Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

It doesn't take much money to set up a shop, Pinghu took back the deed of the house the next day, Mi Xia looked down, went inside and put it away for Fu Niang.While Cui'an was studying ink, Erya laid out all the finished drawings on the desk.Zheng Zhao wrote the postscript one by one, sealed it with a seal, and then handed it over to Danghu to take it to the mounting shop.

When the door of Huying bumped into the clerk of the tailor store, the clerk asked, "Is your young master there?"

"Yes." Danghu pointed to the study and said, "The young master is writing, and he won't be able to come out for a while. If you need something urgent, I will help you."

The buddy waved his hand and said, "No, there's nothing urgent, I'll just wait here."

Danghu nodded when he saw this, and went to the best painting shop in Linqing with the picture scroll in his arms.The shopkeeper of the painting shop looked at the painting, then at Pinghu, calculated the money and asked him to pick it up in five days.

After Zheng Zhao finished painting the ancient pine, his hands and eyes were a little sore, so he wanted to breathe in the courtyard and move his stiff body.Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the door of the study, he saw a young boy squatting on the ground, holding a branch in his hand, writing and drawing on the ground.

The man also heard the door opening and closing, looked up and saw a noble young man walking towards him, hurriedly threw away the branch, stood up and bowed.

"Mr. Zheng, our shopkeeper said that there was an earthquake in Sichuan again. The price of silk and satin transported to the north will increase. The Yuehua brocade and Yusi brocade ordered by the small shop are still on the canal boat. May I ask you to change the clothes or add some more?" Then use Shu brocade for the money?"

Zheng Zhao looked down at the horse drawn by the assistant on the ground, and asked casually, "Is ten taels enough?"

The man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect him to ask such a question, what if he tricked him into taking more money and keeping it for himself?The shopkeeper said that there would be an increase of three taels first, and the base price was two taels. The clerk thought about it and said, "Master, just give two taels and five taels."

Zheng Zhao nodded, and told Pinghu, "Go and fetch a piece of silver from Auntie."

Pinghu replied yes, and ran in. Recently, he seemed to be particularly interested in Caiyun, the yellow-haired girl who served by Fu Niang's side, and he wanted to see him whenever he got the chance.

Zheng Zhao shook his head and chuckled, and asked the honest boy, "You can draw horses on the ground. Have you ever learned how to draw?"

The young man knew that the young master in front of him was a great painter, so he felt that he was embarrassing, so he blushed and said in a low voice: "The villain likes to draw horses, but he has no money to learn how to do it. I just drew it casually, so I shouldn't spoil the young master's eyesight." .”

Zheng Zhao glanced at him and said with a smile, "I'm not teasing you. You are really good at drawing. There are pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the study. Try drawing again."

"Ah?" The boy blinked and asked in disbelief, "Me?"

"It's you." Zheng Zhao said and led him to the study.

Between the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard of the study room, water is diverted under the window to form a pool, which is crystal clear, and fish swim leisurely wagging their tails.The man had never entered the study, and although it was past noon, the room was still bright and clean.The book case is placed near the window, and the light shines on the various colored paper from the left. Next to the flower paper is a bowl of lotus, which is the size of a palm.The buddy looked away, raised his head and looked at the stack of books opposite him, unable to speak.There are so many books, it's impossible to read them all.

Zheng Zhao pushed the stunned boy to an armchair and sat down, opened the ink cartridge and picked out an ink for him, and studied it by himself, "Draw quickly."

When Pinghu came back after taking the silver, he happened to see the young man holding a brush and drawing horses on his young master's chair, while his young master was sitting on a Zen bench beside him.He curled his lips and presented the ingot of silver to the young master, "Grandma agreed, it's ten taels."

Zheng Zhao didn't take the ingot of silver, but went to the boy to look at the horse he had drawn. The ink line was slender, and it was easy to draw out the plump and vigorous posture of the horse's steed, but this posture was lifelike.

This is talent.

He put the money in front of the boy and said, "Two taels of money belong to your shopkeeper, and the rest of the money is for you to learn painting."

"Mr. Zheng!" The little guy was surprised and then happy when he heard the words, knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you Mr. Zheng... villain... I really don't know how to repay you, I will be your cow and horse in the next life to repay you Your kindness!"

"You are the one who draws well." Zheng Zhao helped the boy up, looked at him and said, "Since you can draw well, you should draw even better. This is the luck of pen and ink."

With tears in his eyes, the young man swore, "If I'm lazy, lazy and lazy, and fail to live up to your master's wishes, I will definitely be struck by lightning!"

Zheng Zhao sighed, and said softly, "Just keep drawing."

Hearing the words, the little boy was very grateful, and Zheng Zhao finally let him leave with the money.

After another seven or eight days, the calligraphy and painting shop opened, and there were more than ten paintings hanging on the walls inside, each of which was carefully framed.Pinghu fiddled with the abacus and sold two large-scale paintings in just one morning, and they were the two most expensive in the whole shop.

"170 four taels!" Pinghu smiled happily.The young master said that he could get a tenth of the profit from the shop, and it was only 17 taels this morning.After saving 100 taels, he went to ask his grandma about Caiyun.

Pinghu was dreaming of his wife and children warming the kang, and then heard a "bang", as if someone had kicked the door and barged in.

