Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

"I'll give you seven hundred taels."

When Zhao Ziyan and Xier were arguing, Mr. Zhang added another fifty taels.

Mr. Zhang used to be an official in other places and was quite talented. Now he is over 70 years old. After retiring, his only hobby is collecting calligraphy and paintings, and he has a unique vision.

He could tell at a glance that this calligraphy and painting was extraordinary and unique, and he was the one who paid the initial 550 taels of silver.

Mr. Zhang knew that even if the painting could be imitated, there were only a few people who could write this poem.

Before long, this poem will surely become famous, and the original work of this poem will surely have great potential for appreciation.

What's more, this Fengyin hermit has his own unique writing style, which has never been seen before and his handwriting is difficult to imitate.

In addition, many of the words were modified by Fengyin Jushi, which further highlights the uniqueness of this work. This calligraphy and painting has all the conditions for appreciation.

Mr. Zhang and Magistrate Zhao were both officials. After retiring, they often drank together. Mr. Zhang was not afraid of offending Zhao Ziyan, and his offer price was seven hundred taels of silver.

When Zhao Ziyan saw that Master Zhang offered a high price of seven hundred taels of silver, she walked to Master Zhang angrily and said,

"Humph! Uncle Zhang, are you going to compete with me too?"

"Zi Yan, uncle likes this calligraphy and painting very much, can you give it to him?"

"Oh no, your uncle is so old, but he still wants to snatch things from a kid like me. Shame on you." Zhao Ziyan pouted and said angrily.

After saying this in front of more than a dozen people in the store, Mr. Zhang almost lost face.

However, he was determined to get this painting and would not give it to anyone easily.

"Haha, Zi Yan, you're going to be fourteen soon, and you're going to talk about your in-laws soon, but you're still a child. My Chen'er is about your age, and I'll ask your father for marriage in a few days, hahaha."

When Zhao Ziyan heard this, her face turned red with shame and she covered her ears with her hands.

"Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard is chanting sutras."

Mr. Zhang is a man of high moral character and prestige, and only a naughty girl like Zhao Ziyan dared to say that. Upon hearing this, she smiled bitterly and shook her head.

After Sun Bihe made the bid, she originally planned to return home and wait for news, but in the blink of an eye, someone offered seven hundred taels.

This poem is not only extremely beautiful and poignant, but also touches Sun Bihe's heart.

In just eight lines, the poem fully describes Sun Bihe's feelings over the years, as if it was written specifically for her.

What she wanted to buy was not only the poem, but also the soulmate behind the poem.

The reason why Sun Bihe was in a hurry to go home after quoting the price was that she did not dare to think carefully about the artistic conception of the lyrics, fearing that she would cry out in public like Miss Zhao.

"Manager Wen, I'll offer eight hundred taels. If anyone raises the price, please report to the Sun Mansion."

Sun Bihe spoke softly with determination. After making the offer, she immediately took Xiaochan and left Danning Garden, not daring to look at the poem again.

More than a dozen people in Danning Garden watched Sun Bihe leave, talking about the matter.

"This Miss Sun has always been a peaceful person. What happened today?"

"Miss Sun is well-known in Buffalo for her gentleness, but I didn't expect she also has a strong side."

"If she is determined to buy this painting, I am afraid no one can compete with her."

"That's right. Mr. Sun is the richest man in Buffalo. He loves this girl more than his own son."

……

Mr. Zhang was in a dilemma. Miss Sun raised the price by 100 taels of silver at a time. Judging from her expression, he would have to raise the price even more. He sighed and said:

"Well, I'll give you eight hundred and fifty taels. I won't add any more."

Shopkeeper Wen really didn't expect that this painting could be sold for 850 taels of silver. The commission would be 85 taels of silver. He smiled so hard that his face was cramped.

He turned around and said to the waiter, "Qingfeng, quickly catch up with Miss Sun and tell her that someone has offered 850 taels. Ask her if she wants to raise the price."

"Wait! Why don't you ask me!"

Zhao Ziyan put her hands on her hips and looked at Shopkeeper Wen angrily, her eyes wide open: "Why, you look down on me, don't you?"

When Manager Wen heard this, he was shocked. He had actually forgotten about this little girl.

"Oh, my dear Miss Zhao, you scared me so much. How dare I do that?"

"Then why don't you ask me!"

"I'll ask, I'll ask right away, Miss Zhao, are you still bidding?"

