“This is the picture of the Yue Wang Mountain in Guangzhou City?”

The old man who sells herbal tea buys paintings, which is only meant to "put the food", but when the painting is unfolded, he is fascinated.After holding the painting for half a day, he found the nails to be nailed to the wooden pillars outside the tea shed.

"Although the old and the dead are poor, but at any rate have lived so much age, although they have not bought any paintings, but they have seen more, celebrities have also seen a lot, those paintings are good, I do not understand, I only know that the more people can see the picture, the better the painting."Like this painting of the son, the old man can see at a glance that it is the Yuewang Mountain in Guangzhou, which is good.I also know that this painting hanging outside the wind and rain, can not last long.But I don’t know how to read, but I know a little bit about doing business.Fan has just opened, the most need is to let people know, this painting hangs here, one is to pull a few guests here for me, the second is to give Fan Gongzi a name, let more people know, the head of the South China Sea Danqing Kung Fu is very good, now selling paintings.The old tea stall is inconspicuous, and there are some guests who come and go every day, as long as there are many people who know, the son will not worry about business.

Fan Jin gave a ceremony to the old man, "the old man's heart, Fan is grateful, I don't know what to report."

"The South China Sea people help the South China Sea people, saying that the reward is too far."If it is convenient for Fan, send the little old man a painting, and the little old man wants to stay at home and make a memorial."

"The old man is willing to appreciate the face, I happen to have a new painting here to give, this kind of painting, look at Guangzhou but only this one has no semi-division, in front of you, Fan is ugly."

Fan into the speech, has opened the bookcase, from the inside first took the paper on the table, and then took the wood chip as the body of graphite as the core of the pen out.The king's treasurer looked around, very strange, "Fan son, you want to paint with a eyebrow pen?"

Graphite is also called the eyebrowstone, which is used for women's eyebrows, and it is extremely rare for painting.Fan Jin smiled, "It's not just a painting stone, there's something else in it."Down between the words, bowing their heads, began to build on the paper, the paper sounded, and the tea guests already had someone to look at the painting outside, while looking at the praise,

"This king's mountain painting is similar, and the reader is powerful."Not only to study, but also to paint.”Then look at Fan into the eyebrow pen to paint, curiosity is more prosperous, many people began to come together, see what he is painting.

After a while, someone couldn’t help but mutter, “What is this?”How strange is it that this eyebrow pen can be painted."

"Yes, it is no wonder that Guangzhou's first eyebrow pen to do painting, I think others have done this, but the painting is not successful at all."

"This painting is wrong, the outside of the king's mountain painting is similar, how can you say that people can't paint?"This is the head of the South China Sea case, talent ah, talent can have something?“You see, this is not a painting?”

“Yes, this is a picture... the king’s treasurer?”

On the drawing paper, a stooped old man's pattern of selling tea has been formed, and the king's treasurer is no different, and when everyone is greeting the king's treasurer to see it, someone shouted: "This is me!"

The voice did not fall, there are already others shouting: "Shout what, who can not recognize your appearance!"If you dare to mess with Fan Gongzi's painting, carefully take the old man's fist!"

Fan Jin continued to paint with his head down, only smiled: "Nothing, this pencil drawing is not afraid of mistakes, after the wrong use of dry bread to wipe it, you can go down, everyone is not in a hurry, this painting is good to talk about."

After another tea scene, Fan Jin finally put the pencil and said to the king's treasurer: "Please the old man's wrist."

“The top wrist?”The treasurer of Wang did not understand what it meant, but there were also readers in the tea guest, explaining: "Fan Gongzi is kind to you, let you teach."

"Inspect ... this is a joke, where I have been instructed, this painting... this painting is afraid that not only a few masters in the city can guide, but the old man can only look at it, it is a blessing to cultivate in a past life."It’s the first time I’ve seen a picture like this.

Only saw the snow white paper, the old man bent over the tea, tea guests are holding copper money on the table, behind the old man two tea guests pointed fingers, talking about the entrance, the corner of the guest lying on the table, buried their heads on the arm to sleep, in another place, a book student to do painting, surrounded by more than a dozen people stop to watch.This picture is to paint everything in the tea shed.

Relying on the blessing of the system, Fan Jin's sketching level is placed in the later generations, but also the first-class level, the painting is vivid, vivid, the figure scene in the tea shed, as many as possible on this drawing paper.A few of the tea guests wearing long shirts of the readers, looking directly stunned, after a long time to say to themselves: "too guarded without purpose, this is too big to actually refuse to record, people say that the Mo paper in the field, in my opinion, but in the field of Mo theory, this world is not fair!"

A few students took the lead, each took 50 papers of money, bought a painting of Fan into a painting, but other guests could not afford 50, but they did not let go of Fan into this sketch, and said that they could not go.The king's treasurer was ready to roll up the painting, "This painting is Fan Gongzi to send the old, but can not hang on the outside, the wind and the sun, then spoil something."

