The rain stopped.

The night shrouds Kaifeng City.

It was another bustling night.

On Maxing Street, people came and went, and Panlou Street Market was crowded with people... And the Wujia Huazhai, located on the intersection of the two streets, was still closed. However, the windows on the second floor of Huazhai were open, and dim candlelight shot out from the house.

Wu Haogu stood in the house, facing the newly completed painting "Sang Family Tile Picture", with a satisfied smile on his face.

This super realistic fine brushwork painting is his most outstanding work in his past and present life! After the two generations of painting skills are combined, it seems that one plus one is greater than two. "The Sang Family Wazi Tu" not to mention that in the current Northern Song Dynasty, even if it is obtained in later generations, it can be regarded as the best among hyperrealistic paintings.

If this painting can be spread to New China, it will definitely be a national treasure that will be placed in the Palace Museum!

If you take Sotheby's, you will probably be able to get a sky-high price of more than 200 million yuan!

When Wu Haogu thought of his about to surprise the Bianliang painting world and the history of famous paintings, he couldn't help but smile.

If he could really use his painting skills to attract Wang Shen or even Zhao Ji, how could the current embarrassment of the Wu family be considered? Maybe he could still get the opportunity to be rich and powerful in the Northern Song Dynasty...

Just when Wu Haogu was a little imaginative, a shout suddenly came from the bottom of the building.

"Wu Dalang hasn't rested yet?"

Wu Haogu heard the sound a little familiar, and quickly poked his head out to look around. He saw that Gao Qiu, a minor official from Wang Fuma's Mansion, stood outside the Huazhai Gate downstairs.

"Oh, it's a tall official, Xiao Di is here to open the door for you."

Wu Dalang quickly jogged all the way, opened the store door for Gao Qiu, and invited him in.

"Why don't the market open?" Gao Qiu walked into the dark store and asked with a frown.

"I just took a break from my busy schedule, but I didn't have any business anyway.

By the way, the meticulous building that I promised the day before yesterday has been painted, but it has not been framed yet. If the high-ranking official comes tomorrow, it will be ready."

"It's okay, it's okay." Gao Qiu laughed, "The prince-consort's mansion has a framed craftsman, so it's not a big man to do it. This is..."

Gao Qiu was only halfway through his words, but he stopped. It turned out that he had followed Wu Dalang to the second floor, and under the dim candle, he saw the newly completed "Sang Family Tile Picture".

Gao Qiu stood there.

I was shocked by the painting in front of me that seemed to have the scenery of the Sang family tile in my painting with magic.

He has followed figures like Su Shi and Wang Shi, and has seen countless calligraphy, painting, and literature, and has developed eyesight long ago. Although he is not as good as the official teeth on Panlou Street, he can still tell whether calligraphy and painting are good or not at a glance.

The painting in front of him can no longer be described as good in Gao Qiu's opinion, but a treasure comparable to the original works of Zhan Ziqian, the ancestor of Tang paintings, and Wu Daozi, the saint in the painting.

Because this painting has truly become lifelike and reaches the extreme of reality, it is almost the same as the real scenery, and Gao Qiu still doesn't know how Wu Haogu used to draw it?

Although Gao Qiu is not able to draw very much, his understanding of various brushwork techniques is definitely not inferior to that of ordinary painters. However, there is no brushwork technique that Gao Qiu knows to draw the masterpiece in front of him!

So this painting is a real treasure, enough to make a crazy treasure like the noble man who loves painting like Wang Shi.

Its value to Wang Sheng and others is definitely not inferior to Wu Daozi's original works...

"Dalang, my family only brought one Yinying today, I'm afraid I can't buy your masterpiece..."

Gao Qiu finally spoke.

But before he could finish speaking, Wu Dalang interrupted him.

"Great official, Xiaodi cannot accept your money. If there was no official who was rescued by righteousness the day before yesterday, Xiaodi's Huazhai would probably be taken away by Zhao Tieniu's rambling."

Gao Qiu showed a hint of surprise. Looking at Wu Haogu, he suddenly didn't know what to say. Speaking of which, he was not very different from the one named Zhao, but one was just a sing-bold and the other was a sing-bold. Wu Haogu most of the time also knew the details. After all, his family was a veteran calligraphy and painting businessman who had been in the Kaifeng calligraphy and painting market for three generations.

But even though he knew why he came, Wu Haogu still presented a painting that could be regarded as a treasure, and he did not collect any penny.

As long as Gao Qiu presented this painting to Prince Wang, a great contribution would be indispensable. Prince Wang was not a petty person, and there would inevitably be benefits in the future...

And this benefit comes from Wu Haogu!

Thinking of this, Gao Qiu bowed, "Dalang, don't call me Shidi official again, but call me brother. I didn't hide anything about the previous incident. I did it on orders, and it was not considered kindness. However, I took this picture of you, and I gave it to Prince Consort.

Wang Fuma is a person who loves painting and will definitely look down on Dalang's ability.

If you don’t dare to protect anything else, Dalang’s conscience will definitely be able to protect your concubine. If you find an opportunity, you may be able to protect your painting title.”

Wang Fuma is a relative and a master of calligraphy and painting. As usual, he can recommend the Hanlin Academy of Painting and Art Studies. However, Gao Qiu only mentioned the "painting title" and not the Painting Academy, which is actually implying that Wu Dalang cannot enter the Painting Academy.

In addition, the status of painting titles is slightly higher than that of the Academy of Painting. Because the Academy of Painting is the "official officer" of the Academy of Painting, he adheres to the restraint of the nobles in the Academy of Painting. However, the Academy of Painting is a free painter protected by the palace and only needs to enter the palace to paint when the emperor and the queen mother need it.

