Refusing to become a receiver, the system asked me to go back to farming

When the corn is done, he will have a normal career, so his parents won't say anything about him.

But what makes Zhang Hai most helpless is that his mother always wants him to go on a blind date and find a wife quickly.

……

Yucheng Cultural Street.

This is a remote street located in the core area of ​​Yucheng, with a length of hundreds of meters, full of old shops, and a rare cultural legacy street in Yucheng.

This cultural street represents the ancient cultural undertaking point of Yucheng.

Every shop in it is priceless, basically handed down from generation to generation, even if you have money, it is difficult to buy a shop here.

The shops here are basically century-old shops, and most of the items sold are old items.

Liu Jingyao and Zhang Hai were bored, wandering around the Cultural Street, not knowing what to do.

"Yaoyao, who is that expert you mentioned? He's so mysterious. What else do you mean I know?"

"Stupid, is it hard to guess? Have I met some of my girlfriends?"

Liu Jingyao gave Zhang Hai a blank look, and said slowly.

"You mean, Zheng Keke?"

Zhang Hai froze for a moment, then said slowly.

"Coco's family is a family of Chinese medicine, how could it have anything to do with this thing?"

Liu Jingyao looked at Zhang Hai's eyes full of meaning that you are an idiot, which made Zhang Hai a little dumbfounded.

"Is that Huang Jiajia?"

"Yes, you are really stupid. Jiajia's family is in the line of antique calligraphy and painting, but it seems that their lineage was driven to Yucheng because they violated the family taboo, but this kind of thing is more sensitive. Better not to ask."

Liu Jingyao said softly.

"Is that so, you mean that Huang Jiajia is in this cultural street now?"

Zhang Hai froze for a moment, then said slowly.

"That's right, their family has a shop on this street, but Jiajia hasn't come here yet, and it doesn't mean much for the two of us to go there, after all, we don't know anything about antique calligraphy and painting."

Liu Jingyao curled her lips and said helplessly.

The field of antique calligraphy and painting does not mean that you can understand it after reading a few pictures and drawing a few pictures. It is necessary to cultivate this knowledge from an early age.

"You don't understand, but it doesn't mean I don't understand."

Zhang Hai froze for a moment, then said slowly.

For a moment, he suddenly thought of the system reward he got last time when he planted roasted sweet potatoes, a treasure trove of secrets.

This thing claims to be able to identify everything, but he hasn't tried it yet.

"Really, you guys can still understand calligraphy and painting?"

Liu Jingyao looked at Zhang Hai suspiciously. With Huang Jiajia as a girlfriend from a family of antiques, Liu Jingyao knew a little bit. Zhang Hai said that, she couldn't believe it.

After all, how old is Zhang Hai, and his family is still in the countryside, so there is no chance to get in touch with antiques.

"Of course, I'm a disciple of an expert hermit. He taught me everything. Otherwise, where do you think my abilities come from?"

When Zhang Hai was fooling people, his face was neither red nor his heart was beating, which made Liu Jingyao confused for a while.

"Then, I'll take you there to have a look. If you can't tell me what to order, why don't you pack my dinner?"

Liu Jingyao thought about it for a while, and she didn't lose anything. At most, Zhang Hai pretended to understand what he didn't know, and it would be boring to go there.

"Row."

Zhang Hai nodded, feeling a little impatient in his heart.

[However, it seems that if I can say something, I won't be inviting you to dinner tonight. 】

As soon as Zhang Hai came up with this idea, he felt that the soft flesh around his waist was tightly pinched by two slender fingers.

"Hiss... Yaoyao, what are you doing..."

"It's okay, I think you're not in a good mood, just to refresh you."

Liu Jingyao acted like I was kind enough to help you, which made the corners of Zhang Hai's mouth twitch, speechless.

[There must be something wrong with this woman, otherwise how could she suddenly pinch me. 】

Zhang Hai didn't believe Liu Jingyao's words at all. If there was nothing wrong with this woman, there would be a problem.

Liu Jingyao glanced at Zhang Hai, then hummed softly, and walked forward with a jump.

"Eh."

Zhang Hai shook his head helplessly, and hurriedly followed.

After a while, the two came to an antique calligraphy and painting shop, looking at the simple and elegant decoration, Zhang Hai was also slightly taken aback.

Various exquisite patterns are engraved on the wooden door frame, and there is a sign hanging directly above the door, with three big Chinese characters on it: Wenmo Pavilion.

The current time is three o'clock in the afternoon, but the entrance of Wenmo Pavilion is really busy with people coming and going, and everyone is dressed very formally. Occasionally, there will be a few old men in Chinese tunic suits laughing and talking about something.

From Liu Jingyao's mouth, I learned that this Wenmo Pavilion is not ordinary at all, it has a history of hundreds of years, and the Huang family has opened branches of this Wenmo Pavilion in the whole province.

Although many of the managers of some branches are branches of the Huang family, no one dares to provoke them, which shows how terrifying the Huang family is.

After walking into the Wenmo Pavilion with Liu Jingyao, they saw the works of various famous artists hanging on the walls.

And there is a wall in the center, which is the most conspicuous, because there is only a pair of calligraphy and painting hanging on this wall, and the frame is very gorgeous.

"Tsk tsk tsk, didn't you say that you understand it? Come and tell me, what is the origin of this painting, what is good about it, and why is it good?"

Liu Jingyao looked at Zhang Hai with a teasing face, waiting to see Zhang Hai's joke.

She had heard a lot about this painting from Huang Jiajia. If Zhang Hai couldn't understand it, she could take the opportunity to fiddle with her own knowledge.

"this painting?"

Zhang Hai froze for a moment, then shook his head and sighed.

"Pity."

"It's a pity? What a pity about this painting. You guys don't understand at all, so you said that on purpose. If you don't understand, you can ask me! I just do my homework!"

Liu Jingyao acted as if you beg me quickly, and I will tell you if you beg me, which made Zhang Hai's eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

He said that this painting is a pity, which is really a pity.

Because in the data fed back to him from the Tianji Illustrated Book, this painting is a fake.

"Hmph, another country bumpkin who came out of nowhere, do you know calligraphy and painting? How dare you say that this painting is a pity?"

A young man glared at Zhang Hai, snorted coldly, and shouted softly.

Zhang Hai glanced at the young man indifferently. The suit and leather shoes of this young man were obviously of good material, and he wore a luxury watch on his wrist. He was obviously from the rich second generation.

"How do you talk? My friend said it's a pity, and that's a pity. It's ridiculous. You think you understand it, don't you?"

When Liu Jingyao heard that the young man called Zhang Hai a country bumpkin, she immediately became a little angry.

Regardless of Zhang Hai's understanding of calligraphy and painting, and he didn't talk to him, the first thing he said was to insult Zhang Hai, which made Liu Jingyao simply unable to bear it.

Seeing Liu Jingyao's excitement, Zhang Hai's eyes were moved slightly.

[I didn't expect that she would protect me so much, don't you worry that I'm really talking nonsense? 】