My cubs are big bosses

Chapter 323 My Daughters (11)

"Daddy believes in you." He patted Chazi's head, it was good for the child to have such determination.

But those stores were really too much. It was a pity that he was single and weak and couldn't defeat these people.

This is very angry.

Seeing that Chazi was no longer angry about this matter, but turned anger into strength, and started to do things.

Lu Yun had seen the potatoes in the backyard. They had just been planted not long ago, and germination was even less likely.

The road to finding a backer is still far away, so he should make some living money first.

He took his daughter's things to sell outside, especially the paintings of Shan Qing's daughter. Since the peony painting sent by Lu Yun was auctioned.

The man spent the whole day reciting poems and composing poems with peony pictures, which made others envious.

When Lu Yun came for the second time and was not noticed by the gatekeeper, the person in charge from last time came over after being notified.

Seeing that Lu Yun was still in the slightly tattered clothes, he took out a painting from his bosom, and those in charge were afraid of tarnishing the painting.

Lu Yun once again drew the picture, this time the painting was of a golden warrior and an iron horse.

Talented scholars saw this painting as if they were there, the scene of soldiers fighting the enemy with weapons on the battlefield, the victory of the war, shouting the poems they wrote while painting.

——How can I say that I have no clothes, and I share the same robe with my son, Wang Yuxing master, repair my spear, and share the same hatred with my son!
——Qi said Wuyi, with the same luster as Zi, Wang Yuxing teacher, repairing my spear and halberd, and working together with Zi!
——How can I say that I have no clothes, and I share the same clothes with you? The king raised his army, repaired my armor and soldiers, and went with me!
——…

When the talents came back to their senses, they couldn't hide the shock and excitement in their eyes.

There seemed to be tens of thousands of words to praise the painting, but when it came to their lips, they felt that these words were far from expressing their hearts.

The steward's hands trembled. He would have seen it before coming to the auction if he knew it earlier. He also fell in love with the painting.

This line of writing was completely unlike what a woman could write, and I deeply doubted whether Lu Yun was lying to him.

"Ahem, cough, cough, do you still want to buy it?"

Lu Yun's cough called back all the talented scholars, and then there were shouts of price one by one.

He liked this moment the most. He heard that the price exceeded 100 taels of silver, and he didn't recognize the person taking the lead.

Lu Yun remembered that this person didn't seem to participate in the last peony painting auction, so why did he show his head this time.

Maybe different hobbies.

What Lu Yun didn't know was that this man was the third son of the General's Mansion.

With the eldest and second brothers in front, he didn't need to inherit his father's position. He didn't have the qualifications to practice martial arts since he was a child, so he turned to reciting poems and composing Fu, mixing with a group of talented people.

Although he is not a martial artist, his ancestors have been military commanders for generations. The portraits of his grandfather and grandparents are placed in the ancestral hall.

There are also stories about the battlefield that his father told him when he was a child.

At that time, he only listened to it as a joke, but to this day, after seeing this painting, he felt like he was on the scene, as if he could smell blood. That is how many soldiers used their bodies to defend the territory of Jiang Kingdom from being bullied by the outside world.

He must take this painting and take it back to show to his family.

The General's Mansion was not short of money, and when it reached 190 taels of silver, no one shouted, only the three sons of the General's Mansion were left.

"Congratulations to this young master."

The manager's heart ached, but he was the third son of the General's Mansion. If it had been anyone else, he would have fought for it.

Third Young Master Fu readily gave the money, and after getting the picture of the Iron Horse and the Iron Arm, he left with his servants and couldn't wait to go home with the picture.

He stumbled and jumped out of the carriage, and rushed into the mansion.

"Third Lord... Son?"

The servants only felt a gust of wind blowing, and the third young master disappeared in a flash.

"Ms. Ms.!"

Madam Fu choked on the water, put down her glass, and coughed a few times.

Looking at the son who rushed in, "What do you look like in a hurry!"

(End of this chapter)