The Peasant Girl’s Concubine’s Name Moves the World

  Chapter 77 A Poor Ghost

  Wen Yu wears a drapery hat, but the warmth can still be recognized at a glance.

  Wen Jiarui naturally recognized it. He was slightly surprised when he saw Wen Yu and Zhu Zhenxuan walking together. He didn't think much about it. Just about to call her, he warmly took his hand.

  Wen Jiarui realized that he is now disguised!

  Zhu Zhenxuan saw that the eyes of both of them were on Wen Yu, he immediately stretched out his hand to block Wen Yu in front of Wen Yu, guarding Wen Yu and walked out, glaring at both of them, worrying that they would collide with Wen Yu.

  Wen Yu also glanced at the two and whispered: "Brother Zhenxuan, do you think this person feels a bit like my fourth uncle."

  Wen Jiarui stiffened, and walked forward warm and nonchalant.

  Zhu Zhenxuan glanced at them and warmed them: "Unlike, can they afford such good clothes?"

  His former father-in-law, his clothes were washed white, and his whole body was patched. Nowhere is good.

  The clothes of these two people, at first glance, know that they are not cheap, at least a set of two taels of silver, can the poor settlers afford it?

  Zhu Zhenxuan feels sick as long as he thinks of warmth and scarred face, Wen Jiarui, because they have embarrassed him.

  Wen Yu said with a smile: "That's right, my uncle has a scar on his face, and looks terrifying when he looks at it. Zhenxuan Brother, do you think my painting has improved? Will that person take a fancy?"

   "Yu'er, your paintings are so good, you will definitely be appreciated by Mr. Xu." Fortunately, I have retired from that plague god, otherwise I have any qualifications to walk with such an excellent Yuer.

  Wen Yu smiled upon hearing this, "Are you really sure that Mr. Xu will come to the auction house today?"

  Wen Yu wanted to worship Master Xu as his master, but couldn't get in.

  Master Xu is the Taishan Beidou in the painting and calligraphy circles. His calligraphy and painting are even praised by the Queen Mother and the Emperor.

  His paintings are worth a thousand dollars and are collected by competition.

  Five years ago, he let out the news that he wanted to accept an apprentice with aura, but unfortunately he hadn't received it for so many years.

  Master Xu and Lin Taifu have been friends for many years. Because Lin Taifu was the head of the Lushan Academy, he heard that there were many talents in Lushan Academy, so he also found him, and lived in the Academy for one year.

  Few people know about this, but this year Fuzi Guo was admitted to Lushan Academy as a teacher, and he accidentally knew. Her elder brother is Master Guo’s proud disciple and future son-in-law, so she knew.

   But Master Xu stayed in the simple place. She had passed several posts through Guo Fuzi, but was rejected. She had no choice but to make this.

   "Yes, I overheard it in the academy that day." So today he and Wen Yu came to the auction house to auction the paintings in order to attract the attention of Master Xu.

  Zhu Zhenxuan is a student of Lushan Academy, and Wen Yucai looks at him differently.

  Because Zhu Zhenxuan is a student of Lushan Academy and the only one in the town to pass the exam, he has a high self-esteem, and naturally doesn't like warmth.

  Wen Yu was relieved after hearing this: "Then hurry in and see where Master Xu is sitting."

A young man in the auction house listened to the conversation between the two and said: “It turns out that the girl wanted to worship Master Xu as her teacher. Master Xu’s eyes."

  A Confucian next to him dressed up the old man, and seldom replied: "It is indeed a good painting."

  Master Xu is a frequent visitor of their auction house. Every time the auction house receives a good painting, he will notify Master Xu to see it. However, except for the auction house’s people, no one else knows about it.

  Otherwise, it is estimated that every time their auction house sells paintings!

  Wen Yu hadn't walked far to listen to the words of the two in his ears, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his confidence gained a bit.

  The chin was raised slightly again, and he walked to the auction house.

  Wen Jiarui took a cold look at Zhu Zhenxuan's back. Fortunately, Sister Nuan has retired from this gentle scum!

  A hundred Zhu Zhenxuan is not worthy of a warm sister!

  He is a man, and he can naturally see the admiration of Wen Yu in Zhu Zhenxuan's eyes. The two are so familiar, they are neighbors in the town, and they might have looked at each other a long time ago.

  Such a man who has changed his mind, bullies the poor and loves the rich, is useless to marry!

  Warmth didn't think too much, she didn't put the two of them in her eyes at all.

   Warmly pulled La Wen Jiarui's sleeves: "Father, what are you looking at?"

  Wen Jiarui came back to his senses: "No."

  The two came to the reception desk.

  Wen Jiarui: "Sir, we have a painting to auction."

  The old man nodded, thinking that it seems that many people still know that Master Xu will be here today.

  He took out a document: "This is the agreement document of the auctioning parties. You can only auction it if you have no objections."

  Wen Jiarui took it and looked at it seriously.

   Warmly turned her head and glanced, the document is not long, she read it at a glance, the point is that the auctioned goods at the auction house must pay the auction fee of 20% of the transaction price.

  Wen Jiarui asked warm comments after reading it and signed it.

  Warmth took out a painting, and the old man at the auction house opened it at will, and then he was startled, his face changed.

  He carefully unfolded the whole painting, showing his appreciation.

  He quickly picked up the magnifying glass placed next to him, shaking his hands slightly, and slowly moving the magnifying glass to look at it a little bit, the appreciation in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

The young man next to    also brightened his eyes.

  He felt that what he said just now was too full, Master Xu guessed that he would be blind to see the painting just now!

  What kind of aura, compared with this one, it is farting!

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  The auction house is divided into a high-level auction house and a general auction house.

   Valuable items such as paintings, calligraphy, antiques, and jade are auctioned at high-level auction houses, and ordinary items are auctioned at low-level auction houses.

  Warmth, the two got two high-end auction vouchers from the old man.

  The two walked in. At this time, the front row of the court was already full of people.

  Warm and Wen Jiarui sat in a row alone behind the crowd, and they also picked a middle position. There was no one sitting in the row behind them.

  Wen Yu and Zhu Zhenxuan are still looking for locations.

  Wen Yu’s hat has been taken off. She looked around the audience and glanced at every elderly person on the court. She wanted to see which Master Xu was.

  In the end, she felt that sitting in the middle of the middle row, the old man who seemed to be a bit of a fairy wind should be Master Xu.

   "Brother Zhenxuan, let's go there to sit." When the words were over, she took the lead by herself.

There is an empty seat behind the old man of Dao Bone Fairy Wind, and Wen Yu wants to sit behind him.

  Zhu Zhenxuan was about to say where there was no place, but seeing Wen Yu had already walked over, he could only quickly follow.

Wen Yu sat down, and she looked back at an old man in black robe behind her. The clothes on his body were already washed white, the original black was about to turn dark gray, and the cuffs were a bit worn out, and the brightly dressed people around him , Out of place.

  Wen Yu said: "Old man, are you here for the auction too?"

  Xu Tingzhi's expression was used to be serious, and he glanced up at her after hearing this: "No, come and take a look."

  Wen Yu showed a look like that!

   "Old man, you are not here for the auction, can you sit back? Don't hinder those of us who want to auction things, my elder brother has no place to sit yet!"

  Xu Tingzhi heard that, a serious face showed no change in expression, and he could not see the happiness or anger, so he stood up and walked back.

  Wen Yu pursed his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "A poor ghost, who has no self-knowledge."

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