Liu Miantang sat in the store every day. In addition to driving away flies, he started to learn plans from the account office.

After learning some basics, I began to calculate the cost of hiring a mate by myself.

After calculating the accounts carefully, a pair of eyebrows tied a dead knot.

She felt that burning money every day but not making money is definitely not a long-term solution.

Occasionally, when a customer comes in, he always glances and walks out. Liu Miantang politely stopped several customers and asked them what they were dissatisfied with the shop.

One or two customers told the truth, saying that the porcelain in the store was not very innovative, they were all from the main road, but they sold at a higher price than other stores. So they had to go to other stores to check it out, but they had no intention of choosing to buy it from her store.

After listening to the customer's words, Liu Miantang thought about it all night, and the next day he took Li's mother out to check the supply of other shops to see if he could think of a good way to improve his business.

Most of the porcelain in the town is made from scattered kilns in the villages. The imperial products that pay tribute will not be transferred among the people at all. Even the more refined ones are exclusively for old shops, and ordinary shops cannot even enter.

Although rougher porcelain is cheap, it has very little gross profit. It takes small profits but quick turnover. Most of it is sold by peddlers carrying loads next to streets, alleys and villages, and the cost of the store cannot be evenly distributed.

Liu Miantang walked for several days, and the more he left, the less he felt. He wondered why his husband left his hometown to operate here? And he was operating porcelain with no advantages. In the long run, the store would suffer a loss. Fortunately, the internal river construction will increase the store. At that time, he would take advantage of the appreciation of the store price and rent it out to maintain his life.

Although rent and money are definitely not as good as doing business, if you are frugal, you can barely maintain your family income. But if you are raising a few servants, you may not be able to do so.

My husband is used to following the servants, but I don’t know if he can adapt. The two old ladies in the family are older. If the Cui family doesn’t need it, it may be difficult for them to find a good family to continue to receive errands...

She had just praised Li's mother for having to eat meat in the future, but turned around but wanted to send them back to their hometown. It was a bit uneasy to think about it.

As a result, she didn't give up and looked around, hoping to figure out some ways, but her legs were sore and her skirt was covered with wet mud on the dirt roads in the countryside, and she didn't come up with any perfect way.

If it really doesn't work, I can only give Li Mom and the others more pension money, so that they can't make a living in the future. But in this way, there is not much money left in my makeup box. Fortunately, the Cui family has a shop, and life can always be sustained...

After thinking about it this way, Miantang was not feeling very comfortable and did not want to spend more time, so he planned to turn back to Lingquan Town.

But before I took a few steps, I heard someone shouting from behind: "Madam, stay!"

Mian Tang looked back and saw that it was Zhao Quan, a miracle doctor who had not met for a long time.

Speaking of which, Zhao Quan is a master who is invisible to the world.

In addition to being a master of medical skills, Zhao Jiayu was also very proficient in calligraphy and painting. However, he was also uninterested in calligraphy and painting by celebrities, and he liked to be a mentor who knew people the most and a noble person who was poor scholars.

If he could find an unappreciated master of painting in the calligraphy and painting shop and be discovered by his keen eyes, he would be able to show his marquis' appreciation.

Today, in the calligraphy and painting shop in Lin County, Zhennan Hou dug out a summer lotus picture. The painting was painted by a scholar who failed to learn the title of "Henbi Jushi".

Paintings are not valuable. Even if the painting shop later installed it, it would only cost half a tael of silver for the arty gentry to buy it and decorate the bare walls of the house.

However, Zhao Quanwu felt that this seemingly inconspicuous painting was elegant and unique in color. If the painter got the chance, he would definitely be a master of calligraphy and painting.

So he came to the public to search according to the address left by the scholar.

Unexpectedly, although the scholar who painted lotus did not find it, he saw a delicate lotus in his heart and immediately spoke with interest and called Liu Miantang.

Liu Miantang now saw Zhao Quan again and was secretly alert. The official reminded her that the miracle doctor was not a gentleman and that she loved to eat her friend's nest grass the most, so she naturally avoided suspicion.

So this time, Liu Miantang no longer greeted her with a smile on her face as before. She just gave a slight tribute to her etiquette, and then said to Li's mother: "You told Dr. Zhao that we still have something to do, so we won't delay any more, so let's go."

Zhao Quan felt strange. She was clearly in front of Miss Liu, so why did she ask Mother Li to pass the message?

However, he had just recognized the talent and found a piece of uncensored jade buried in the countryside. He was naturally excited and wanted to show off his wonderful taste in front of the beauty. He didn't care about her sudden cold attitude. He quickly said, "I am here to visit a master of painting today. I am worried that no one has judged whether he has seen it. Madam is right, so please look at this painting."

As he said that, he ordered the boy Shumo who was following him to take off the scroll from the carriage and show it to Liu Miantang like a treasure.

Liu Miantang was originally uninteresting, so he just glanced at him quickly, but when his eyes fell on the painting, he stopped.

Although she practiced martial arts, she was a little bit involved because her father and brother loved antique calligraphy and painting. Although she could not speak very well about calligraphy and painting, she could still appreciate the quality of the arts.

This lotus picture uses light colors, but it can highlight the nobleness of the lotus without vines or branches. Especially the dragonfly points to the lake water at the tail, causing layers of ripples on the lake surface, which is full of fun in tranquility.

Liu Miantang looked at it for a while, then suddenly bent down and looked at the dragonfly carefully.

Seeing that she was intrigued, Zhao Quan felt very proud and said, "How is it? Isn't it very fresh and elegant? I asserted that if this person is recommended by a noble person, he will definitely be able to enter the great hall and become famous all over the world... Will the lady follow her and witness the moment when this master becomes a soulmate?"

