The Possession of My Beloved

    Liu Miantang sat in the shop every day, in addition to driving away flies, she began to follow the accountant to learn how to make plans.

    After learning a little, I started to calculate the cost of hiring a buddy.

    After careful accounting, a pair of willow eyebrows were tied.

    She feels that burning money every day without making money is definitely not a long-term solution.

    Occasionally when guests come in, they always glance at them and walk out. Liu Miantang politely stopped a few customers and asked them what they were dissatisfied with the shop.

    One or two customers told the truth, they only said that the porcelain in the shop is not very new, they are all goods from the road, but they are sold at higher prices than others. So they had to go to other homes to see, but they had no intention of buying from hers.

     After listening to the guest's words, Liu Miantang thought about it for a night. The next day, she took Li's mother out to check the supply of other stores to see if she could think of a good way to improve the business.

    Porcelains in the town are mostly fired in the kilns scattered around the villages. Royal items like that kind of tribute won't circulate among the people at all. The more refined ones are exclusively for various old shops, and ordinary shops can't even enter.

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    Liu Miantang walked for a few days, and the more she walked, the more she lost her mind. And the business is also no advantage of porcelain. If things go on like this, the store will lose blood. Fortunately, repairing the river channel will make the store soar. At that time, taking advantage of the appreciation of the store price, it is better to rent it out to maintain life.

    Although rent money is definitely not as much as buying and selling, but if you are frugal, you can barely maintain your family. But raising a few servants is probably impossible.

    My husband is used to being a servant, and I wonder if he can adapt. And the two mother-in-law in the family are also getting older. If the Cui family does not use it, I am afraid it will be difficult to find a good family to continue the errand...

    She had just boasted about Haikou with Mama Li, and she wanted to eat meat in the future, but she turned around and wanted to send them back to their hometown, thinking it was a little hard.

    As a result, she did not give up and looked around, hoping to come up with something, but her legs and feet were sore, and the skirt was stained with the wet mud of the country dirt road, and she did not come up with anything perfect. way.

    It's really not good, I can only give Li Mama and the others more pension money, so that they will not have a dependable livelihood in the future. Only in this way, there is not much money left in the makeup box. But fortunately, the Cui family has a shop, and life can always endure...

    Thinking like this, Miantang is not in a good mood, and she doesn't want to spend more time, so she plans to return to Lingquan Town.

    But before taking a few steps, I heard someone shouting from behind: "Madam, stop!"

    Mian Tang looked back and saw that it was Zhao Quan, a genius doctor whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

    Speaking of which, Zhao Quan is here to search for an expert who is invisible in the world.

    In addition to his medical skills, Zhao Jiayu was also proficient in calligraphy and painting. However, he is not very interested in the calligraphy and painting of famous people, and he likes to be a Bole who knows people and a noble person who is down-to-earth.

    If you can find an unappreciated Danqing master in the calligraphy and painting shop, and be discovered by his discerning eyes, it will appear that he is a wonderful master.

    Today in the calligraphy and painting shop in Linxian, Zhennan Hou pulled out a summer lotus picture, the painting was drawn by a fallen scholar, nicknamed "Hate Pen Lay".

    The painting is not worth much, even if the painting shop later mounts the painting, it is only half a tael of silver, for the arty squire to buy it and decorate the bare walls of the house.

    However, Zhao Quanwu felt that this seemingly inconspicuous painting was elegant in brushwork and ingenious in the use of colors. If the painter had the opportunity, he must be a master of calligraphy and painting.

    So he was excited to follow the address left by the scholar to visit the people.

    Unexpectedly, although the scholar who painted lotus could not find it, he saw a tender lotus in his heart, and immediately called out to Liu Miantang with great interest.

    Liu Miantang sees Zhao Quan again now, and secretly wakes up. The official reminded her that the genius doctor is not a gentleman, and she likes to chew on the grass of her friends' nests, so she naturally has to avoid suspicion.

    So this time, when we meet again, Liu Miantang no longer greets him with a smiling face, but only sullenly saluted according to the etiquette, and then said to Li's mother: "Tell Zhao Shenyi, we still have something to do. , then there will be no more delay, just let it go."

    Zhao Quan felt strange that he was clearly in front of Mrs. Liu, why did she come to let Mama Li pass the word?

    However, he just discovered a piece of rough jade buried in the countryside, and he was naturally excited. He just wanted to show off his good taste in front of the beautiful woman, and he didn't care about her sudden change With a cold attitude, he hurriedly said, "I'm here today to look for a master of Danqing. I'm worried that no one has judged whether I've missed the mark. Madam is just in time. Please also take a look at this painting."

    As he spoke, he ordered the Shumo boy beside him to remove the scroll from the carriage and show it to Liu Miantang like a treasure.

    Liu Miantang had no interest at all, she only glanced at it quickly, but when her eyes fell on the painting, she stopped.

    Although she practiced martial arts, she dabbled a little because her father and brother were fond of antique calligraphy and painting.

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    Liu Miantang stared at it for a while, then suddenly bent down and looked at the dragonfly.

    Zhao Quan was very proud when she saw that she was having fun, and said, "How is it? Isn't it very fresh and elegant? In the following assertion, if this person is recommended by a noble, he will definitely be able to be elegant. Hall, famous all over the world...Would you like to follow Zai on a journey to witness the moment when this master becomes a bosom friend?"