Fan Jin said: "This painting may be hung here, let people look is also a pencil painting name."As for the old man, I will come and give you a pencil portrait alone, so that you can put it away, without having to hang it."

The king's treasurer only felt extremely frightened, and even thanked: "This... how this makes, two bowls of herbal tea in the district, which changed a lot."You come early tomorrow, the little old man will give you a few refreshers, and it will be a little refreshment."The other tea guests, seven hands and eight feet, hung the pencil sketch with the Yuewang Mountain view in one place, pointing fingers and feet outside, and still judged endlessly.

Fan Jin said that this matter would not be left, and when he mentioned the guise, he went up the street again.On the first day of business, Fan Jin did not intend to do business well, as he wanted to come, the first three days are not how to make money.After all, the painting is not just needed, no matter how good you paint, the initial sales will not be too big.

Pencil painting, especially new things, from birth to acceptance, may consume a lot of time, but now he is not in a hurry to sell pencil painting to get rich, as long as the money can meet the daily expenses, it is nothing to worry.In the tea-shack, three paintings were sold out, and with a hundred and fifty papers, enough to pass today, and as for tomorrow, let it be thought of again.

When the day passed, Van Jin was ready to go back.Just walked through a street, facing a few men wearing straight squares, the head of the moon straight broke a large piece, playing with a make-up, two sleeves high up, straight exposed half a black arm.

The people behind them, not with fewer sleeves, or flamboyers blooming, look very depressed.But the ferocious eyebrows, the look was thorny, and the fist was full of power, which sealed Fan's way.

For the first person in his thirties, the black-faced ears born, coarse-looking relatives of the butcher, raised his finger to Fan into his nose and said, “You are the rural man from Jinsha Township?”

“What is it?”

"That's right, as a person in the crown, you don't know how to love yourself, actually do a business, not to lose the face of our readers?"In addition, you are still unclear with the Liang Sanjie, who sells dog meat outside the city, regardless of the decency of the students.More hateful, do you dare to make crooked poems and ridicule the great master when you try in the county, and do you still have the word honorable in your eyes?A few of us, as show talents, can't watch you do anything wrong, bad my reputation!Today, I want to teach you a good lesson for the big master.Let you know that Guangzhou is a place with rules, and people can't be messed up."

Fan stepped back and looked at a few people, "a few of us have never known each other, why do we have to meet on the move, there is something to discuss."What do you think I am wrong, that you may reason, that you do not know it, and think that you are going to use force?"

"You're right, we're going to give you some pain in your fist, you know it's powerful, smashed his suitcase with me, and then send him to see the officer!"

Under the command of the head, a slap in the face of Fan into the face hit, but Fan Jin bowed his head and hid this slap.Heart secret: I don't know what kind of enemy, actually want to find a way to find a show to smash the stall.I have to say, this method is really good.

The people of the morning love to fight more than the warriors.When Jiajing faced the great system, the author of the rolling Yangtze River East, the great Ming Talents son Yang Shen, took a group of civil officers to an ambush on the left side of the door, ready to kill Zhang Xuan and Guixian who supported Jia Jing.Earlier, after the change of civil land, Jin Yiwei commanded the handsome Ma Shun, who was also killed by the civilian officials in the court.

Compared to the skin on the street, these students are the most difficult characters.The same is to fight the group, if it is the skin hit the head, no matter what, the skin will suffer.But if it is a show to play a child, it is likely that it will be gone, than the skin is a greater threat to Fan Jin.

Seeing each other's bad intentions, Fan Jin tied the book box tightly and took a step back: "You are mostly third-class epistomy, right?"Why not be a foodie, why should you use it for others, be strong and be careful to lose."

The leader of the show to see Fan Jin, hey hey smiled: "Although we are attached to the birth, but to deal with you a child, but more than enough, today let you know, the power of the reader."“Brothers, fight!”

The strong men who had been quietly following Fan Jin in the distance saw the students appear, all relieved to speak out, a humane: "This group of stars, we have no connection, these people are vicious and habitual, there is a good feeling, Hong Lao Dad can also explain."This Hong family is also able to find this group of skins, but also to find us such good people to do it."

"Yes, he painted well, if it is not difficult with Hong Lao, I want to buy one and hang it at home."I don't know how much of the benefits these people have, is to interrupt his hand, so that he can no longer go to the examination room, or to break his face, so that he can not go to the election officer?"

As he was talking, the head of the skin-throwing head frowned: "Not right, this surname Fan has Kung Fu!"This time, I'm afraid that these students will lose."

Fan Jin rushed over when the student rushed over, has retreated to the corner, carefully put his own cloth, footstep, two hands holding the fist like a burrito, toward the first rushed up to the book, a heavy fist directly out!