Fishing succubus is good at raising fish

"You sick tuberculosis, go and watch the excitement!"

The drunk man waved his fist in the air and said viciously.

Shen Shaotang's back was like an unbreakable poplar tree, and his expression was not afraid at all, "Who told you that I came to watch the fun?"

"Hmph, what are you? I only want justice from the Qiu family!"

"..." Shen Shaotang glanced at Qiu Zi from the corner of his eye, who was looking at him expectantly with a smile in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then pursed his lips slightly and said, "I am her...sister-in-law, don't make things difficult for her, I can still give you the justice you want."

"That's what you said! I want her to admit in front of everyone that the wrong medicine killed my mother-in-law!" The drunk man gasped while pointing at Qiu Zi.

The drunken man showed contempt in his eyes. This guy looked weaker than a woman. He was afraid of "manslaughter" with a punch. How could he have the confidence to stand in front of him and act as a hero to save the beauty.

Apparently overthinking one's abilities, and so did others.

"This is impossible." Shen Shaotang said calmly, "My third sister is the head of Jixintang and a famous doctor, why did you kill your wife? Besides, Jixintang has been established for a hundred years, helping the world and saving the people, and treating everyone equally. Family favor?"

Everyone present was silent for a moment, and they were a little shy, and then more and more people accused the drunk.

The drunk was also a bit shaken. He and his wife used to take medicine at Jixintang when they were sick, but nothing happened before. Why...why did it happen this time!

"Jixintang's original intention is to save people. Every medicine is safe. Even so... Manpower will eventually lose to God's will, and it is destined in the dark."

Shen Shaotang let out a sigh, life and death depend on wealth and honor.

The drunk suddenly burst into tears. He squatted on the ground and hugged his head, crying heartbreakingly.

"Woooo...it's me, I'm sorry for you!"

Shen Shaotang was moved when he saw this, and regardless of the dirt on his body, he reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him:,

"It's up to us to deal with your wife's aftermath. If she is alive in heaven, she must also hope that you will cheer up."

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Unexpectedly, as soon as Shen Shaotang left, Qiu Yan entered the door.

Qiu Yan heard that someone was causing trouble in Jixin Hall. Although her sister has a bad temper, the family has always taken good care of her. How can she be bullied?

When he came to Jixin Hall in a hurry, he found that the crowd had already dispersed, and the atmosphere was as peaceful and harmonious as usual.

"Third sister?" He came to the clinic and saw Qiu Zi was concentrating on writing prescriptions.

Qiu Zi took time out of her busy schedule to raise her head, her expression calm and composed: "Second Brother, what are you doing here?"

Qiu Yan looked around the lobby, and said with a bit of doubt in his tone, "Did someone come to make trouble just now?"

"The matter has been resolved." Qiu Zi smiled softly, and then said inexplicably: "Second brother, stay away from him."

"..." Qiu Yan heard the meaning of her words, but what does "he" have to do with this matter?

Then, he chatted a few more words, and after returning to Qiu's house, he recruited the book boy.

The book boy vividly talked about the situation at that time, and at the end he sighed:

"I really can't see that the young mistress is so righteous."

Qiu Yan was also a little moved when he heard that, "He really said that?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, every word is true!"

On the third day, the weather was fine.

Shen Shaotang felt much better, so he felt that he could no longer be a rice bug. Early in the morning, he cleaned up by himself, and put the necessary "rice bowl" into a basket.

He first went to serve tea to the old lady, then walked out of the compound, followed the route he remembered, walked through the bustling city, and stopped in a secluded corner.

The original owner didn't really rely on the Qiu family for food and clothing, he didn't have the monthly silver that others had, and basically relied on himself for three meals a day, and it was even more impossible for the Qiu family to help him with the extra money for medicine.

Fortunately, he was a good painter, so he often came out to sell paintings for money.

"Master Shen, you're here again today!" A bloated old lady who passed by said kindly.

Shen Shaotang greeted him with a smile. The aunt bought a bag of fried chestnuts next door to him. After leaving, the boss asked him enthusiastically if he wanted to eat it.

He smiled and waved his hands to hide his embarrassment.

After sitting in front of the stall for a long time, the people who passed by either praised or pointed fingers, Shen Shaotang didn't care about it at all, because no one really wanted to pay for it.

"This painting... really turns decay into magic." Suddenly, Youdao's young voice sounded.

Shen Shaotang was dipping in the ink, when he heard the sound, his fingers paused, the nib was full of ink, and a little bit of ink dripped down slowly.

