Chapter 3 Nayan Moge, Famous Pen Qingyun

Chapter 3 Nayan Moge, famous pen Qingyun

Leng Xuanrong repeatedly confirmed the agreement with Yan Liang's eldest brother. After Zeng Yanliang sent her into the house, he didn't forget to tell her with a smile, "I will definitely accompany you to burn incense. Don't worry."

Another day later, Leng Xuanrong waited for her father to leave the house, and then ran to the corner of the bed and took out a flat wooden box from the gap between the two wall bricks.

When I opened the box, I saw a red brush in it.

This is the collection of my father. The father and daughter have been living away for many years, and other valuable things have been sold out, leaving only a few brushes that my father has been reluctant to take out and sell. Recently, Leng Xuanrong has not been able to receive the stitching work, and her family can't open the pot. At this time, she remembered that there was such a thing.

Two days ago, she took the brush to the pawnshop. The pawnshopkeeper only took a look and gave her the price of three silver.

Leng Xuanrong knew that even the low-grade Zihao in Jinlan Town was worth at least ten taels of silver on the market. What's more, her father's collection was the top grade Zihao in Jinlan Town, which is known as Qingyun. At the beginning, Leng Xuanrong's father took a lot of effort to buy this brush from a familiar store.

Because of this, Leng Xuanrong was not willing to do it at that time, so she brought the brush back.

The previous life was distressed for a moment, but it made the reborn Leng Xuanrong happy.

She remembers that she used this pen as three coins in the end, but now she will no longer suffer such a loss.

Yesterday, when hanging out with Brother Yan Liang, Leng Xuanrong found a very elegant store in the city specializing in selling the four treasures of the study. After asking Brother Yan Liang, Leng Xuanrong knew that this was the most famous store in Yan County. I heard that there were also a lot of valuable things sold in it. Unfortunately, Zeng Yanliang was tired of literature and was not interested in those things. Interesting, so I don't know much.

At that time, Leng Xuanrong thought of this green brush.

Leaving the old house with a brush, Leng Xuanrong came to the store exquisitely.

The four large golden characters on the forehead of the plaque in front of the door, Nayan Ink Pavilion.

Leng Xuanrong, who lived in her previous life, almost never came here. At that time, she simply thought that if she wanted to exchange her things for money, she must go to the pawnshop. But now Leng Xuanrong has other ideas.

After wandering in front of the door of the Moge in Yanyan for a while, Leng Xuanrong suddenly stepped in.

The clerk in the store had already found her. He thought she would leave after two turns, but he didn't expect that she finally came in.

As soon as she entered the door, Leng Xuanrong felt the sight of the clerk, but she looked at the goods in the store very carefully as if she had not found it at all.

Although Quyan County is only a small county town, because it is located in an important traffic road and is connected in all directions, there are many shops here and everything sold.

Leng Xuanrong's eyes glanced at a basket of rice paper, pieces of inkstone, and finally landed on the shelf with a brush.

She stepped forward and looked at the brush carefully.

At this time, the little clerk in the store came to Leng Xuanrong, looked at her, and asked coldly, "Girl, are you going to buy a brush?"

Leng Xuanrong looked back at the little guy and couldn't help frowning when he saw that he looked down on people. Leng Xuanrong in her previous life has met many such people, and she is used to such eyes.

In this life, everything should change.

Leng Xuanrong clenched his fist, suppressed the anger in his heart, shook his head at the clerk, and whispered, "Let me take a look first."

The clerk glanced at Leng Xuanrong and snorted coldly. He turned around and was about to leave, but he saw another guest coming to the door.

The young man wore ivory jade hairpin on his head, a plain robe, and a pair of snow-white cloth boots on the soles of his feet. Looking at the man's face, his eyebrows were clear, his thin lips and nose were straight, and his hands were elegant and extraordinary.

When the man saw this man entering the door, his attitude suddenly changed. He trotted forward and greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Dou, I'm waiting for you to come. Hey, my shopkeeper just came back from Wuming County yesterday and specially brought back the good blue and white pen wash of Jing Chisheng Xuan, Minghe County Official Kiln, and the ebony inkstone box carved by the master of the imperial city. It's all good things!"

Mr. Dou listened to the clerk's words, smiled lightly and whispered, "I'm sorry to bother the shopkeeper. In this case, send all these things to the study."

The little man answered happily, and then asked, "Mr. Dou, what do you need again? There are also a lot of new things in the store.

Mr. Dou nodded and waved his hand at the clerk. The clerk understood that he did not need him to follow the introduction, so he immediately hid aside and stopped talking.

Mr. Dou and the clerk had a short conversation. Leng Xuanrong saw it clearly. She was secretly happy and knew that the plan she had just came up with could probably come true.

As she wandered outside the door, she was thinking about how to sell the brush in her hand at a good price. While thinking about it, she saw that the rich scholar-like man seemed to be coming to this store. Leng Xuanrong had an idea and came in first before him.

The conversation between the two just now also showed that Mr. Dou should be a generous and knowledgeable person.

This is a God-given opportunity for Leng Xuanrong.

