The county magistrate changed his career to selling private vegetables and sold them out

Chapter 204
No matter what Master Chu thinks, Prefect Leng already believes that the picture of fish playing with lotus in his hand is a fake made by San Lang himself.

He glanced at Master Chu and sighed: "Master Chu, you also saw that Boss Jiang's younger brother painted on the spot. The two paintings are so similar. They are both fakes, not the authentic ones of Master Hua!"

Master Chu turned his head to look at Leng Taishou, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Master Taishou, this young master's painting skills are really good. He can imitate the picture of fish playing with lotus of Master Hua. It doesn't mean that the painting in your hand is a fake made by him, and it doesn't mean that Boss Jiang is innocent. All relatives and friends of the old man’s family can testify that this painting was treasured in the old man’s house more than 20 years ago, and now it suddenly came into the hands of this young man, aren’t you all curious?”

Before Prefect Leng could speak, Saburo said: "That's right, this painting is the work of Master Hua that I copied. The real picture of Fish Playing Helian is not mine, it's in the hands of my teacher."

Master Chu's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he said anxiously, "Did you hear that? He said that the original painting is in the hands of his teacher! My lord, they are the ones who stole the old man's painting and gave it away!"

Saburo said with a blank face: "As a teacher, you are so bloody? Are you the authentic painting of the fish playing with lotus by Master Hua? Do you dare to swear a poisonous oath with your close relatives?"

Mr. Chu's face turned green, pale and red, and he looked at Sanlang viciously, and said angrily: "Son with a yellow mouth, you have no respect, you have a place to speak here? I think your teacher is also a shameless rat with a false name, Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to teach an arrogant person like you!”

When Saburo heard this, he became angry from the heart, you just bullied me, how dare you scold my teacher?It's worth it!
Just as he was about to get mad, an old man suddenly walked in at the door.

The old man was over sixty years old, with a thin face and hale eyes. He was dressed in a green shirt and long robe, showing the elegance of a literati.

"Teacher!" Sanlang yelled with infinite grievance, and rushed to hug the old man's arm, his eyes were red.

Mr. Xunmei patted Sanlang's head and said with a smile: "You can't bear the grievance?"

San Lang pursed his mouth and remained silent, glaring at Master Chu with hatred, it was self-evident.

Jiang Shan and Fu Qiyuan both stepped forward and bowed, and Mr. Xunmei also bowed to the prefect Leng in the hall.

Seeing that Fu Qiyuan gave Mr. Xunmei a big gift, and his attitude was extremely respectful, Eunuch Leng couldn't sit still and moved his buttocks, and returned the gift with his hands.

Mr. Xunmei glanced at the lobby, and said with a smile: "It's the first time I heard someone say that this old man is a shameless rat with a vain name, and that the students he teaches are also arrogant. This old man is really terrified!"

He said so in his mouth, but he didn't feel panic at all on his face.

Master Chu, with a sullen face and nostrils upturned, gave a cold snort to Mr. Chao Xunmei, fully expressing his disdain with his words and deeds.

A bad old man, can he turn the world upside down?
San Lang grinned his white teeth and showed a sneer of conspiracy theory at Master Chu.

Mr. Xunmei took a look at Sanlang's new painting, and commented: "It's a little less aura than the last one, and the painting is too hasty!"

Saburo blushed and lowered his head.

Mr. Xunmei patted Sanlang on the shoulder comfortingly, then turned to Master Chu and asked, "You said that painting of lotus playing with fish is yours? So, this old man came to ask you, which year did the painting belong to Master Hua?" Pen and ink? Where did you get it? How much is it worth?"

Master Chu's complexion changed slightly. He glanced at the group of relatives and friends listening outside the door, pursed his lips, and gritted his teeth: "I bought that painting from a merchant from another place more than 20 years ago. It's worth... two hundred... ...five...no, it's worth 1000 taels!"

Mr. Xunmei stroked his beard and shook his head, and said: "Twenty years ago, 20 taels of silver, not to mention the authentic works of the Hua family, even the treasures of the previous dynasty, you can buy one get one free!"

After the words fell, Jiang Shan laughed very unkindly, and the husband also knew that if you buy one get one free, he must have been poisoned by Saburo.

Everyone also reacted, there was something in the old gentleman's words!
Master Chu's face turned blue and red, and he said anxiously and panicked: "It's not 1000 taels, I remember wrongly, it's 200 taels! Yes, it's 200 taels!"

Mr. Xunmei put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Only the most trusted people around him can get his gifts for the works of the Master Hua during his lifetime, and everyone has made an oath that in the future, the paintings he gets will only be given to those who are destined, and will never be exchanged with money. easy!"

Master Chu's character set collapsed in half in an instant, and he said in shock and anger: "It's a bunch of nonsense! Do you mean what you say, who do you think you are from the Hua family!"

Mr. Xunmei closed his smile, clasped his fists upwards and cupped his hands, and said seriously: "Coincidentally, the Master Hua you speak of is the old man's teacher, and most of his life's works are in the hands of the old man! So, the old man Can what you say count?"

There was an uproar outside the hall.

Master Chu staggered back a step, looked at Mr. Xun with a pale face and eyes filled with horror, and said incoherently: "Impossible, this is impossible! How could you be a disciple of Master Hua? The old man only accepted one disciple in his life. He He has passed on all his life's knowledge to his disciples, how could it be possible for such a little-known little person like you? The old man doesn't believe it! This is not true!"

Mr. Xunmei can say such a thing, most people have already believed it!His little apprentice is only ten years old and has already shown such amazing talent. It turns out that he is Master Chenghua!

That's it!

Prefect Leng couldn't sit still anymore, he came down from the hall with his robe in his hand, bowed to Mr. Xunmei again, and said with a smile on his face, "May I ask what your name is?"

No wonder Mr. Fu made such a grand ceremony, it turned out to be a big shot!
Good luck, luckily he didn't make any faux pas.

Mr. Xunmei raised his hand falsely, and said slowly: "My surname is Cheng, and my ancestral home is Luzhou."

Prefect Leng smiled and said, "Old Mr. Cheng is originally from Luzhou, and there are talents in Luzhou. I think Taifu Cheng...shangjing Luzhou...surnamed Cheng...you are Taifu Cheng!"

Leng Taishou roared like a tearing voice, like a heavy thunder, splitting the literati at the scene to pieces.

What kind of existence is a person who can be called a master in today's world?
No, it's not Tai Tuo now, it's Emperor Shi!

The former Grand Tutor and today's Imperial Master are right in front of you at this moment!

Master Chu stiffened all over and slowly shifted his gaze from Taishou Leng to Mr. Xunmei's face, his lips trembling violently.Shaking and trembling, his legs went limp, and his whole body collapsed to the ground.

Sanlang looked at Master Chu contemptuously, snorted through his nose, and looked at Mr. Xunmei proudly, his eyes full of admiration.

Jiang Shan sighed in his heart, Mr.'s vest finally fell off!
(End of this chapter)