There is also a scholar not far from Zhang Zeduan. Although Wu Song doesn't know how to draw, the mountains and rivers painted by this man are very realistic, and he is also a master of painting at first glance.

Especially one of the spring farming pictures, whether it is an old farmer or a ox, is vividly painted, and even the old farmer's joyful expression is great.

"Scholar, did you draw this painting?" Wu Song asked.

The scholar was a little unfamiliar with words: "I drew it."

"I think it's very good, how much does it cost?" Wu Song said.

"Five hundred essays, no, three hundred essays a copy." said the scholar.

Wu Song asked Luo Ping to buy it for money, "Scholar, you can't sell paintings like this. You have to learn from Zhang Zeduan and shout there, and the price will also increase. If you want a consistent amount of money, even if I bargain, I can sell it for 800 cents."

"Oh, I can't open my mouth and shout, it's a shame for my kindness." The scholar sighed.

Wu Song asked: "I seem to be anxious to use money. What is the situation? Is there any difficulties at home?"

It would be fine if I didn't ask, but the scholar would cry as soon as he asked, "My name is Li Ze. I started studying and painting at the age of five. I have been twenty-five this year. I have been studying for twenty years. I thought I could get a good fortune and honor my ancestors, but who would have thought that the imperial examination was different from what I imagined. The stupid sons of rich families could pass the Jinshi, but I failed. I made a living by writing and selling paintings on weekdays and could only make a living. In recent years, my wife gave birth to a child, and she was just three years old. The family was poor for a day, and she had a small quarrel every three days, and she had a big quarrel every five days, saying that I was incompetent and incompetent. When I first married a pig slaughter, I was better than me. Oh, why would I tell you this?"

Wu Song smiled and said, "The rich man has a loud voice, and the poor man has a loud voice. Who hasn't experienced the hardships? If you want to, come and draw for me. My name is Wu Song, and I am the Dutou of Yanggu County. I drive the Tongda Dache Store. I will pay you a salary. The bonus and commission will be at least three or five taels of silver. How can you stand up straight in front of your wife?"

Li Ze said: "It's so good. I'm the best at painting, but when will I go to work?"

"You can go to Liyulou to find me tomorrow. When you go to work in Quancheng Tongda Dacheshang, it will be open soon. But you still need to follow the car and draw some landscapes along the way. You don't need to draw art paintings, just use maps, you may have suffered."

"It's so difficult for a man who can endure hardship, it's so difficult for a man who has no money. It's so difficult for a man who has no money. I will definitely go tomorrow." Li Ze said.

Wu Song said: "Good people do it to the end. I see that the other ten paintings are good. How about you sell all five taels of silver?"

Li Ze thanked him very much and immediately bowed and kowtowed from the bottom of his heart.

"Li Ze is willing to follow Wudu for the first time, if he regrets, he will be punished by heaven and earth." Li Ze said.

Wu Song quickly pulled him up, he had something to do.

Li Ze's paintings were sold out and left Daming Lake early. He bought a lot of roast chicken, roast goose and pig ears. He went home happily. He must throw the money on his wife's face tonight, so that she would not say that painting was useless.

Not to mention that Li Ze was going home and showing off, just saying that Wu Song saw that it was getting late, so he quickly rushed to Minghu Tower, the most famous building in Daming Lake.

Minghu Tower is different from the small clubs outside. It is a poem exchange meeting with an official background. You can’t get in without an invitation. Wu Song naturally has an invitation letter, given by Cheng Wan.

There are quite a lot of rules when entering a building. The waiter at the door stopped Wu Song and said, "Sisters are not allowed to take them in."

"These are my two brothers." Wu Song said.

"That's not OK. It's obvious that it's illiterate and insulting." said the waiter.

Wu Song wanted to get angry, but it was fine if he thought about it, so he asked Luo Ping and Mao Hai to wait outside. Wu Song entered Minghu Tower alone, and there were already many literati and poets inside, all wearing five or six people. He was shaking his head with a fan in the middle of winter.

"Erlang, we are here." Cheng Wan waved to Wu Song. Wu Song went over and pulled a chair and sat down. The hall was surrounded by people. There were one woman and two men sitting on the rostrum. The woman looked in her twenties, very beautiful and noble.

Wu Song said: "How to play this?"

"This is not a play, this is a poetry competition. It means that everyone takes the written poems and sticks them on the wall. Everyone reads aloud, comments, and finally everyone comments. If they can get the appreciation of everyone, they will get rewards." Cheng Zhi introduced.

While chatting, a owed item came suddenly and came over to Cheng Wan and said, "It turns out that Miss Cheng is here too. Let's go and sit there."

"It's Mr. Qian, we can't get over it." Cheng Wan said.

When Mr. Qian saw that Cheng Wan was not leaving, he was a little unhappy and looked at Wu Song next to Cheng Wan and said, "This is your coachman, he is really strong."

Cheng Wan said: "This is the police commander of Dong Ping's mansion, Wu Song."

"Oh, it turns out he is a constable." Mr. Qian said.

Wu Song glared at him and said coldly: "Young Master Qian is so slim and tight. It's best to carry a big burden when spring comes to go out."

Mr. Qian asked: "Why is this?"

"The wind is strong in spring, be careful to blow away you." Wu Song said.

Mr. Qian asked for something boring and left in shame.

Cheng Zhi said: "Commander Wu is careful. Mr. Qian's father is the magistrate of Quancheng. He has great power, so it is better not to offend him."

"I don't think I'll offend him, but he offends me." Wu Song said.

Soon the host announced the start of the poetry competition. The land of Qilu is indeed a gathering of talents, and talented men and beautiful women are also grasping a lot of poems. Cheng Wan'er wrote a poem Ru Meng Ling, which had a good response. Finally, Li everyone commented on two words, which was OK. Cheng Wan was so happy that she almost jumped up.

Wu Song said: "Is it worth it to be so happy to just comment on these two words?"

"Erlang didn't know that Li is called Li Qingzhao. He is the number one person in Jingdong's poetry, Zhao Xiang's daughter-in-law, and the wife of Zhao Mingcheng, the co-minister of Quancheng." Cheng Wan introduced.

Wu Song was a little confused, but he didn't expect that Li was Li Qingzhao. Speaking of which, when he was in school, he had a lot of Song lyrics in the Northern Song Dynasty, including Li Qingzhao, who was indeed a veritable talented woman.

"So that's it." Wu Song said.

"Miss Wan'er, your song "Ru Meng Ling is very good. Do you want me to find someone to frame it?" The young master Qian came over again.

Cheng Wan smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Qian, no need, let's talk about it when you return to Dongping Mansion."

"Oh, this commander beside you is quite big. I don't know if there is any work today." Mr. Qian was just a martial artist who was just a martial artist, so he came here to enjoy the game.
Chapter completed!