"How much does this painting cost?"

In front of the narrow stall, a swordsman in black looked at the vivid landscape paintings on the ground and asked questions.

A customer came to buy something, but the boy's face did not change at all. He just said lightly: "Ten taels of silver."

"hiss."

Hearing the boy's words, the swordsman in black immediately gasped and then looked at the boy with a strange look.

The young man's name is Huan Chang. He is eighteen years old this year. He only came to the city to sell calligraphy and paintings some time ago.

Unlike other vendors, although Huan Chang wanted to sell calligraphy and paintings for money, he never shouted loudly and just waited quietly.

What is even more confusing is that the calligraphy and paintings sold by Huan Chang are very expensive.

In the calligraphy and painting shops that usually own stores, the works of famous masters are only one tael of silver for a copybook, and a painting is only ten taels of silver.

However, Huan Chang, who set up a stall on the street, dared to sell calligraphy and paintings at such a high price, which made many people sneer.

"Young hero, this person is crazy about money, don't pay attention to him."

"If you want to buy calligraphy and paintings, I can guide you. The price of calligraphy and paintings in that place is cheaper than that here, and they are all made by everyone."

The thief-eyed vendor next to Huan Chang sneered at him when he saw Huan Chang's life and death.

He promoted the business to the swordsman in black, and if he could successfully lead the person to the shop, he would also get some introduction fees.

As for offending Huan Chang, the vendors didn't care at all. Who made Huan Chang occupy a small stall?

The swordsman in black glanced at the vendor, then looked at the calligraphy and painting with some reluctance, and said with a little embarrassed look: "Although I like this painting, I only have eight taels of silver left on my body."

"When I make money, come to my little brother to buy paintings."

The vendor who had just spoken was stunned when he heard the words of the swordsman in black.

The vendor can see that the swordsman in black is definitely not shirking, but really wants to buy this calligraphy and painting.

He did not expect that there was such a sucker in the world who was willing to spend a lot of money to buy the works of a young boy.

The swordsman in black put down the landscape painting, his eyes full of reluctance.

Huan always showed a smile on his face and said, "If you really like this, I'll give you this painting, and you won't get any penny."

This time, not only the vendor, but also the swordsman in black was surprised.

As if he could see the doubt in the black-clad swordsman's heart, Huan Chang smiled slightly and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Then he spoke, "Some people don't buy my calligraphy and paintings for a thousand dollars, but I don't sell them; some people, I'm willing to send their calligraphy and paintings for a penny, but I don't charge any money."

Huan Chang's body was not strong, but his eyes were very bright and he had a gentle aura.

When the swordsman in black heard Huan Chang's words, he immediately became solemn, took out all the silver he had on his body and placed it in front of Huan Chang.

He said solemnly: "I understand what my little brother means, but I can't treat you badly. Even if I owe you a favor today."

After saying that, the swordsman in black picked up the landscape painting, turned around and left.

The vendor next to him couldn't help but blush when he saw Huan Chang earning eight taels of silver at once.

For ordinary people, eight taels of silver is definitely not a small amount, and it can even allow an ordinary family to live in three months.

The vendors may not be able to make these money by working hard for half a month, and he doesn't think it's strange that he is so jealous.

Huan Chang ignored the vendor's jealousy, but looked up at the back of the swordsman in black, looked at the sword behind the man, and clenched his fists tightly.

Although the swordsman in black had a very gentle attitude just now, Huan Chang had already confirmed this person's identity and was a real warrior.

In the Jiuzhou Continent, the status of warriors is very special.

Even the most ordinary warriors have different abilities than ordinary people, and it is difficult for three or five strong men to get close to them.

Those real strong people in the middle of the big sects can even power the prefectures and counties, and force the Duke and Mausoleum, and will be grandly received wherever they go.

Some super sects can even determine the rise and fall of a vassal state.

In this world, everyone desires to become a warrior, but it is very difficult to enter the martial arts.

Even if you become the most ordinary warrior at the level of the hall, it is difficult.

Although Huan Chang lived in Yangjia Village since childhood, he also read poetry and books since childhood and had a deep understanding of warriors.

As a young man, Huan Chang also longs to be able to walk on the world with his sword. He roars when he sees injustice, travels around the world freely and pursues the ultimate martial arts.

However, Huan Chang's master did not allow him to practice martial arts, but instead forced Huan Chang to study and learn calligraphy since he was a child.

"When can I be as unrestrained as those warriors, smiling and proud in the world?"

Huan Chang clenched his fists tightly together, and due to excessive force, some blue veins in his hands even burst out.

However, he could only sigh slightly after all.