Moreover, the emperor usually holds the title of painting. The painter valued by the empress dowager is much easier to get an official than the Hanlin Attendant. When the post office (transferred officials) is referred to the official, you have to slowly get a seniority.

According to the tenth year of Tianxi of Emperor Zhenzong of Song Dynasty, the Imperial Academy (Picture Academy) Hanlin Attendant, calligraphy art (artistic learning), and others who have been in office for more than ten years and have no mistakes will be held.

In other words, if Wu Haogu enters the Academy of Painting, skips the level of the student, and directly becomes a waiter, or acquaintance, he will have to wait for at least ten years before he can get a chance to start a job. If he is caught by a middle-level official in the Academy of Painting during this period, then he will not know how long it will be to have an official position.

But if you are appointed as an imperial decree, you can be an official immediately if you please the emperor and the queen mother, or if you have a recommendation from your relatives...

"Thank you for your support, brother."

Wu Haogu looked calm, neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed to Gao Qiu: "Hagu is planning to practice Confucianism hard, and will move to Dailou Academy in the south of the city tomorrow and no longer engage in Panlou Street."

Gao Qiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Wu Haogu.

Wu Haogu was also looking at him, with a faint smile on his face.

"Yes, it's better to study. Not to mention the high school Jinshi, even if you can enter the Imperial Academy, you will have a bright future."

The official family of the Song Dynasty valued scholars the most, and the future of the Jinshi was bright. With his age, appearance and family wealth, if he could pass the Jinshi, he would inevitably have the good things of catching a son-in-law below the list. At that time, he would either be a good son-in-law or a marriage with a high-ranking official. Who else could move his family?

However, Wu Haogu did not have the ability to pass the Jinshi, and he did not really want to move to Dailou Academy to live. He actually wanted to live in Daxiangguo Temple.

The reason why I said this is not only because of the scholar's poems, but also because he did not want Wang Shu to send someone to Daxiangguo Temple to stare, which would be inconvenient to fake paintings.

Wu Haogu smiled and bowed, "Then let me borrow my brother's auspicious words. Haogu will be studying hard from tomorrow."

Gao Qiu laughed loudly, stroked his hands and said to Wu Haogu: "Then brother will wait for Dalang, you high school. If you dare to go to the academy to find something, just go to the prince-consort's mansion to find you, Brother Gao Qiu, I will be."

...

The next morning, it started raining again.

Wu Dalang did not open a store, but packed all the valuable calligraphy and paintings in the store, hired a donkey cart, and returned to his home in Tianshui Lane. Wu Haowen was not there, and only saw Feng Erniang and Grandma Wang. Both women were not idle, but were busy in and out of the kitchen, preparing meals for Wu Cheng, who was still taken to Kaifeng Prefecture prison.

"Little lady."

Wu Haogu stood outside the kitchen door and called out.

Feng Erniang was making pancakes with Grandma Wang. When she heard Wu Haogu's voice, she was stunned. She quickly turned around and showed a surprised expression.

"Why is Dalang coming back at this time?"

"I want to escort the Huazhai Book, so I took the good things in Huazhai home first."

"Um?"

Wu Haogu sighed, walked into the kitchen, and whispered: "There are two birds, Diezhao and Zhao Tieniu, who are both monsters, Huazhai has no basic income. I have been thinking these days that I can only ban Huazhai to raise money first."

Feng Erniang nodded slightly, and then said with some concern: "It's better to have a Huazhai pledge, but how much is the Huazhai worth? Now we owe 18,000 knots in the palace and 7,200 knots from the Wanjia Shop."

That is, I will go out the house in Tianshuixiang..."

Speaking of Yaodianzhaizi, Feng Erniang's eyes turned red, and two lines of tears rolled down like broken pearls, which made people feel pity for looking at them.

Wu Haogu waved his hand quickly, "Don't worry, little mom, you don't have to go out of the house, and you don't have to take out the "Picture of the Heavenly Girl Scattering Flowers" by my father-in-law (referring to Wu Zongyuan).

Although Wu Chengzhi was only in his forties, he had already arranged his funeral afterwards. Huazhai, most of the collections and calligraphy and painting official yarn cards were inherited by his eldest son Wu Haogu. The calligraphy and painting official yarn cards were deposited with a large deposit in Kaifeng Prefecture, so they can be inherited or transferred.

The house in Tianshuixiang and a genuine work of Wu Zongyuan, "The Picture of the Heavenly Girl Scattering Flowers" belong to Wu Haowen.

In addition, if Wu Chengzhi passed away before Wu Haowen became an official, Wu Haogu would have to support Feng Erniang and bear the expenses of his younger brother's study and study life. For a big businessman holding a calligraphy and painting official tooth card and having his own shop on Panlou Street, this expense is really not very low...

Feng Erniang asked while wiping her tears: "If you don't take out the house and the "Goddess Flowers Picture", where will you raise money?"

"The son has his own way," Wu Haogu looked at his stepmother with some sympathy. "The store is given to the Pan family's gold and silver shop, and it can always be worth ten thousand yuan, and the official tooth card is worth several thousand yuan. If you redeem the "Protector's God Picture" bought for Wanjia Shop, you can sell another eight or nine thousand yuan... This is almost the same."

"That's good." Feng Erniang frowned tightly, "If the paper "Protector's Good God Picture" is brought back, I have a way to take it. Nine thousand may not be able to sell it, and eight thousand is still sure."
Chapter completed!