C5

Uncle Yuan stayed in the village for a few more days, waiting for Cui Runn to get out of bed.

Cui Runn was also left alone, but this fellow was indeed living a life of luxury. Putting aside the fact that he didn't know anything, he didn't even know how to cook.

But because of Uncle Yuan's personality and his exquisite facial features, the aunty next door really liked him. She would come over from time to time to give him food, but she didn't let him starve to death.

Zhou Chunmei also asked Feng Tingting to bring some steamed buns over from time to time.

Every time, Feng Huilan would also want to follow Old Aunt Nian to see what the immortal-like person looked like, but she was already a young lady under the age of fifty, so she couldn't casually go to the man's house.

On this day, Feng Huilan was so stubborn that she wanted to go again, and got scolded by Zhou Chunmei.

However, Feng Tingting made a deal, and agreed to bring her a portrait of Cui Runn at the price of three coins.

Thus, Feng Tingting took the three pieces of silver and excitedly brought the things to the Freight House.

Pushing the door open and entering, he saw a man wearing a snow white cape sitting under the eaves of the house, his black eyeballs stared unmoving at his feet. Hearing the noise, they met with Feng Tingting's sharp eyes, and revealed an enchanting smile.

Feng Tingting felt that her heart had melted, the beauty was edible, the man's beauty was enough to seduce people!

"You're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Cui Runn walked towards Feng Tingting with a faint smile, his fair and long hands reaching towards her.

Feng Tingting's breathing stagnated. She turned her head around unnaturally and pinched herself hard to clear her mind.

"Mother told me to bring some white noodles for Uncle Yuan. If you guys return to town to celebrate New Year, don't forget to bring some with you. This is this year's wheat, it's so fragrant."

Feng Tingting said, without looking at him, she walked over.

Cui Runn lowered his head and laughed, he pulled up his cape and followed them into the house.

Feng Tingting did not leave in a hurry. She took out a few pieces of paper, a bottle of modern ink, and a brush and started drawing on her own.

Cui Runn suspiciously walked over, he was startled for a moment. On the beige white paper, a man sat under the eaves with his head slightly lowered, wasn't that him?

It was Cui Runn's first time seeing the girl drawing his picture so directly, and his face couldn't help but feel hot.

"You little girl, how can you randomly draw a man's portrait?"

"What do you mean casual? This is worth three coins."

Cui Runn's body froze and his face turned black: "Three coins? My portrait is worth three coins! "

Feng Tingting looked up and glanced at Cui Runn, and laughed: "I am not talented, my drawing skills are not as good as others, and I am only worth three coins."

"Hmph, that's true."

As he spoke, Cui Runn quickly pulled out a painting that he had not finished drawing, crumpled it into a ball and threw it to the side, then took another painting.

The jasmine fragrance unique to a woman wafted into his nose, and her soft little hand was like a feather, teasing the young man's ignorant heart.

He tried his best to suppress the confusion in his mind, focusing on the paper as a picture of a beauty jumped onto it.

However, rather than calling it a portrait of a beauty, it would be better to call it an ordinary portrait of a person. The man in the portrait lowered his head, making it impossible to see his appearance, but compared to the one she had just painted, it was much more pleasing.

This drawing skill was even better than Feng Guangzong.

Cui Runn unwillingly let go of the small hand, looking at the drawing in disbelief: "So I can draw?"

Feng Tingting frowned: "I don't have any money to give you."

"This is for you."

Feng Tingting pouted. Just as she was about to put it away, she saw Uncle Yuan returning, covered in dust.

"Uncle Yuan, why did you come back so early?" It had been less than half a month since he had left, but he had come back earlier.

"Isn't it all because of you, little girl!" Uncle Yuan smiled as he entered the room, he saw the portrait of the beauty on the table, "Yo, I haven't seen you for a few days, your drawing skills have grown."

Uncle Yuan looked at the portrait happily. No matter if it was the strength of the brush or the ink, one could see how powerful the painter was.

"Girl Ting is not just blowing it. This painting is worth at least 10 taels of silver!"

"Ten taels!" Feng Tingting was surprised, "Uncle Yuan, don't speak nonsense."

Why was it that her painting was worthless? This guy could easily be worth ten taels of silver. Even if he was set up, he wouldn't dare to bully others like this!

"So you actually asked your uncle to sell you a painting?" Cui Runn was very surprised that a little girl could actually have such a business mind.

"There aren't many wealthy families in the village, but the most you can do is to make a living. If this painting can fill your stomach, why not?"

Feng Tingting also didn't plan to hide it from Cui Runn. After all, the Uncle Yuan had recognized Cui Runn and would always cooperate with him. Sincerity towards him was the most important thing.

Talking about this, Uncle Yuan finally remembered the importance of returning.

He took a small cloth bag from the basket and opened it. Inside the bag, he found 5 taels of silver.

The other five batches were sold to different people for two to five hundred gold. As for the cold plum blossoms, they were taken by the Old Master of the Ministry Councillor, he gave you four taels of silver to draw three levels, and the five taels of silver are yours.

Five taels of silver was equivalent to five thousand gold coins, which was the equivalent of two thousand pieces of money for Grandpa Mao!

"Girl Ting, there are a lot of people who asked me to sell something, but no one has ever asked me to sell something like you." Girl Ting, there are a lot of people who asked me to sell something, but no one has ever sold anything like you.

The more Uncle Yuan thought about it, the more he felt that he had not seen the wrong person. Thinking about how the Old Master of the Ministry Councillor liked that painting, he said: "Master of the Ministry Councillor's meaning is that he hopes that you can gather enough of the Four Noble Gentlemen and that he is willing to offer more silver."

Feng Tingting raised her eyebrows, but did not immediately answer: "Uncle Yuan, as the saying goes, rare things are valuable, if he wants it, then I will give it to him, then from now on, it is not worth much."

"Oh? Then, what do you mean? "

Feng Tingting took out a tael of silver and pushed it in front of Uncle Yuan. "I hope Uncle Yuan can tell that old master that he cannot rush this painting."

If you want valuable space, you need to stir-fry anything, just like how you want to fry a house. The school district's demand for housing is higher because of this.

Ancient pigments were rare and expensive, but because she had the Golden Finger, she could make the colors in the paintings rich at will.

Once this kind of painting was created, more people would know about it. If there were too many monks and too few porridge, then her painting would be even more valuable.

Although Cui Runn did not see what the picture looked like, he understood her intentions.

"Uncle, I think what Girl Ting said is reasonable. Since someone is asking for it, that means we need it. If we keep our curiosity in suspense, we might be able to sell it for a better price."

Uncle Yuan smiled as he stuffed a tael of silver into his pocket. He had wasted so many years in the business, yet he did not have the brains of two little devils.