Yan Wei heard a story in later generations that said that two Tang people started their business from scratch, and they would concentrate limited resources on one person until they became rich. The people who became rich first also gave their best to help the other one, and they would not end when the other party became as rich as they did.

When he sighed about the integrity of the ancients, he was also angry with the people of later generations who were not as good as ever, but why did he have such an experience? Is that story just a bowl of toxic chicken soup mixed?

Yan Wei was both annoyed and angry. He was so funny by a brothel's mother in a brothel, asking Senior Time Travel to see him!

Yuchi Ming tilted his head and asked, "Is this really what you painted? I haven't seen you reveal it before!"

"This is not what I painted. This must be a fake that Li Niang asked someone to imitate. What I painted is a bit better than this."

Yuchi Ming shook his head and said, "I don't believe it! If you had this ability, why would you spend money in vain in the past?"

Yan Wei took the picture scroll he carried with him, "I'll talk about it when you've seen this!"

When the "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" was spread out on the table, Yuchi Ming's gaze never looked away. He covered his crotch with his sleeves, and spitted from time to time, muttering softly in his mouth, "...57,58,59..."

"What are Brother Yuchi's counting!"

Yuchi Ming smiled obscenely, "I'm counting whether there are any hundred birds, hehe..."

"Haha..." Yan Wei laughed and patted Yuchi Ming's shoulder and said, "Brother Yuchi is worthy of being a middle-level player, and you can see the true meaning of it at a glance."

"Of course, my name as the little overlord of Pingkangfang was not for free." Yuchi Ming said seriously: "Brother Yan, you can't just swallow this tone!"

Yan Wei slapped the case with hatred, "Li Niang told me before that she should follow the rules of doing business. Who would have thought that she would sell me if she turned around. It was too unethical."

"You are so scrupulous that you are so stupid that you can talk to a madam. We will go and burn Fenglailou tomorrow!"

"Don't! Water and fire are ruthless. Once it is burned, it is difficult to control. The Jade Chicken House is close to the palace. If smoke and dust float into the palace, you and I will probably lose your head."

"You can't just swallow this tone. I'm so nervous for you!"

Yan Wei smiled sinisterly, "It's because they don't talk about morality first, so don't blame me for getting enough benefits before completely destroying this business."

The willows are swaying and spring is full of spring. A pair of swallows rested on the willow trees outside the city, then waved their wings and flew over the city wall, relying on the stubborn memories in their minds to search for the nest that they had used for many years.

Suddenly they swooped down and plunged into a dilapidated house in the southeast corner of Luoyang. They stood on the beam and chirped at the intact nest, as if they were saying happily: "Home is still there, home is still there..."

Lao Ding raised his head and looked at the two beautiful domestic swallows, grinned and said, "I'm back! Another year is here!" Soon he stopped his smile and began to worry about his difficult livelihood.

As a craftsman who will be registered in the supervisory and the Ministry of Works, Lao Ding is not without ability. He is best at carving dragons and phoenixes. When he was young, he participated in the construction of the Daming Palace and later repaired the Luoyang Palace. Mingtang and Heaven also have his masterpieces.

However, after rebuilding the Mingtang, he no longer had any work. After organizing his children's marriage, he spent all his savings and could only live on dozens of kilograms of rice per month.

Now that my wife is sick, she has recovered from taking a pair of medicine, but she has no money to buy one more, so she can only lie on the bed with illness. Listening to the heavy breathing sound from behind the worn-out curtain, Lao Ding was very anxious.

After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind. He stepped on the desk and touched the low beam of the room with both hands, took a dusty cloth bag from above, and opened it and saw that there were more than ten tools inside, which were the guys he was having food.

"It should be worth a pair of medicine!" He put the cloth under his armpit and left the house. As soon as he went out, he saw three people coming from outside the chest-length wall. Not only were they dressed well, but they were also holding horses in their hands, but they were obviously wealthy.

The strong man like an iron tower asked loudly through the wall: "Is this my father-in-law Ding Laowai's home?"

Lao Ding replied: "The old man is Ding Lao Wai. What's the matter with the men looking for the old man?"

Before he could finish his words, Yuchi Ming kicked over the worn-out wooden door and saw the old man hiding back into the house in panic, "Why are you running away? I won't eat anyone!"

"It's scary enough to just look at it. It's strange if you kick someone's yard door if you come up, it's strange if you're not afraid!"

Yan Wei stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Don't be afraid, my father-in-law, we have something important to ask for advice when we come to visit, so I'll ask my father-in-law to open the door."

A gap was opened when the door opened, and Ding Laowai asked with a bitter face: "The old man is a craftsman. What can you do to find me if you have anything to do!"

Yan Wei smiled and said, "Actually, I just want to ask my father-in-law to carve something."

Ding Laowai immediately opened the door halfway, invited Yan Wei and others into the room, put a few black pottery bowls and took a broken jar and poured water.

Yan Wei said: "Don't be busy with your father, let's sit down and talk about the serious business."

"Just stand... Well, the old man has something to say or not."

"The father-in-law just said something."

"The old man is a registered craftsman in the government. He can only carve some dragon and phoenix patterns. Because these things are not available to ordinary families, the government does not allow the old man to take jobs privately. If the husband wants to carve dragon and phoenix patterns, please ask another one."

Yuchi Ming sneered, "Your father-in-law has a problem with speaking. He said that he only knows how to carve dragon and phoenix patterns. If we want to carve dragon and phoenix patterns, you don't allow it. Isn't this a contradiction?"

Ding Laowai said embarrassedly: "The old man can also carve some other things, but he is not familiar enough."

"Don't worry, the one we asked you to carve is much simpler than the dragon and phoenix pattern!" Yan Wei took out a piece of paper from his arms, "Look at this picture, I want a carved carving!"

"In the past, the old man carved the palace in Yang carvings, so the emperor could not use Yin carvings!" Hearing that he was not asking himself to carve the dragon and phoenix patterns, Ding Laowai's old face immediately smiled. He reached out to finish the paper handed over by Yan Wei. He only glanced at the smile and froze. He covered his eyes and said, "It's a shame! It's a shame! My husband, take this painting away! Take it away!"

Yan Wei smiled bitterly and took the piece of paper. It seemed that the customs of the people at this time were not as open as he imagined. All he knew was the filth of the upper class, and ordinary people were still very conservative.

Yuchi Ming snorted coldly and said, "You old man are a stern person. I have asked the official, you have a family. If you have never done anything about the paintings, what is the reason for you to do but you can't see what you can do!"

"Old man... that's different! Although the old man is just a craftsman, he is a innocent family. If others know that the old man has carved such a painting, he will not have to go out in the future, and his children and grandchildren will be gossiped about."

Yan Wei frowned and asked, "Don't you really want to cook it? Buer, give him some hard dishes!"

When Zhang Buer heard this, he immediately grabbed the old man's collar and raised his fist and threatened: "Are you not doing it? If you dare to say a word, you will knock out all your teeth!"

"Buer, who told you to hit someone? I asked you to get the money!"

"Oh!" Zhang Buer threw the old man down and went to the horse's back outside the door to take a purse, pouring all the copper coins inside onto the small table.

Looking at the pile of copper coins like a hill, Ding Laowai's two turbid old eyes seemed to be shining. Yan Wei tempted: "Carn a painting of Yiguan for me. I have a total of 100 paintings here, which means a hundred coins!"

Ding Laowai stood up and said strongly: "Don't you say it earlier. It's okay to let me run around the street market with a hundred coins without a single chunk of money!"
Chapter completed!