    Liu Miantang slowly stood up and said to Li's mother, "Ask the doctor, where does the painter live, and how far is it from here?"

    Mother Li knew why Liu Miantang was so alienated from the genius doctor, and secretly sighed for Zhennan Hou, who had taken the blame, and then repeated Liu Miantang's words.

    Zhao Quan was very happy to see Liu Miantang intending to go with him, and said quickly: "Not far, not far! It's just in the village ahead, let's go faster, before sunset. I can go back to the town without delaying my wife’s dinner... Of course, if I can’t turn around in time, I know that there is a waterfront restaurant with good food, and I can invite my wife there to enjoy the lake against the railings, and then have a drink and a drink.”

    Liu Miantang frowned secretly after hearing this, thinking that the genius doctor really has a personality problem, otherwise, why would he rashly invite his friend's wife for dinner?

    She didn't want to get on Zhao Quan's carriage, so she turned around and got on her donkey carriage, and slowly followed Zhao Quan's carriage and horse.

    Zhao Quan knew that Liu Miantang thought she was Cui Jiu's wife, and a woman who was out must avoid suspicion, but it was not too surprising.

    It's just that he loves this woman's Duanxiu more in his heart.

    After walking along the wild path in the field, I didn't go far, and I saw the defeated thatched house.

    It is said that this scholar lives here.

    After Zhao Quan got off the carriage, he ordered the servant to knock on the firewood door to look for the owner.

    The owner of the firewood house had already appeared before the servant knocked on the door.

    The one was a scholar in a tattered long gown that could not be seen. He looks to be in his forties, with a messy beard and white hair at the temples. He is hoing the ground in the yard with the front of his clothes trembling. stop.

    Hearing someone call the door, the scholar raised his eyes halfway, glanced at the visitor outside the house, and continued to dig the ground silently.

    For such geeks, Bole Zhaoquan was not surprised, so he politely called outside the door: "Your Excellency is the hate pen layman who sold his masterpiece to the ink studio in Linxian?"

    Listening to his question, the old scholar who was digging the ground half rolled his eyelids and answered.

    Seeing that he had found the right person, Zhao Quan hurriedly expressed his intentions, saying that he came to visit in person because he admired Mr.

    After hearing what he said, the scholar looked him up and down before putting down his **** to open the firewood door.

    It can be seen that the gentleman named "Hate Pen" is not well off. There is really no decent table and chairs at home to entertain guests. The guests sat cross-legged.

    As a woman, Miantang naturally couldn't sit with them, so she took Mama Li to the side silently.

    As for the tea, the scholar didn't even bring it. It was Zhao Quan's servant who looked at the mat in space, for fear that his master was thirsty and hungry, so he brought his own cake box and placed it, and then used the one from the carriage. The charcoal stove boiled tea.

    The old scholar was rude, opened his mouth, and ate most of the cakes in the food box first. It seems that the three meals are not fixed.

    After I was half full, the scholar's face softened a lot, but he could comment on the painting with Zhao Quan in a pleasant manner.

    However, when Zhao Quan unfolded the lotus picture and eloquently described what he saw in the painting, the scholar's expression became even more lost.

    After Zhao Quan finished speaking, he pondered for a while and said: "Thank you for your appreciation, but you are not a person who knows painting, it is not early, please move back!"

    Zhao Quan is talking about his enthusiasm, but who would have thought that this hated layman would throw cold water on his head, which was really disappointing.

    If it was normal, he would just be an old scholar with a surly temperament. But today, being scolded as a layman in front of a beautiful woman, is really shameless, and Wang Sun's temper suddenly picked up, and he just stared at him and said: "Where did I say something wrong, please correct me, how can I be so clueless, I don't understand? painting and calligraphy?"

    At this moment, Liu Miantang, who had been standing silently on the side after entering the yard, suddenly said, "Sir, the little girl also has some feelings about this painting, I wonder if Mr. would like to hear it?"

    The scholar who hates pen is used to being aloof, and he doesn't take a second look at the beauty that everyone admires. Until Miantang speaks, he shakes the cake residue on the front of his clothes and says, "Please madam please hurry up. Tell me, I'm going to chop wood to cook in a while."

    Liu Miantang walked to the painting, stretched out a slender finger, pointed at the dragonfly and said, "I seem to see a shadow in the dragonfly's eyes... It's a woman on the bridge. Appreciating the lotus, the beautiful shadow happens to be reflected in the dragonfly's eyes."

    As soon as she said this, Zhao Quan was stunned, stared straight at the painting, and suddenly called for the yin-yang mirror to be brought by the vassal state as a tribute.

    The yin-yang mirror is a gift from the palace. It can enlarge the font and is suitable for the elderly with dim eyes. Although Zhao Quan was young, he would occasionally use it when carving seals, so he kept it in the box on the carriage for his leisure time.

    Now that he heard Liu Miantang's words, he quickly took the yin-yang mirror from the servant's hand and looked into the dragonfly's eyes—isn't it! In the eyes of the bean-sized worm, it turned out to be the Weeping Willow Bridge, and the beauty of the umbrella, Pingting, was curled up!

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