The strongest system is in the city

But Su Qingyun thought about it carefully in his mind for a long time, but he didn't expect that there are only a few pictures of Wu Daozi in the 21st century, and there is no information about this painting, so he asked suspiciously.

"The current era is 300 years away from your world, it is no exaggeration to say.

These 300 years were the most chaotic era in China. Not to mention the invasion by the Allied Forces of the Eight Nations, it was invaded by the Cherry Blossom Kingdom for eight full years.

After such a long period of chaos, do you think there is a high chance that these things can be preserved? "

After the male duck's voice was finished, Su Qingyun immediately understood.

The Lafayette was corrupt, and the Qing court was ridden on the head by the big powers for a long time, and then encountered aggression by little devils.It is true that there are not many of these Chinese treasures left behind.

"Understood, then I have to pay close attention to these treasures that have disappeared in the long river of history.

Miss Song, if I want to take this painting with me, there should be no problem. "

The words in the male duck's voice seemed to open a whole new door for Su Qingyun.

Holding the landscape painting by Wu Daozi, he looked at Song Linger and asked.

"Of course there is no problem. Daxian can take whatever things here he likes."

Song Linger said nonchalantly that people in this era are not like collectors in the 21st century.

Taking these things so seriously, although Song Linger knew that the painting was made by Hua Sheng, he didn't particularly care about it.

In the final analysis, it is also because they do not have Yuan Lao and do not have hybrid rice.

Poor people don't have enough food and clothing to cover their bodies, but rich people don't have to worry about these things.

But except for those who are obsessed with this way, it is impossible to value a painting and calligraphy as much as people in the 21st century.

"No, I'll just take this painting."

In the words of Wu Daozi, the starting price of the 21st century basically starts at [-] million U.S. dollars, just for this painting.

He, Su Qingyun, can make a steady profit, and he is not the kind of greedy person. Since he has already made some money, he must know how to restrain himself.

"Okay then, I don't know how those golden immortals are going to take it away?"

Seeing Su Qingyun's insistence, Song Linger stopped talking, and asked about gold instead.

1000 taels of gold, but 6 2.5 catties (Su Qingyun made a mistake when calculating the weight of 1000 taels of gold earlier.

People in ancient times calculated on the basis of 12 taels per catty, but in modern times, one catty is calculated on the basis of ten taels. ) It is not very appropriate to carry such a heavy thing with you.

"Please help me find a sack, I'll carry it to the inn."

Su Qingyun knew Song Linger's concerns, but he didn't care about it, as long as he found a place where no one was around, he could just throw the gold in Su's time machine space.

There is no such thing as Song Linger's imagining, carrying a large bag of gold and swaggering through the market.

"Uh, okay, okay. How about I ask a servant to take it to the inn for you?"

Song Linger choked for a moment and asked.

"Well, then please trouble Miss Song."

Su Qingyun said, anyway, the gold will be collected in a while, which will allow people from the Song family to help memorize it and save myself effort.

"Master, please accept this bank note."

At the gate of the Song family compound, Su Qingyun came out with a servant carrying a sack.

Behind him, Song Linger hesitated for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, she ran forward and handed over a bank note.

"Miss Song, what are you doing here? Your family's business has been done, and I've already taken the reward. I can't accept this bank note."

Su Qingyun took two steps back to avoid it, stared at Song Linger and said.

Su Qingyun didn't know the face value of the banknote, and he didn't care.

Finding a landscape painting of Wu Daozi in the treasures of the Song family, it is more than enough to pay him for his savior Mr. Song.

To accept other people's banknotes, Su Qingyun himself will not be able to pass the test in his heart.

"Great Immortal, please accept it, you have spent so much Taoism in order to save my father.

How can you only receive such a small reward..."

Song Ling'er insisted on handing over the banknote to Su Qingyun, and it could be seen that this girl was much more generous than his father.

After all, his father wanted to send Su Qingyun away with 1000 taels of gold and an insignificant hidden treasure.

Although Wu Daozi was among his treasures, at that time, these things were not as valuable as those in the 21st century.

"That's enough, how about it, if you're sorry, just give me another 50 taels of silver.

I will pay for the store when I stay in the store.As for this silver ticket, I absolutely cannot accept it! "

Seeing that he couldn't hold back Song Linger, Su Qingyun had no choice but to say.

He has just arrived in this era, and he doesn't have any silver on his body, so food and accommodation are both problems.

Although he still has a thousand taels of gold, it is too high-profile to spend gold in the general cabinet.

"Where is 50 taels enough, Xiao Hong, go to the cashier and get 500 taels."

Song Ling'er heard what Su Qingyun said, and knew that it would be useless to say more, so she ordered the maid Xiaohong who came over to say it again.

"Okay, miss, I'll go right away."

Xiaohong hurriedly agreed, and hurried in.

After a while, he came out with a tray.

On the tray are rows of neatly stacked ingots, which are 500 taels of silver.

"Daxian, please accept it."

Song Linger took the tray and handed it to Su Qingyun, bowing and saying.

"Okay, there will be a period later."

Su Qingyun was no longer polite, took out a piece of silver ingot from the tray and played with it in his hand, and poured the rest into the sack of the servant carrying the gold.

He bid farewell to Song Linger and left. Song Linger behind him stood at the door of his house and waited until Su Qingyun's figure disappeared at the end of the road before entering the house.

"What's your name, little brother?"

Walking on the avenue, Su Qingyun asked the servant.

"Hui Daxian, the villain's name is Laifu."

Lai Fu replied respectfully.

"Brother Laifu, please take me to an inn."

Su Qingyun said softly, as early as when he walked out of the Song family's house, he had already found the street corner in front of him, and the few yamen servants he met before were secretly watching him.

He believed that after the Song family left, these people still came to look for him, and they definitely didn't want to trouble him.

So now he just needs to find a place to wait for these people at the mountain gate.

"Daxian, Fuyuan Building is the best inn in Jincheng..."

Walking to the entrance of a resplendent inn, Lai Fu said.

"Well, this is the one, let's go in." Su Qingyun said, the yamen servant had already followed him, and he knew that it was impossible for him to stay in the inn for too long.

So he didn't care what kind of inn he stayed in.

"it is good.

Boss Zhao, this is our distinguished guest, please arrange a good room for me. "

Laifu nodded in agreement, stepped into the inn and said to the fat boss who was holding an abacus on the counter.

"No problem, guest officer, please come in quickly."

Looking for the boss hurriedly got up and came to Su Qingyun and made a gesture of invitation.

"Trouble to find the boss, I don't know how to calculate the shop's money?"

Su Qingyun nodded and stepped into the inn, looking at the room layout that was only seen in Qing palace dramas before and asked.

"The guest officer was joking. You are a distinguished guest of the Song family. You can come to my Fuyuan Building to save face. What do you need for shop money?"