Chapter 94 Selling Paintings
Grandma Yang hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her: "Xuan'er, this is a customer who wants to buy a shop, don't be afraid, it's fine."

There was a spittoon in front of the bed, and there was a jar of black blood in it, which was full of Yang Xuan's vomit. He hid under the quilt and refused to see anyone. An Shuyao immediately closed the curtains and walked into the courtyard.

Grandma Yang followed closely behind, and she gently closed the door: "I'm sorry little lady, my son hasn't seen a stranger for a long time, and his temper has become a lot weirder, please forgive me."

An Shuyao naturally wouldn't get angry with the patient, let alone that she suggested to watch it, but she glanced at the red blisters on his body and asked, "Your son is suffering from fiery sores?"

The old woman looked stunned: "How did the little lady know? My son is suffering from red sores."

"Fiery red sores are mostly manifested on the skin, and blisters are as small as gorgon seeds, as big as peaches and plums, and the skin is broken. It is a chronic and recurrent disease." An Shuyao explained the pathology of fire red sores, Then he continued: "Grandma Yang, the reason why I can tell is because I am also a doctor."

"If I'm not mistaken, your husband should also have died of red sores."

Grandma Yang didn't deny it, her eyes were cloudy from crying: "That's right, my old man did die of red sores, this disease can't be cured at all, he can only hang on by medicine, the family's money is gone, and people are gone , I have been settled in Taolin County for more than [-] years, but I don’t have much savings. My son has not married a wife because of this disease. Unexpectedly, the red sores did not heal, and he began to vomit blood half a year ago. Aunt Naluo said that my family has died. Shrouded by the evil energy of the ghost, if I don't leave this place, my son's time will be numbered."

An Shuyao looked at the well: "Why did you cover it?"

Grandma Yang looked at the well with some fear: "This well is so evil. My son drank the well water half a year ago, and the next day he started to have abdominal pain and vomit blood. When it turned into blood, I was too scared, so I sealed the well, and my son's health was getting worse and worse, so I decided to take him away."

"The last time Daoist Luo came to see it, I still didn't believe it. I only believed it when he vomited blood more and more frequently. I'm going to sell this shop in a few days."

"Little lady, this shop is too evil, why don't you forget it."

Grandma Yang really didn't want to harm An Shuyao, and the money she sold was very expensive, and it wasn't something that a small family could afford. She was going to sell it to the county officials, and they must have a way to deal with this ghost.

What An Shuyao missed was a shop, and it was still on Yulin Street, how could she miss it?

So he said with a smile: "Since grandma really sells the store, I also really buy it. Besides, I'm not afraid of such a ghost, and I have a recipe for your son's illness, which may be useful for your son's illness."

"Do you think you want it?"

How could Grandma Yang not want it? She has grayed her hair because of her son's illness. She dreamed that he would recover. .

An Shuyao found a piece of paper, dipped it in ink, and wrote Shi Zhensan's prescription, and asked her to use licorice to clean Yang Xuan's wound. As for vomiting blood, there was a high probability that there was a stomach problem, but Yang Xuan refused It's hard for her to judge people.

I gave Grandma Yang a recipe for Yiwei Decoction to see if it would work.

Grandma Yang thanked her repeatedly, and finally An Shuyao talked to her about the price of the house.

Grandma Yang said: "All the shops on this street cost about a thousand taels of silver. The feng shui here is not good, and the low price is about 800 taels, but the lady gave me two prescriptions, and I was too busy to leave Taolin. Xian, if you can pay the full amount, I will give you 700 taels, what do you think?"

An Shuyao thought it was a good deal for a shop as big as 700 taels, and she said with a smile, "Yes, I will give you a deposit of 100 taels first, and I will give you the rest of the money after two days. There is no proof in the mouth, we have to make a written proof, what does grandma think?"

Grandma Yang is naturally the same, she is thankful that someone is willing to buy this shop, she could read a few words when she was young, and seeing that there is no difference in the certificate, she signed and pledged, and the transaction was established.

An Shuyao gave her 100 taels of silver before walking out.

After two days, she came to hand over the house.

It's just that when she went out, she didn't see Lu Jin.

He didn't know where he went, and was afraid that the two of them would go astray, so An Shuyao was waiting for him in Grandma Yang's shop.

Shuhaige

This is a store that specializes in books, calligraphy and paintings, and it is the only bookstore in Taolin County. Because books are precious, people who can afford this store must have some wealth.

Lu Jin walked in, and there was only one shopkeeper inside, a middle-aged man in his 40s, saw Lu Jin coming in, and asked, "Do you want to buy books, my lord?"

Lu Jin looked around and saw a lot of paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, he asked, "I want to sell paintings."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, his bearing should be an ancient painting handed down from his family, right?

He suddenly became interested: "We accept, as long as it is a good painting, we don't know whose painting you want to sell?"

Lu Jin pursed her thin lips slightly, and said softly, "My own."

The shopkeeper of the bookstore thought he heard it wrong, it was not a master's painting, how much can it sell for?But he didn't dare to drive Lu Jin away, so he could only politely say, "Don't be joking, my lord. Although the shop is small, it knows the goods."

Lu Jin frowned slightly, not feeling embarrassed at all, he took out a few pennies from his pocket, and handed it to the shopkeeper: "Borrow a pen and paper."

The shopkeeper of the bookstore saw that this man was stubborn, and just wanted to send him away quickly, so he took out a pen and paper, and his expression was a little impatient: "I am really convinced, I have never seen a person like you, hurry up and draw, I want to see what you can come up with."

Lu Jin's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he painted on the paper seriously with no expression on his face. The shopkeeper, who was still cursing, finally looked at the painting and didn't say anything. He watched in disbelief that Lu Jin's simple outlines made the whole paper full of charm.

This painting of high mountains and flowing water was completed in Lu Jin's hands, and the shopkeeper was not ignorant of the goods. He was surprised and said, "Is this the 'Flowing Water Bosom friend' written by Mr. Dong?"

Mr. Dong was the chief assistant of the court, and he was also the tutor of the prince and emperor, and his prestige was quite high among the literati. Although there were many imitations, this one of Lu Jin was the most similar one he had ever seen.

If he hadn't witnessed Lu Jin draw it right under his nose, he would have thought it was the real one.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore excitedly picked up the painting to observe, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it resembled it. Lu Jin didn’t have his moody moods. He just wanted to finish it quickly and go to An Shuyao, so he cut to the chase: “30 taels of silver, this painting is worth your money. Do you want the store?"

The shopkeeper of the bookstore gave me a meal, 30 taels?so expensive?
Although it is very similar, it is a fake after all. He wants to bargain some more: "Young master, this is too expensive for you. No matter how good your painting is, it is fake. Can you tell me that the price is right?"

(End of this chapter)

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