Zhao Ziyan glared and said, "I'll pay nine hundred taels!"

Shopkeeper Wen was delighted, but he could not inform Sun Bihe in front of the county magistrate's daughter for fear of upsetting her, so he could only wait until she left.

"Miss Zhao, please be patient. I will write it down for you. As long as no one bids before noon tomorrow, the painting will be yours."

Zhao Ziyan snorted and said:

"That's more like it! Let me ask you, who is this Feng Yin hermit? Why have I never heard of him before?"

"Miss Zhao, this Fengyin hermit's surname is Chu, his given name is Wen, his courtesy name is Yunjin, and his home is in Taohua Lane in the south of the city. He has just arrived in Buffalo City not long ago, so Miss Zhao has never heard of him."

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang silently memorized the address of Chu Wen's home, sighed heavily, looked at the calligraphy and painting reluctantly, and walked out of Danning Garden.

"Uncle Zhang, wait for me, wait for me."

Zhao Ziyan hurriedly chased after him.

"Uncle Zhang, don't tell my dad about this, or he'll beat me to death."

"Humph, now you know to call me Uncle Zhang. Let me ask you, who is the cuckold?"

"I am a turtle, I am a turtle, Uncle Zhang, you are the best. When I buy the painting, I will show it to you secretly."

"Hmph! Don't give me that crap. Let me ask you, why do you buy calligraphy and paintings when you are so young?"

"That poem is so well written, it makes me want to cry just reading it."

"Ah! Just because of this?"

"Why not?"

"I'm so mad at you! I'm so mad at you! I won't tell your father about it!"

"I can't tell you, I can't tell you, Uncle Zhang. How about this? I'll buy it and leave it at your house. When I feel like crying, I'll go to your house and read it. Is that okay?"

"keep your word!"

"keep your word!"

"Why don't I believe it?"

"Uncle Zhang, let's make a pinky promise."

"Who wants to make a pinky promise with a little brat like you?"

……

Shopkeeper Wen had just seen off Mr. Zhang and Miss Zhao when a beautifully decorated sedan stopped in front of the shop.

"It turns out that it is Madam Su who has come to visit. Please come in quickly."

Amid the warm greeting from Shopkeeper Wen, Su Qiuting, dressed in a crimson purple dress, slowly walked out of the sedan chair.

Although she is over 30 years old, she is like a peony in full bloom, with intoxicating charm flowing between her eyebrows and every move exuding mature charm.

As soon as Su Qiuting stepped out of the sedan chair, she was attracted by a couplet carved on autumn pear wood at the door.

"Being indifferent to fame and wealth will lead to a clear mind, and being tranquil and far-sighted will lead to a long-term goal. Good, good, a good couplet: Being indifferent to fame and wealth will lead to a clear mind, and being tranquil and far-sighted will lead to a long-sighted goal. Once this couplet came out, Manager Wen's Dan Ning Garden overshadowed Chun Qiu Zhai."

She was not the first person to say this. Today, Shopkeeper Wen has been smiling all the time.

As soon as he got the couplet in the morning, he immediately arranged for someone to carve it, and it was hung at the door of the store at noon.

"Hehe, Madam Su, thank you for your compliment. Thank you for your compliment."

"I didn't expect Shopkeeper Wen to have such talent. It's really unfair for you to open this calligraphy and painting shop."

"No, no, Madam Su, to be honest, this couplet was written by Feng Yin himself and given to me as a gift."

Su Qiutong withdrew her gaze from the couplet and looked at Shopkeeper Wen.

"Mr. Feng Yin? Who is he?"

"Madam Su, he just came to settle in this county, so you haven't heard of him. It's windy outside, please come in, please come in, I will tell you slowly."

This Su Qiuting is the mistress of Sun Shangwu, the richest man in Shuiniu County, and the lover of Sun Bihe's father.

She and Sun Shangwu have known each other since childhood and are childhood sweethearts.

When Su Qiutong was thirteen years old, she and Sun Shangwu secretly decided to spend their lives together.

Unfortunately, Sun Shangwu was forced by his father to marry the daughter of the wealthy Qian family in the neighboring county.

Su Qiuting didn't want to be a concubine, so she followed Master Sun in an unclear manner for twenty years. Now she is thirty-three years old.

Everyone in Qingniu City knows about this.

Su Qiutong