Which merchant was so vulgar and rude, Pinghu looked at the door impatiently, and several vicious guards walked towards him with chains.He was so frightened that he trembled all over, he hurriedly picked up the silver on the cabinet and hugged it in his arms, and shouted: "I am Zheng Luanying's servant of Mr. Zheng, you guys must have found the wrong person!"

"That's right, it's you we're arresting." The guard grabbed Pinghu and tied his hands with chains.

"I didn't do anything, you can't arrest people without end, let me go!" Pinghu struggled to get his hands out of the chain, "I'm Mr. Zheng's servant, you can't arrest me! "

The guard was so annoyed that his ears hurt, he reached out and punched him in the face a few times, and then said: "Hey, go to the Yamen and tell me if you have committed any crimes, and tell the old people to ask for a beating."

The sun was shining on the corridor at noon, and Zheng Zhao knew the news that Pinghu had been arrested and taken to the Linqing government office as soon as he opened his eyes.

"The yamen said that Pinghu stole your paintings to sell, young master, and they are already in prison. Young master, rescue Pinghu!" Danghu was in a terrified voice, his voice hoarse, "The yamen also closed the shop, and all the calligraphy and paintings in the shop were taken away." Send it back, and tell them which painting is missing, they will go to track down the whereabouts, and they will definitely find it for you, young master."

Zheng Zhao couldn't help rubbing his temples. Not only does he have a headache, but his eyes also hurt. This Linqing magistrate is really a good-hearted official, but unfortunately he doesn't want to believe that he sent a servant out to sell in a shop. He insults scholars. The scum in clothes has become the sufferer.

"I'll write a letter to Fu Zun." Zheng Zhao took up a pen and wrote the letter before washing up. In the letter, he said that he sent a servant to sell the painting, not that the painting was stolen.

Danghu took the letter and ran to the yamen, relying on a letter to reach the magistrate unimpeded.

"My lord, this is a letter from our young master."

Hearing this, the magistrate took Zheng Zhaoxin's letter, opened it and read it, the more he admired it, after reading the letter, the magistrate couldn't help but sighed: "Willing to lie for the servant, saying that I let the servant sell paintings, Zheng Luanying is really an open-minded person." People, it's admirable."

Danghu couldn't help but feel a toothache, what the hell is this? The prefect didn't believe his young master said that he sent servants to sell paintings.

Although the magistrate didn't believe Zheng Zhao's words, he let him go.

The guard left the restaurant drunk after drinking at night, and walked home by holding onto the black and narrow alley.After walking two steps, the guard suddenly felt a sack covering his head, and the light in his eyes disappeared, and then rolled to the ground with a fist.

"Who, whoever beats me, I can work in the Yamen!" The guard got up from the ground.

Pinghu and Danghu looked at each other, then punched and kicked.

In July, the fire flows, and the summer goes with the cicadas.When Pinghu settled the accounts, he suddenly found that the shop he was managing had no name yet. Thinking about the money, he resolutely ran home and asked, "Master, what is the name of this painting and calligraphy shop?"

Zheng Zhao took a look at the idle chapters next to the sketches. His calligraphy and paintings are all stamped with this seal, so the shop should also be called this.

"The smoke falls in the room," he said.

Pinghu tentatively asked: "Young master, can you write big characters? The business of the shop is getting better and better. I want to ask someone to make a plaque to make it more conspicuous."

"Of course." Zheng Zhao clicked, brushed his brush, "I don't have so many paintings, you manage it sincerely, if you have time, you can go to the clothing store and ask the guy if he has any paintings, and if he has any, he will sell them together , it’s cheaper.”

Pinghu was also worried about what to do when the young master's paintings were sold out, but he couldn't help but feel happy when he heard the young master say this.

"Let's go, little one!"

Zheng Zhao lay back on the couch, flipping through the book.The chessboard next to the pillow was tilted, and the black and white chess pieces fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, like light rain dripping on the bluestone.

Anle Palace, curtains rustling autumn rain.

Zheng Heng held back the nausea in his throat, fixed his eyes on the imperial physician who was diagnosing his pulse, and his heart hung in his throat.Yuexin hadn't been here for two months. She quietly asked someone to ask the female officer who remembered Tongshi. According to the time, it was suitable for the bedtime.

The imperial physician frowned, put his hand on her wrist, and made a very careful judgment.

This is not only about having a child, it will also change the pattern of the ruling and opposition parties.The princess is fine, if it is a prince, it will be turned upside down.For so many years, the vassal king has been unscrupulous and has repeatedly usurped, all because the emperor has no children, and after a hundred years, he can only adopt one from the clan.Who knows what the next emperor's attitude will be towards the vassals?The first emperor and the emperor were father and son, one treated them with great kindness, and the other made every effort to make things difficult.

The imperial physician put down his pulse-diagnosing hand and looked at the beautiful and gentle servant.

Zheng Heng's hand couldn't help gripping his dress tightly, the grievances for half a year were all because of this matter.For the Zheng family and for herself, she wanted to have a child, a prince.

The imperial physician said: "Congratulations, ma'am, you are lucky."

Zheng Heng closed his eyes, and after a long time, he finally burst out laughing.But even if she laughed, she didn't dare to make a sound, suppressing all the joy in her gentle smile.

"Go invite the emperor."

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