The life of a villain in a courtyard

"eat more."

On the table there was a dish of stewed potatoes with meat, a dish of braised rooster, a dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a dish of spicy and sour shredded potatoes, and a dish of stir-fried cabbage.

There are many people eating today and a lot of food is cooked.

"Eat, you're welcome, just treat it like you're at home."

Several people had not eaten all day and had long been unable to bear the smell. Upon hearing the words, they immediately began to eat voraciously.

"Xuanxuan, here's a chicken drumstick for you."

Zhong Yuemin picked up a big chicken leg for Chunxuan.

"Thank you uncle."

"Don't cry anymore after you eat the chicken leg uncle gave you."

Zhong Yuemin quite liked this little girl and would pick up some food for her from time to time.

"Eat slowly and don't choke. It's been a while since you last had a meal."

The remaining two people stuffed the food into their mouths voraciously and choked.

"Burp, burp, give me, burp, water, burp."

Su Yun poured them two glasses of water, and they recovered after drinking them.

"To be honest, I haven't eaten all day. I gave all my money to Lao Mo. We don't even have money for food now."

Well, he is probably the only gangster in Jiucheng who is doing so badly.

After dinner, several people took out the black package in their arms. Inside was a scroll with a signature on it. It was also from the Ming Dynasty, but it was painted during the Chenghua period by a painter named Tao Cheng.

Tao Cheng was a painter during the Chenghua and Hongzhi periods, best known for his landscapes, flowers and birds.

His landscapes, flowers and birds, or figures, are all elegant and profound, and he is revered as a master of painting. Li Kaixian, a Ming Dynasty literary connoisseur, said: "Yunhu's paintings are like Mr. Fuchun's, with white clouds and green mountains, and a leisurely and wild interest." Tao Cheng is on par with Dai Jin, the founder of the Zhejiang School in the early Ming Dynasty, and Wu Wei, the leader of the Jiangxia School.

He learned all this from Uncle Niu, and now he is considered a half-expert.

Once you are sure it is correct, we can discuss the price.

"I've seen the things. They are indeed paintings from the Ming Dynasty. How much do you plan to sell them for?"

The two looked at Zheng Tong. He was the one who knew this thing best, although he only had a superficial understanding.

"Well, what do you think of four hundred and fifty?"

Although Zheng Tong didn't know Tao Cheng, he could probably guess that he was a famous painter, as there were many officials' marks on the paintings.

"What do you think of four hundred and two?"

"Four hundred and two! OK, I'll sell it."

The price in Yuan Jun's mind was three hundred yuan, but suddenly the price increased by twenty yuan, so he agreed hurriedly.

Zheng Tong adjusted his glasses, then quietly pulled him from behind. Su Yun noticed their little action, but did not point it out, and let them go outside to discuss the price.

"Why are you pulling me?"

"What did we say at home? I negotiate the price, I charge in the front, and you sell me out in the back!"

"How am I a spendthrift? That's four hundred and twenty dollars, not a small amount. The last time I sold the porcelain vase, I only sold it for three hundred dollars."

"You can't agree to it so quickly. Didn't you agree to listen to me before you came?"

"Yuemin, what do you think we should do?"

The two people held different opinions, and finally decided that Zhong Yuemin should be the one to give them justice.

"If you ask me, we should listen to Zheng Tong. After all, he is a professional, and professional matters should be left to professionals."

They talked to each other outside the door for more than half an hour, and finally came in with the things in their arms.

"How about we discuss it?"

"Brother Su, four hundred and twenty yuan is a bit too low. Four hundred and fifty yuan, we can't sell it for less."

"Well, 450 is 450, let's just consider it as making friends."

After getting the money, they were very happy.

"You should spend the money frugally this time, or you will spend it all in a few days."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

But judging from their expressions, they didn't take Su Yun's words seriously at all, but this had nothing to do with Su Yun anymore.

Now that he had the money, he started spending it lavishly and didn't take Su Yun's words seriously at all.

That morning, the little bastard who had been haunting these old soldiers appeared outside, looking at the high courtyard wall with a disdainful smile on his face.

"At this time, two teenage girls came out."

"Hey girl."

The woman flew into a rage when she heard this.

"Who dared to tease your aunt here?"

"Hey! I like your aggressive personality. Let's get to know each other!"

On the other side, a child of seven or eight years old ran in and called his brother, saying that there were hooligans outside.

"what?"

The group ran out angrily.

"Who are you? How dare you cause trouble here!"

"Little bastard! Ever heard of that?"

"You're a little bastard!"

This name has spread throughout the entire veteran circle and is well-known.

"Yes."

The man got scared and tried to leave but was stopped by him with a knife.

"Brother, I like your woolen coat. Take it off for me."

As he spoke, he played with the knife in his hand.

The man had no choice but to take off his clothes and hat and give them to the little bastard, but even so he was still stabbed.

By the time Zhong Yuemin and his men arrived and came out with weapons, the person had disappeared. The injured man was also sent to the hospital, but the knife had injured his internal organs, and he had already died from excessive blood loss when he was sent to the hospital.