Seeing Zhang Changshen looking at him with suspicion, Wu Zongdao said: "You have also investigated the case, and you should know that the Wei family did not want to take the little junior sister back at the beginning, and wanted to take the girl from the Xu family who looked very similar to her.

I went home. Later, when I had no choice but to take her back, I beat her and scolded her every now and then for three days. I didn’t give her any money, and I didn’t care whether she lived or died.”

"If Mrs. Wei hadn't been too harsh on her junior sister, and she didn't look like her mother and daughter at all, Mrs. Suiping and Mrs. Uncle wouldn't have become suspicious and asked people to investigate this matter. You also know that Mrs. Wei

She has always been arrogant and domineering, and Mrs. Suiping can't control her. The little junior sister's life is difficult, and she has no choice but to go to the silver shop in Beining to draw jewelry pictures for others. If you don't believe me, ask around, it's the one called Jie Baozhai

of."

"Now that my life experience has been found out, your junior sister doesn't have to live like this." Zhang Changshen comforted her.

"Uncle Suiping's house was already poor, and now that the family has been divided, there is even less property." Wu Zongdao said, "Now my junior sister is still painting jewelry pictures for the Silver House."

"Then how many of you want to learn painting?" Zhang Changshen asked.

"There are twelve of us including me, master, and second senior brother. The junior sister didn't accept any money from the three of us, but my master forced it on her. As adults, we can't take advantage of children, right? What's more, my junior sister

So poor."

Zhang Changshen calculated and smacked his tongue: "You're good, little junior sister. In just one moment, you made thirty-six thousand taels of silver. What a good guy!"

"Isn't it worth it? For three thousand taels of silver, you don't have to perform rituals in front of others, and you don't have to give three or four gifts every year. You can learn such a very practical painting technique. If it were you, would you like to learn it?"

Wu Zong glanced sideways at Zhang Changshen.

Zhang Changshen pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Sir, don't tell me, these nine people were selected by my master. How many people in the capital want to learn from his old man? You also know that if a certain scholar or scholar learns this painting skill, how many people in the capital will be able to learn it?"

Is it no problem for us to do some errands in Dali Temple? Three thousand taels, what is nothing for a bright future?"

When he said this, Zhang Changshen also felt that three thousand taels was not much, and it was simply too cheap.

You know, in this capital, if you want a certain official position, even if you hold ten thousand taels of silver, you may not be able to find a way.

It is extremely difficult for aristocratic families in the capital to get a good official position for their own family, let alone those from wealthy households, and for their children and grandchildren to be promoted to Jinshi.

Thinking this way, Zhang Changshen was in a dilemma.

In fact, if Zhao Ruxi did not worship Kang Shilin as her disciple, Wu Zong was not her senior brother, and several people would still protect her at all times, Zhang Changshen would not have to be embarrassed by this matter at all.

All he had to do was wait for Wu Zong to return from his studies and let him teach the painters in the yamen. He could teach as many as he wanted. At the worst, the three thousand taels of silver for Wu Zongxue's paintings would just come from Dali Temple.

When the time comes, will Zhao Ruxi, a little girl, dare to have any objections?

But it’s difficult to do now.

He sighed and said: "Master Wu, you see, our yamen is in great need of such a painter. Although you have gone to learn it, I can't just ask you to paint portraits whenever a case happens in the future, right? You are the Prime Minister of Dali Temple. Why don't I wait for you?"

After you learn it, teach it to the painters in our yamen? Let people from yamen from all over the country also let them come and learn from it?"

Wu Zong smiled: "Okay, I'll ask my master. If he agrees, that's fine with me. Who calls me an official of Dali Temple? How dare I disobey your order?"

"No, no, no, no." Zhang Changshen's scalp went numb when he heard Mr. Kang Shilin's name.

He didn't want to see Mr. Kang blocking the door of his house tomorrow and cursing people.

"Master Wu, brother Wu, what I just said was just a joke to you. You must not tell Mr. Kumu. Just pretend that I didn't say it. Yes, I didn't say anything just now."

Wu Zong said nothing, just quietly watching his boss cheating.

Zhang Changshen was thick-skinned. He recounted what had just happened and asked calmly: "Then what do you think should be done? You are also an official of Dali Temple. We need this kind of painting skills to handle cases, and you also

Clearly. Let’s take this case as an example. Without Miss Zhao’s painting skills, even with Sun Jiawang as a witness, I’m afraid the culprit would not be caught. As the Prime Minister of Dali Temple, you have learned painting skills, so you can always

Can’t we embarrass everyone?”

"Then what do you think we should do?" Wu Zong asked.

He knows the art of bargaining well: he cannot take the initiative to lower the price, Zhang Changshen has to take the initiative to export. And he cannot agree readily, otherwise the other party will feel that you have taken advantage of him, and after thinking about it, he feels very frustrated.

You have to push and push and act like you are in every possible embarrassment. In the end, it is really unfair, so you reluctantly agree. In this way, the other person feels that he has taken advantage of you, so he feels comfortable physically and mentally, and is satisfied.

Therefore, although the master gave a minimum price, for the sake of Mr. Zhang's physical and mental health, he could not readily agree to the matter.

Where can he find such a good subordinate like him?

"Our Dali Temple is poor..." Zhang Changshen first explained the difficulties faced by Dali Temple in asking for money, and after crying for a while, he revealed his price, "Look, how about one thousand taels of silver per person?"

Wu Zong listened patiently and then said seriously: "Actually, our Dali Temple is not short of money. With a little money from selling the property of criminal officials, we can train a few more painters. As for the local sect

Those who come to learn painting should naturally pay for it themselves. Or..."

He glanced at the door mischievously and lowered his voice: "Let one of them come to each place for four thousand taels of silver. As for whether they will teach others when they go back, we don't care. Neither my master nor my junior sister

Maybe you know, right? As for our yamen, we don’t need to pay at all. We can just transfer some from the local government and make it up. That’s enough. With twelve people from the local government, our Dali Temple can send four people to learn painting. Three

A thousand taels of silver each, it’s all fine. Hello, hello, hello, hello to everyone, right?"

As soon as he said this, Zhang Changshen looked at him with alert eyes: "You kid, you dare to trick even your master and junior sister. Are these three thousand taels of silver also trying to trick you and me?"

Wu Zong immediately straightened his face and stood up: "In that case, then go and talk to my master." After saying that, he walked out.

"Come back, come back, okay, okay, I promise you."

Wu Zong turned around and said, "Do you have to repay me for my three thousand taels of silver?"

"Report, report." Zhang Changshen nodded.

"Last point, my junior sister is paid to teach these people how to draw. You can't let her bear the infamy. She just taught people here, and the censor over there impeached her. Not only did she confiscate her money, but she also ordered her to be punished.
Chapter completed!