Liu Miantang slowly stood up and said to Li’s mother beside him: “You ask the miracle doctor, where is the painter’s home? Is it far away from here?”

Li's mother knew why Liu Miantang was so alienated to the miracle doctor. She secretly sighed for the culprit of Zhennanhou, who had taken the blame, and then said it according to Liu Miantang's words.

Zhao Quan was very happy to see Liu Miantang intending to go with him and said quickly: "Not far, not far! Just in the village ahead, we walked faster and could go back to the town before sunset, which would not delay the wife's dinner... Of course, if it was too late to turn around, I knew that there was a restaurant in Linshui that was both good in the food. I could ask my wife to go there and watch the lake by the railings, and then taste the wine and food."

After hearing this, Liu Miantang frowned secretly, thinking that the miraculous doctor really had a problem with his character, otherwise how could he rashly ask his friend’s wife to have a meal?

She didn't want to get on Zhao Quan's carriage, so she turned around and got on her own donkey carriage, and slowly followed behind Zhao Quan's carriage.

Zhao Quan knew that Liu Miantang thought he was Cui Jiu's inner fellow, and a woman who was away from home must have to avoid suspicion, so it was not too strange.

But he loved the beauty of this woman even more in his heart, and he wished he could fly together and walk together, search for good paintings, and live a life of a fairy couple.

After walking along the wild paths in the fields, I didn't walk far away, I saw the defeated thatched house.

It is said that this scholar lives here.

After Zhao Quan got off the carriage, he ordered the servant to knock on the wooden door to find the master.

But before the servant knocked on the door, the owner of the woodshed had already appeared.

The scholar was wearing a shabby long gown with no visible color. He looked almost in his forties, his beard was messy, his hair on his temples was slightly white, and he was hoeing the ground in the yard with his clothes trembling. The seedlings in the ground had just sprouted in the spring breeze, shaking constantly.

After hearing someone called the door, the scholar half raised his eyes, glanced at the outsiders, and continued to dig the ground silently.

For such geniuses, Bole and Zhao Quan were not surprised, so he called out outside the door politely: "Are you the Hung Bi Jushi from Mozhai, Lin County?"

After hearing his question, the old scholar who was digging the ground had just rolled up his eyelids and responded.

Seeing that Zhao Quan had found the right person, he quickly expressed his intention, saying that he came to visit him in person because he admired his master's masterpiece.

After hearing what he said, the scholar looked him up and down before putting down his hoe to open the wooden door.

It can be seen that this gentleman, who is known as "Hate Pen", is not living a wealthy life. He really does not have decent tables and chairs to entertain guests. He simply lays a mat in the flat area of ​​the yard for visitors to sit cross-legged.

As a woman, Miantang naturally had no time to sit with them, so she took Mother Li and stood there silently.

As for the tea, the scholar did not receive it. It was Zhao Quan's servant who looked at the mat in space. He was afraid that his master would be hungry, so he brought the cake box he brought and placed it on it, and then used the charcoal stove on the carriage to cook tea.

The old scholar was not polite, and shook his mouth away and ate most of the cakes in the food box. It seemed that the three meals were not quantitative.

After eating half full, the scholar's face also relaxed a lot, but he could comment with Zhao Quan in a friendly manner.

However, when Zhao Quan unfolded the lotus picture and told his eyes on the painting with a romance, the scholar's expression became more and more lost.

After Zhao Quan finished speaking, he pondered for a while and said, "Thank you for your appreciation, but you are not a person who knows painting. It's getting late, so please move back!"

Zhao Quan was in a hurry, but who would have thought that he would be thrown cold water on the head by this lay Buddhist Heibi, which was really disappointing.

If he was usually the old scholar, he would just be a rude scholar. But today he was scolded by a layman in front of the beauty, and he really had no face. The prince's temper suddenly became angry and stared at him and said, "What's wrong with me? Please correct me, why are you stupid and said you don't understand calligraphy and painting?"

At this moment, Liu Miantang, who had been standing silently on the side after entering the yard, suddenly spoke, "Sir, the little girl has some insights into this painting. I wonder if he would like to listen to it?"

I hated that the scholar of Bi was used to being aloof and did not take a look at Lise, which everyone admired. It was not until Miantang spoke that he shook the cakes on his clothes and said, "I'll tell you quickly, my wife, I'll go chop wood and cook later."

Liu Miantang walked to the painting, stretched out his fingers and pointed at the dragonfly and said, "I seemed to see a beautiful figure in the eyes of the dragonfly... It was a woman who was enjoying the lotus at the bridge, and the beautiful figure happened to be reflected in the eyes of the dragonfly."

As soon as she said this, Zhao Quan was stunned and stared at the painting, and suddenly called the servant to bring the Yin-Yang Glasses that were paid to the vassal state for tribute.

The Yin-Yang Mirror is a royal gift from the palace. It can enlarge the font and is suitable for dizzy old people. Although Zhao Quan is young, he can also use it when carving seals occasionally, so he has always placed it in a box on a carriage for free use.

Now that he heard Liu Miantang's words, he quickly took the Yin-Yang Glass from the servant's hand and looked at the dragonfly's eyes - isn't it! In the eyes of insects as big as soybeans, there was a small weeping willow bridge, and the beauty holding an umbrella was graceful and graceful!

The author has something to say: Miracle Doctor: Why do beauty don’t even look at me???

Woooo, Cui Jiu, come out, I won’t hit you!!!

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