The swordsman in black disappeared, but Huan Chang's heart was in chaos, with desire, unwillingness and helplessness.

"Master, why don't you let me practice martial arts?"

Huan Chang shouted in his heart, but no one could answer his question.

“Huhhhhhhh.”

Huan Chang withdrew his thoughts, tried to calm down, stared at the eight taels of silver in front of the stall, his eyes a little unconscious.

"Forget it, the master will never harm me. Since I don't let me practice martial arts, I must have my own reasons."

Thinking of the good deeds of his master to him, although Huan Chang was extremely eager to practice martial arts, he finally sighed and prepared to put away the silver.

"Yohe, I really didn't expect that you can even sell calligraphy and paintings."

At this moment, a teasing voice sounded.

The eight taels of silver in front of the stall was also snatched away by a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man weighed the silver in his hand and kept throwing it into the air, then caught the silver again, with a happy look on his face.

Huan was used to this situation and frowned slightly and asked, "Why did you steal my money?"

The middle-aged man caught the silver, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Don't you know if you are selling things here, do you want to pay me Mr. Liu San?"

"In the past, you didn't find any trouble for you, but now you have the money, it will naturally belong to our brothers."

"Hahaha, it's not bad. With all these money, brothers can be happy again."

Behind Mr. Liu San, there were four gangsters following, with joy in their eyes.

Huan Chang said stubbornly: "That's my money, please give it back to me."

Huan Chang had always been studying hard, but his family had no money. His master felt that Huan Chang was old and should make money to support his family.

Therefore, Huan Chang came to the city to set up stalls to make money.

However, he abides by his master's teachings and never sells calligraphy and paintings at a low price, so he priced very expensively and had no income.

These eight taels of silver were Huan Chang's first income.

When Master Liu San's face was dark when he heard Huan Chang's words, he shouted: "Boy, don't be shameless. In this area, I have the final say in Master San."

Although the vendor next to him was a little greedy for small gains, some were jealous and often earned eight taels of silver.

However, he was just an ordinary citizen after all, with treacherous and kindness belonging to the people.

Huan Chang first arrived, but he didn't know the details of Master Liu San, but the vendor knew very well.

He didn't want to see something wrong with Huan Chang, so he hurriedly advised: "We sell things here, and we have to pay the third master all the money, so you can bear it."

"This time you pay a lot of money, but the Third Master will not kill the chicken to get eggs. If you make money in the future, the Third Master will not take them all."

Listening to the vendor's earnest advice, Huan Chang felt much better about this person.

However, he also has his own persistence.

Huan Chang still said stubbornly: "That's my money, it's still in the city. Are you not afraid of the government if you rob it so clearly?"

"Official?"

Thinking of the huge expenses of bribing the government every year, and thinking of pretending to be a grandson in front of the official, Master Liu San's face couldn't help but become a little distorted.

He suddenly stepped forward, kicked Huan Chang's stall over, and cursed: "The government can't care about me, don't be shameless, you kid."

Seeing that Huan Chang had not persuaded him, the vendor saw that Liu San was angry, and immediately frightened and hurriedly packed up his things and ran away.

The four gangsters following Liu Sanye saw their boss getting angry and hurried forward to step forward and trampled all the calligraphy and paintings rolling on the ground.

Seeing his hard-working works scattered on the ground, many of the calligraphy and paintings were trampled beyond recognition, Huan Chang suddenly felt angry.

"Don't bully people too much!"

Huan Chang suddenly stood up and glared at Master Liu San.

Huan Chang was a genius who could choose no matter what he wanted. He recognized his words at the age of five, wrote poems at the age of eight, and painted at the age of ten.

Although he is only eighteen years old now, he is already well-read in poetry and books. He naturally has a strong sense of righteousness in his heart, and he becomes angry and has a different power.

Master Liu San suddenly became angry when he saw Huan Chang. It seemed that when he saw the figures of those high-ranking scholars from this young man, he felt shocked and involuntarily took a step back.

But when I think of the boy in front of me, I was just a poor scholar, and I was immediately embarrassed by my actions just now.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Master Liu San stared at Huan Chang fiercely, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Scholars naturally need to have the backbone of scholars, and Huan Chang is no exception and looks at Liu Sanye without fear.

Huan Chang's eyes were full of stubbornness and anger.

"Call me!"

After being beaten by a young boy, if Mr. Liu San couldn't teach Huan Chang a lesson today, he wouldn't have to hang out on this street anymore.

As for the crime of beating people in the street, Mr. Liu was not afraid, and he was somewhat colluding with the government.

When the four gangsters heard the order of Master Liu San, they immediately rushed up with a grin. The leader kicked Huan Chang and kicked him to the ground.
Chapter completed!