She took a deep breath, shouted at the man, and asked, "Man, do you have a better brush here?"

The man frowned and walked to Leng Xuanrong, looked at the row of brushes on the pen holder in front of her, and snorted coldly.

"What? Don't you like these brush girls?"

Leng Xuanrong looked at home and nodded.

The guy looked at Leng Xuanrong again and saw that there were two inconspicuous patches in the corner of the coarse cloth clothes she was wearing. At first glance, she would not have the money to buy a good brush.

The little man rolled his eyes, hugged his shoulder and said coldly, "Do we have anything good in our rock ink pavilion? But I'm afraid that I will take out good things. You can't afford it, girl.

When Leng Xuanrong heard this, she immediately said, "In that case, please take out the good things and let me have a look."

At this time, Mr. Dou, who was beside him, turned around and saw the little guy holding his head high and looking down on the girl who wanted to buy something, but the girl smiled and looked very sincere.

Mr. Dou frowned slightly, came forward and said to the little man, "Man, since this girl said she wants to see a better brush, you can take it out and show it to her."

The man saw that Mr. Dou came over and immediately put down his hands on his chest. Hearing Mr. Dou's words, the clerk hurriedly laughed and said, "Mr. Dou is right. In fact, I don't want to take it out. I'm just afraid that this girl doesn't know the goods. Let's go out and ask for the price in our store..."

After explaining a few words, the man turned around and ran back to the inner room to get the brush.

Leng Xuanrong took this opportunity to give a deep salute to Mr. Dou and whispered, "Thank you, sir."

Mr. Dou waved his hand with a smile and said in a low voice, "Since ancient times, all stores have been like this. Girls, don't take it to heart."

Leng Xuanrong was about to say something more, but he saw the little guy running back with a few black wooden boxes.

Open the box, and there are brushes in the row.

The man introduced, "These are all the best green bamboo sheep, and there are still a few wolves here, which are more expensive..."

The clerk saw that Leng Xuanrong picked up a pen and looked at it carefully and said, "This pen is made of good goat hair and sells three coins of silver."

After listening to him, Leng Xuanrong put down the pen and took another look.

Every time she picked up one, the clerk immediately said the price of the pen. She looked at five or six pens in a row, and the price was higher than the other.

"Girl, this pen is made of Xiangfei bamboo after the rain and the best northern wolf in winter. The materials are good, and the craftsmanship is also fine. This pen is already high-quality in our store, and the price is one or two pieces of silver. How about it?"

Leng Xuanrong looked at the pen carefully and showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

The little guy thought to himself, just pretend. If you can afford this pen, I will write my last name upside down.

Unexpectedly, Leng Xuanrong walked to Mr. Dou with a brush, handed over the brush with both hands, and said to him with a smile, "Mr. Dou must be a person who knows the goods. Please take a look. How about this pen?"

Mr. Dou frowned slightly when he heard the words. He is a regular customer of this store and still has some friendship with the shopkeeper here. At this time, it is really difficult for him to judge the goods in the store.

But Mr. Dou looked at the girl in front of him again. Seeing her looking forward to him and showing sincerity, he felt that it was a little difficult to refuse.

After thinking about it for a while, Mr. Dou still took over the brush.

"Girl, the price of this pen is hard to say, but the materials are indeed the same as those introduced by the buddy."

The buddy was also relieved to hear Mr. Dou's words. He stared at Leng Xuanrong fiercely and thought, how about it? Even Mr. Dou said so, but you bought it! You took out the silver!

Leng Xuanrong didn't care about the provocative face of the clerk at all. She took the brush, sighed, and then looked up and said to Mr. Dou, "Mr. Dou is really a person who knows the goods. The little girl has another question to ask her for advice."

Mr. Dou was stunned. He thought that the girl was just going to buy a brush, but now he doesn't know what medicine is sold in her gourd.

"Please speak."

Leng Xuanrong whispered, "Such an ordinary wolf can sell a tael of silver..."

When she said the first half of the sentence, the guy almost fell down.

Ordinary wolf? What a big tone!

Mr. Dou is also a little confused. He only heard Leng Xuanrong continue to say, "So, Mr. Dou, do you know how much a green cloud costs?"

As soon as the man heard the word "Qingyun" in Leng Xuanrong's mouth, he was shocked and couldn't help laughing.

Leng Xuanrong looked at the clerk inexplicably, "What are you laughing at?"

The man covered his mouth and shook his head, looking at Mr. Dou.

Mr. Dou also smiled faintly at this time. He said to Leng Xuanrong, "The so-called Qingyun refers to the top purple hair produced in Jinlan Town, and the materials are very exquisite. Only when you need a brush made by a master with more than ten years of experience can it be called Qingyun. Girl, such a brush is meetable but not sought. If you can meet it, who cares how much money you spend.

At this time, the clerk also interrupted and said, "I don't know where you heard the name, but if you want to find Qingyun in this Yanyan County, I advise you to save yourself. Not to mention Yanyan County, even the whole Wuming County, I'm afraid there are few!"

After saying this, the guy looked at Leng Xuanrong, but saw that the corners of her mouth rose and she smiled very brightly.