The Song Dynasty shocked the world by earning 100 million at the beginning

After Cheng Yutang finished speaking, he put down the paper umbrella again, covering her shy cheeks.

Liu Yuanhui felt as if he was talking to a paper umbrella again.

"Why should I get her an oil-paper umbrella when I have no time? It's so hard to communicate!" Liu Yuanhui thought.

When they were young, the two came to Huayuan's attic.

As soon as Liu Yuanhui helped Cheng Yutang off the boat, two boys in front of Huayuan Pavilion came to greet him.

"Are you Mr. Liu?" the boy asked.

"That's right." Liu Yuanhui replied.

"My master has said that Mr. Liu needs to be treated well if he comes. Today, Mr. Liu is not here. Please rest in Mr. Liu's room on the third floor." The young man said respectfully.

"No, no, no, no need. Today I am here to attend a poetry meeting and meet friends. I won't go to Lao Zhao's room. But... I don't need this invitation, right?" Liu Yuanhui said.

"That's natural, Mr. Liu, please!" the boy replied.

Then Liu Yuanhui took Cheng Yutang into Huayuan Pavilion while shaking his paper fan.

Along the way, Cheng Yutang glanced at him secretly several times.

When did this person have any friendship with the master of Huayuan Pavilion who "I only heard his name but never met him"?

The two went straight to the second floor.

Liu Yuanhui thought that the quality of the paintings collected last time was not too high, so he thought in his mind that he would collect more high-quality paintings today to make up for the shortfall last time.

"Why do you, a yellow-haired brat, come here to join in the fun? Go! Go home to your mother!"

Before they even entered the door, they heard someone yelling.

Opening the door, it turned out to be a teenage child attending a poetry meeting with a bundle of paintings in his arms.

But everyone thought he was just a kid who came to join in the fun, and wanted to drive him out.

"Who are you?" Liu Yuanhui asked standing at the door.

"Brother Yuanhui! You're here!" Shangguan Jing greeted Liu Yuanhui immediately when he saw him.

He was the one who just expelled people.

"Isn't this Brother Shangguan?" Liu Yuanhui thought as he bowed, Shangguan Jing, Shangguan Jing, please don't let me buy your paintings this time.

"I haven't seen Brother Yuanhui for a few days, and I miss Shangguan very much. Shangguan has also made several paintings recently. I would like to ask Brother Liu to taste them. The price is good!" Shangguan said respectfully.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu Yuanhui wanted to quickly change the subject of buying paintings.

"Brother Shangguan's paintings are superb. I admire them very much. I just wonder why brother Shangguan was arguing with a child just now?" Yuan Hui said.

Liu Yuanhui took a look at the child in front of him. His clothes were in tatters, his hair was disheveled, and he had a pile of paintings under his arm.

"This young boy is the son of a traveling doctor named Wang. He has been refused many visits to Huayuan Pavilion. He somehow managed to sneak in today. I will let him out now!" Shangguan Jing said and pushed the child out of the door. .

"Brother Shangguan, wait a minute. I think this kid also has ink works. It's not too late to give them a try!" Liu Yuanhui said.

"What kind of work can a yellow-haired boy do by just swiping at random with a pen?" Shangguan Jing said disdainfully.

Liu Yuanhui asked for a painting and looked at it. It turned out to be a colorful landscape painting.

The colorful pigments of the Northern Song Dynasty were made of azure or malachite. They were extremely precious and few people used them. How could this child paint with such pigments?

Although his landscape painting techniques are a bit immature, they still seem familiar...

"What's your name? Where did this colorful paint come from?" Liu Yuanhui leaned over and asked while looking at his painting.

I saw that the child was a little nervous, then took a deep breath and replied: "This colorful paint is made from my father's various herbs. My name is Wang Ximeng! I am fifteen years old!"

The painting Liu Yuanhui was looking at slipped from his hand.

This person is actually Wang Ximeng, the author of "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", one of China's top ten famous paintings!

His work is a priceless treasure as famous as "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"!

A few years ago, Liu Yuanhui queued for four hours to see the exhibition of this picture at the Forbidden City! I was so shocked that I couldn't recover for several days!

Liu Yuanhui quickly calmed down and picked up the painting that fell on the ground.

"Hmph! Colored landscapes are so new. Which painter today can use colored paints to paint landscapes? There is no artistic conception! And they are fake colored paints!" Shangguan Jing said disdainfully.

Liu Yuanhui ignored him and asked: "Why do you like to paint landscapes in color?"

This is also the question Liu Yuanhui has always had about this legendary painter.

You must know that colorful paintings were not popular in the Song Dynasty.

"Because the colors are beautiful!" Wang Ximeng replied without thinking.

It turned out to be the case.

The world of children is naturally more colorful and beautiful, so this is why Wang Ximeng was not yet eighteen years old when he created "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

"I want all your paintings! You can set the price as you like, and from now on, you can come to Huayuan Pavilion whenever you want, just give me Liu Yuanhui's name!" He took a deep breath and said to Wang Ximeng.

Liu Yuanhui's words about this yellow-haired child shocked everyone present.

Can this yellow-haired kid just raise the price of his shabby paintings?

Could it be that this prodigal son has nowhere to spend his money?

"Master Liu! Take a look at my paintings!"

"Mine is no worse than this yellow-haired kid's!"

"Mr. Liu! You decide the price!"

Seeing that Liu Yuanhui was so generous, everyone present came over to sell their paintings and make a fortune.

"Can one tael of silver be enough? I want to buy some drawing paper and paint, and some pig head meat to eat." Wang Ximeng said shyly.

Liu Yuanhui's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "With so many paintings, you only sell one or two?"

"One tael is enough. Why do I need so much money? If my father didn't dislike me for wasting medicinal materials and refused to let me paint, I could paint several paintings in a day!"

Wang Ximeng raised his head and looked at Liu Yuanhui in surprise.

Liu Yuanhui almost vomited blood.

The great painter who is highly sought after by later generations now thinks that a painting is not worth a pot of pig head meat.

Is this the power of talent? !

Looking at the child's clear eyes, Liu Yuanhui was completely convinced.

Art is priceless.

"One or two pieces, no more, five pieces in total." Liu Yuanhui said and handed five taels of silver into Wang Ximeng's hand.

Wang Ximeng stared blankly at the five taels of silver in his hand. He had never received so much "pocket money"!

Just when everyone present was stunned at the work of Liu Yuanhui who spent a lot of money to buy a yellow-haired boy.

There was a sudden "bang".