However, the more he shouted, the faster the crowd dispersed.

Even if he didn't leave, he took a few big steps, fearing that he would be forced to buy and sell.

Wu Daozi couldn't help feeling a little disappointed and a little annoyed, but his stomach was rumbling and he hadn't eaten since the morning. People were iron and food were steel. No matter how strong people were, they could not withstand hunger.

After shouting, Wu Daozi couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

But when I turned around, I saw the smiling sunny thing.

He was originally behind the crowd, but now he has become the front because everyone has retreated one after another.

Wu Daozi seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw, came forward, bowed his hand, and said with a smile: "Young Master, seeing that your heaven is full and your land is wide and round, you must be a rich and noble person." This was a bit unexpected. I didn't expect that Wu Daozi was still such an eloquent person.

He smiled slightly and stopped Wu Daozi and continued.

"You are wrong. I am not a rich man, but just a commoner," he said, pointing to the mutton soup stall behind him.

"If Mr. Wu doesn't dislike him, let's sit down and chat slowly, and you can see what you want."

Seeing the steaming mutton soup, Wu Daozi swallowed hard.

All of this did not escape the Shen Buyi's eyes.

Yes, it’s time to sell paintings. I guess I’m really tight in my hands. A bowl of mutton soup is a luxury for Wu Daozi now.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly.

"I bought your Sakyamuni preaching picture."

Then, he pretended to be difficult and said, "But I only have this little money."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of silver from his pocket.

"If you think it's too little, I'll take care of you with another meal of mutton soup. What do you think?"

Seeing this piece of broken silver, Wu Daozi couldn't help but shine a little.

It’s sold for money, it’s really sold for money, and it’s silver, it’s silver.

What's more, add another bowl of hot mutton soup.

Wu Daozi hurriedly agreed, carefully put away the Sakyamuni preaching picture and handed it to Chen Buyi's hand.

Chen Buyi took the painting and continued, "Don't worry, I'll take the other two, but I don't have any money on my body, so you have to go to my house to pick it up."

After saying that, he turned around and shouted to Jiang Pu: "Shopkeeper, two bowls of mutton soup."

Seeing Wu Daozi's voracious look, Chen Buyi felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

This is a person who was later revered as the saint of painting. Mr. Tao Yuanming once said ruthlessly that he would not bow his waist for five dou of rice.

But, has he really lacked rice?

It seems that there is no.

But Wu Daozi, who are really short of rice, is not as important as dignity and face at this time.

Even Wu Daozi is like this, but ordinary people are afraid that their greatest wish is to survive.

After a large bowl of mutton soup, Wu Daozi finally put down the bowls and chopsticks, "I haven't asked the grand name of Gongzi Zun yet."

Chen Buyi smiled slightly.

"My surname is Chen, but my name is not Yi."

Wu Daozi was very polite and stood up again and gave Chen Buyi a gift.

"Mr. Chen, I'm full, I'll help you send the painting home."

He was impatient, and Chen Buyi smiled secretly in his heart.

Maybe I am worried that I will regret it.

"Okay, since you're full, let's go."

Chen Buyi stood up, nodded at Jiang Pu, and said loudly, "Remember the account first, and check the bill another day."

Jiang Pu naturally cooperated very well and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, Mr. Chen, I've recorded it."

While walking home, Chen Buyi talked to Wu Daozi and probably learned some of the general situation of this painting saint.

It is similar to the historical records. It is poor in the family and painting in Luoyang is mainly for the sake of making a living.

Now that Luoyang's creation has come to an end, I wanted to come to Chang'an City to try my luck, but I didn't expect that all the money was stolen by the thief.

All that was left for him was these three paintings.

For the sake of making a living, I had to come out and sell paintings.

Chen Buyi felt another sigh in his heart.

He put away the smile on his face and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Wu, I don't know what you have for the future?"

"future?"

Wu Daozi's expression was a little dim.

"I just want to return to Luoyang as soon as possible, where there is still a thatched cottage that can shelter the wind and rain."

Chen Buyi shook his head gently.

This Wu Daozi will be someone who will come to the palace to paint for the emperor in the future.

If you meet me, how can you let it go easily?

"Mr. Wu, I have an idea."

Chen Buyi suddenly had an idea.

I want to keep Wu Daozi and paint for myself.

Waiting for the opportunity, I recommend it to Emperor Xuanzong.

"Young Master Chen, you just said it's okay."

Wu Daozi said to Chen Buyi very seriously. It can be seen that he was still very grateful to Chen Buyi.

Chen Buyi looked at him and said seriously, "Mr. Wu, I am working in a restaurant. The shopkeeper happened to ask me to find someone to make some paintings on the wall. I wonder if you are willing to stay and help me."

This is the aspect of Chen Buyi's high emotional intelligence. He obviously wanted to help Wu Daozi, but he said he wanted Wu Daozi to stay and help him.

Wu Daozi believed it and slapped his chest and said, "Young Master Chen, please rest assured. I have practiced painting on the wall at Longmen in Luoyang. If you can't believe me, I will first draw a few pictures, and I won't take any money."

Chen Buyi smiled, and he was very happy.

After all, he is still a literati, but he still has a bit of a literary temperament.

"Okay, then, Mr. Wu, let's make up that way. I'll take you to the restaurant later, and you'll eat and live there. Take the time to paint for me. After the painting, the wages will be settled at one dollar. What do you think?"

Wu Daozi rubbed his hands, "There is no hurry to pay, but when I make paintings, I may have forgotten the time. I would like to ask Mr. Chen to worry about food and drink."

clever.

clever.

Chen Buyi secretly praised Wu Daozi in his heart, saying that his emotional intelligence is good.

I don’t talk about wages with myself, but only food and accommodation, and I will solve the problem in front of me first.

So, the two people who were halfway through the road turned back and headed towards Hepingfang.

When Wang Zheng saw Chen Buyi, he was about to speak, but was stopped by a look.

"Wang Zheng, this young master Wu is good at painting. Didn't our shopkeeper say that we should draw something on the wall of the restaurant?

Take Mr. Wu and ask him to draw a picture."

After hearing Chen Buyi's words, Wang Zheng was stunned for a while.

Soon, he figured out what Chen Buyi meant and said, "Yes, Mr. Chen."

Seeing that Wang Zheng understood what he meant, Chen Buyi continued: "Arrang a place for Mr. Wu and take care of three meals a day."

After settled down Wu Daozi, Chen Buyi walked home slowly.
Chapter completed!