"After the painting in Fucheng was sold, it is said that the seller said it was his pen-broken work. He would never paint it again."

"Why aren't it the only ones in Beijing and Fucheng who have his paintings?"

"Why did you finish the pen? It's very well drawn!"

Chen Yunyao was a little incredible and didn't continue to listen to their discussions. Instead, she was wondering if the painting in Fucheng was hers.

The magistrate Zheng also said: "I have really seen the painting in Fucheng. It is painted very realistically. The style is the same as the one hanging on the wall of the lobby. Where did you buy these paintings?"

"I drew it myself!" Chen Yunyao said.

County Magistrate Zheng was surprised and even a little unbelievable, but still said: "The county magistrate has excellent painting skills!"

After all, it is hard for a village girl to be very skilled in painting.

Chen Yunyao heard his compliments, which were a little distrustful.

"Girl Yao, are you talking about it true? Did you draw it? Don't just show off to show off, right?"

The old men happened to hear her words and asked quickly.

Chen Yunyao smiled and said, "Look at what you said, it was not what I drew. How dare I say it randomly? If someone asked me to draw one, I can't draw it. Isn't that embarrassing?"

An old man yelled: "The man who sells paintings in Fucheng said that it was the last work of writing. So if you don't paint, no one will say anything."

Chen Yunyao smiled faintly and said, "That person is not me. I haven't said I'm closing the pen."

An old man cheered and said, "Then you draw one quickly! It proves that you are the one who painted it."

She was just thinking about it and asked someone to prepare pen, ink, paper, ink, and inkstone.

The old men immediately gathered at her table and waited to see how she painted.

Chen Yunyao grinds the ink and pigments, and dips several brushes into the pigments.

She was very fast in her hands, even painting with both hands.

The tip of the brush is like a naughty dancer, sometimes bent, sometimes straight, sometimes rotating, leaving various traces on the beautiful dance posture.

A landscape picture was made in less than a cup of tea.

Several old men went from surprise to shock to—to compete.

In just a short moment, the old men had rich experiences in their hearts.

"This one belongs to me. I proposed to paint it." An old man pressed the painting roguely, fearing that he would be stolen.

"Yao girl, how much does this painting cost? I'll buy it."

"Girl Yao, do you think you are favored by one person or another? How about you draw one person? You look at how fast you draw it!"

Chen Yunyao: “…”

I just made a mistake, should I slow down?

Was your behavior just now so shocking?

But it seems even more troublesome if it is not satisfied with the old men.

So she said, "Everyone has one. There are more or less."

She even wants to sell it if she doesn't have it.

I heard them talk about the paintings of the capital city in Beijing, but it seems that their reputation has been gained.

She worked hard and drew four more paintings.

The old men were happy now and began to appreciate and evaluate the paintings in their hands carefully.

"The little boss, the guests inside quarreled and fought. Now they asked them to call the boss." A young man came to report.

Chen Yunyao said to the old men: "Grandpas are lost. I'll leave in advance."

The old men were busy looking at the paintings and worshiping each other directly, saving their words.

Chen Yunyao laughed at their focused appearance.

This is really about using people to face forward, not behind!

She followed the young man into the inner courtyard, and heard sharp shouts inside. A group of women were chattering and chattering very lively.

When Chen Yunyao approached them, she realized that it was because of painting.

Everyone has been sitting here for so long, how come this painting has been concentrated until today?

"When I changed the painting to you, I was fine, without any flaws. You checked it yourself. I have no reason to break your stuff."

"Who knows, this one is a masterpiece, I bought it for a lot of money."

When Chen Yunyao heard this, fortunately it was not his own painting.

The two servants of the family have started fighting, and the two masters are still arguing about who broke the painting.

Chen Yunyao held his forehead, this group of people is really...

She suddenly didn't want to interfere with it. It was difficult to find evidence for such things. The two of them were good friends. After reconciling, if they interfere at this time, they might be no one inside or outside in the end, so they could make it clear by themselves. If they are damaged, they will compensate.

She just wants to make money quietly, but she doesn't want to be a judge.

The moment she turned around, someone shouted, "The little boss here is here, let her judge it!"

Chen Yunyao: “…”

Since she mentioned herself, she could not leave so directly.

When she turned around, she smiled and said, "I guess you are always together and have your own solutions. I won't say much."

This answer was beyond the expectations of the women, and the scene was silent for a while.

Soon another hustle and bustle.

Someone said stubbornly: "Let you judge it to give you face, why are you not happy?"

Someone else mocked: "Why are you not happy? A country girl just got the title of county lord. Do you really think that a pheasant has turned into a phoenix?"

Some people sarcastically said: "A wild phoenix in the countryside can do nothing. How can people evaluate it? Just say it is good-looking or not?"

...

Chen Yunyao: I just said something, and all the contradictions have shifted.

She smiled and said, "Do you still remember why you quarreled together?"

This sentence actually made the two protagonists share the same hatred for the enemy.

"We can solve the matter between the two of us."

"That's right, we're fine now."

So you can watch your excitement.

Chen Yunyao was also speechless, fortunately, she didn't say anything to help them decide.

These twelve or thirteen-year-old girls change their faces so quickly.

She didn't want to pursue someone with a little tongue. After all, the little girl said something jealous and said something sour. Will she still take revenge on the vengeance?

They were irrelevant people, and they just said some sour words in person.

"Okay, since you have solved it yourself, I will leave. Put it on what you said and you will know in the future. Sorry words can only prove that you are jealous of me. If you have the ability, you will be called a county lord, but if you don't have the ability, you will hold it in. .” Chen Yunyao pointed to those who said the little words.

Those people immediately blushed, not sure whether they were angry or exposed to shame in person.

Chen Yunyao saw that many of them looked at her from indifferent to smiling.

She smiled and said, "Since there is no dispute, I'll invite everyone to have tea. Let's go, you go to the front hall. I'll make some pastries for everyone."

"Front hall? Can't we eat in the garden?" someone said.

Chen Yunyao said: "I have tasted a lot of snacks for you. I will be able to prepare them in the front hall."

No one talks now, they all like to eat snacks.

A group of people followed the guide guy and left.

Chen Yunyao went to the office room she left for her.

She went into the space to make snacks with the oven. In the past few days, she has also developed in the space that aura is an energy-consuming oven that can adjust the temperature and timing.

This oven function is the same as the modern oven function, making pastries very fast.

Not long after, she made a bunch of egg tarts, all kinds of small cakes, and all kinds of small biscuits.

There was no use of raw materials for bringing spirits, she was not so generous that she let these people eat it.

It took a while before she let someone come and have a snack.
Chapter completed!