paid the monthly money, the remaining copper crystals in his hand were less than fifty copper. In these three days, he had to earn more than thirty copper to make up his monthly money, otherwise he would be kicked out and left on the streets.

It would be fine if you stay on the street, but if you don’t have wine to drink, it would be worse than death.

At this moment, even if the price is a little cheaper, he admitted it.

Unfortunately, even though he had already suppressed the price in his heart, a full morning had passed, but no one visited his painting stall.

At noon, he was a little hungry and hadn't eaten until this morning. He could only put away the painting stall, Hua Yi Tongjing, bought a bowl of noodle soup in the old shop on the corner of the street. After filling his stomach with sloppy, he returned to the street again and continued to set up the stall.

However, after a full noon, my luck not only did not improve, but seemed to be worse.

In the afternoon, a few men with green cloth leggings came to the street, and they looked out of place. They looked fierce. Along the way, many vendors like Chou Yansheng who set up calligraphy and painting stalls on the street were driven away.

Then, they came to Chou Yansheng's stall. One of them picked up a volume of the "Elephant River Picture" drawn by Chou Yansheng, took a look, then looked at it, and then spitted heavily: "This is also called painting. The old man can doodle with a brush and doodle, which is better than you. This is my territory, why don't you get out of here?"

"Um?"

Chou Yansheng was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect there would be a drastic change.

He had never seen these people on this Qianshui Street, so why did he have to close his stall when he came today? He had never seen such a arrogant and rude person.

He didn't want to leave and said, "Several uncles, the young masters have been hungry for several days and can only sell paintings and living food. He also asked the old master to have a lot. If you are willing to forgive me, please forgive me!"

"Haha, ahhhhh..."

The young and strong man in the head first spat out on the picture of the Xiangjiang River that he had finally drawn for three days and nights.

Then, he picked it up and threw it on the ground, then stepped on it a few times. In an instant, this Xiangjiang map that was finally drawn by ugly Yan Sheng for several days was reduced to waste paper, and it was worthless.

Chou Yansheng was very anxious and hurried forward to rescue him, but he was not the opponent of those young and strong men?

Seeing that the remaining two strong men took a look at the remaining two paintings, he immediately did not know where he got the strength. With a "swoosh", he passed by the three of them, came to the painting stall, opened his hands, closed his eyes and said loudly: "If you want to destroy my painting, step on my body first!"

"Yeah, I still have two backbone."

The young and strong man in charge smiled "hey" and waved his hand to stop the two subordinates. Then he walked to the ugly Yansheng, patted his cheek hard, and said with a smile: "It's okay if you want us to let you go. Come on, hand over today's money. This is the cost of protecting you from setting up a stall. There are a total of ten copper crystals. You shouldn't not pay it!"

"What...Ten Copper Crystals?"

Chou Yan thought he had heard it wrong, so he could only sell twenty copper for two paintings, and there were a few coppers for buying paper and pens.

This young and strong man did nothing, and he could only use ten copper crystals at one mouth, which would mean that all his four or five days of hard work were wasted.

"This is impossible..."

He was short of money, how could he hand over ten copper crystals at this time? Besides, even if there were, these people destroyed his paintings and asked him for money again. At first glance, they were gangsters. Once they had handed over, they would have had twice, and once. From then on, there would have been almost endless troubles every day, every month, every year, so he refused to hand over.

However, as soon as he was determined, the young and strong man opposite him suddenly became angry and winked at the two younger brothers. The two of them immediately understood and stepped forward to hold Chou Yansheng.

The strong leader passed by him like a gust of wind, walked straight towards the remaining two paintings, pulled one of them off, and used force with both hands, "Click!" and then pulled it into pieces in two or three strokes, and threw it on the ground casually.

Seeing this, Chou Yansheng's eyes were slightly cold, and an extremely sharp light flashed in his eyes.

But when he thought of something, he fell silent again and lowered his head silently.

The young and strong man reached out to pull the last painting. The painting was a peach blossom. The peach blossoms on the painting were clustered by clusters, bright red and brilliant, lifelike, both with the splendor of peaches and the simplicity of peaches, which were pleasing to the eye.

There is also a small lyric next to the painting, which is only a few dozen words, but it is written very beautifully.

"The peach is beautiful and bright, and the flowers are bright. When a son returns home, he is suitable for his family. When a peach is beautiful, he is beautiful and has some troubles. When a son returns home, he is suitable for his family. When a peach is beautiful and bright, his leaves are lush. When a son returns home, he is suitable for his family."

This is a passage from the ancient scriptures, so this painting was named "Taoyao" by the ugly swallow.

This is the favorite painting of Chou Yansheng and the one he spent the most effort. He painted it for seven days and seven nights. If it weren't for the urgent money recently, he wouldn't have been willing to sell it.

However, at this moment, let alone selling, this Taoyao has to follow the footsteps of Xiangjiangtu and another painting, and was pulled to pieces by the young and strong man.

At this moment, a whisper came from the corner of the street: "Where did the rogues come from? They dare to scatter in this shallow water street, and don't look at what this place is?"

With the sound of words and hooves, a girl in red dress rode a tall horse and rolled up like the wind.

The man was in the air, and the bright red horse whip in his hands had already swung and rolled it, circled towards the young and strong man's hands.

"Oh!" With a scream, the young and strong man did not expect this sudden change, and his hands were immediately trapped by a horse whip.

The girl immediately had such great strength. With a wave of her hand, the young and strong man was like a broken sack, his feet were empty, and his whole body was already flying in the clouds and fog.

The girl immediately loosened her hands again, and the whip suddenly straightened. The young and strong man's hands couldn't help but let go. He was in mid-air and had nowhere to stand. With a "thump", he fell from afar and fell into the ink-washing pool beside him, and the sound of water was shocked.

On the street, the crowd exclaimed.

The two young and strong men looked at the "big brother" who fell into the pool, and then the girl in red dress standing upright with a horse. She was hesitant for a moment, wondering whether to go to save people first or avenge their elder brother first?
Chapter completed!