He raised his head and couldn't help being surprised when he saw the person coming: "A Yan, why are you here?"

Qiu Yan's expression was a bit weird, and this kind of friendly tone made him feel uncomfortable.In the past, I was not familiar with Shen Geyan, let alone come to this art booth to talk to him in public.

He raised the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "I... just passed by by chance, so I came to have a look."

Shen Shaotang nodded slightly, and then had nothing to say.

Standing in front of the booth, Qiu Yan blocked most of it by himself, but he didn't seem to know what "obstructing the way" meant, and he didn't intend to leave.

He looked at the paintings with lowered eyebrows, rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "These paintings have mountains and waters, birds and beasts, but no one... It seems to be exquisite and sublime, but the colors are so dull and depressing."

"Whether my paintings are good or bad, no one appreciates them." Shen Shaotang's eyes were cold and lonely, but he showed a bitter smile.

"How can a good painting catch the eyes of ordinary people?"

Shen Shaotang raised his eyes to look at him, saw that the other party took out a painting scroll from his arms, and said mysteriously: "Well, guess the value of this painting, if you guess correctly, I will buy all of your paintings."

When the painting was unfolded, Shen Shaotang saw an exquisite picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix.

Qiu Yan observed his reaction carefully, and saw that he was intoxicated, holding the painting and refused to let it go, she couldn't help laughing, he was really a painting idiot just like his father.

"How, how much is this painting worth?" Qiu Yan raised his jaw slightly, speaking confidently.

Shen Shaotang didn't even raise his head, he rubbed the screen with his fingertips: "It's Mr. Zhong's handwriting, it's priceless."

Mr. Zhong is a famous court painter, one of the best painters in the world, and his authentic works are very rare.

"Then this painting is worth your paintings?"

"I'm afraid all my paintings can't be exchanged for its value."

Seeing that the time had come, Qiu Yan had a sly look in his eyes, and said while the iron was hot: "If I exchange it with the paintings in front of you, would you be willing?"

Shen Shaotang's eyes shone with brilliance, and he murmured: "If it's Zhong Lao's authentic work, I'm naturally willing to do it one hundred times."

"That's great, you and I have our own."

Shen Shaotang raised his head, the obsession on his face had long since faded, and he smiled alienatedly: "But, this painting is worthless."

"What do you mean...?" Qiu Yan's tone was somewhat surprised, did he already know?

"This painting is obviously a fake." Shen Shaotang threw the painting scroll up, and the latter embraced it in his arms with an inexplicable expression.

Seeing that the plan fell through, Qiu Yan was not in a hurry, but was a little surprised. Many skilled craftsmen couldn't distinguish this painting at a glance, but Shen Geyan saw it. It seems...he has some real skills.

Shen Shaotang flicked his sleeves coldly and said, "Qiu Yan, why are you making fun of me like this?"

"It's really my fault, I'll make it up to you." Qiu Yan accepted it as soon as he saw it, and bowed while holding the painting scroll.

His attitude is sincere and sincere, and the speed of changing his face opened Shen Shaotang's eyes.

"..." Shen Shaotang looked at him coldly.

Qiu Yan knew that he wanted to give a reasonable explanation, so he said, "I admired Mr. Shen's name earlier, but now I have the opportunity, I would like to ask you for some advice."

This time, Shen Shaotang was shocked.

He looked at the smiling face for a while, then asked suspiciously, "This...was you drawing it?"

"It's not a painting, it's just a clumsy copy."

This "clumsy" imitation ability is almost to the point of confusing the real.

Shen Shaotang's complexion became more subtle, and it was not until the other party emphasized "one or two pointers" again that he adjusted his mentality and said:

"The painting is not bad. It can be seen that the second son's talent is amazing. If he doesn't go to the exam to get fame in the future, he will definitely have a world in painting."

He sneered and sarcastically, deliberately speaking in a strange tone.

Sure enough, Qiu Yan's face changed slightly, "It's just something I did in my spare time, to pass the time."

"Second Young Master, is there anything else?"

Even the address has become alienated, it can be seen that Shen Shaotang is a little annoyed, after all, this guy is delaying his earning money, who will buy him medicine then?

This time, Qiu Yan stepped aside.He silently watched him talking to passers-by, feeling inexplicably depressed, and the hand hanging by his side clenched the scroll until it creases appeared.

He knew that Shen Geyan was nervous, and he intended to buy his painting, but he didn't expect it to backfire.