Chapter 181: Is this dating?

Huayue Ling took a shower and left the criminal department refreshingly. She went to the market alone to hang out. Sure enough, she saw a lot of poor scholars selling paintings, and she sold them one by one. (((Catino Novel Network EbookFREE.me ))) Please search for (�ahref = \ "/ cdn-cgi / l / email-protection \" class = \ "__ cf_email __ \" data-cfemail = \ "0c724c \"> [emailprotected] Book ¥ Net) See the most! Newest Fastest Novel
"Miss, look at this picture, it must look good in the lady's room, and the penny money is all right." A handsome young man with a blushing face promoted.
"Oh? Sanwen money?" Huayue Ling stopped and looked carefully at the stunning peony picture with good painting skills. I felt that Sanwen money was too cheap. Then look at the words written by this guy. It was full, as if sales were poor.
"Yes, just for the money, the lady wanted to give birth and hurriedly.
"I'll take a look again." Huayue Ling didn't come to buy calligraphy.
The boy looked pale and sat on the pile of calligraphy at his feet.
"Primary three, don't worry, someone will look at your painting. Your painting is already the cheapest here. It is good and cheap. It will be sold. Is it your mother's disease?" Uncle cared.
"My mother's illness is getting worse, but I don't have the money to buy her medicine." The boy lowered his head and touched his tears.
Hua Yueling's footsteps paused slightly, but without turning back, she was not a sympathetic person.
"Girl, do you buy paintings? Five pennies each." The scholar on the other side greeted Huayue Ling in front of the booth.
"Paintings, paintings, paintings and paintings!" The young scholar suddenly stood up and called out.
"Primary three, you are crazy, you do n’t have enough money to buy pen and ink!" The uncle who sold the wood was startled by him.
"Uncle, there is nothing I can do, I can't look at my mother so hard." Xiao San's eyes narrowed redly.
"Wang Xiaosan! Do you understand the rules! Everyone has to eat, right?"
"One penny per pen, really fake!" A woman immediately gathered in front of Wang Xiaosan's painting and calligraphy booth.
"Really, really." Wang Xiaosan couldn't bother his peers, with a smile on his face, selling with his calligraphy and painting, "Madam, if you lose money, you can just choose a penny."
Hua Yueling saw that several of her colleagues were ironed, and nodded to each other and came out of the stall.
"I want these three, three pennies!" A lady gave me the money.
"Thank you, madam, thank you." Wang Xiaosan thanked infinitely.
"Your painting is good and cheap, next time Mother will come again." The mother left with joy, Wang Xiaosan showed some bitter smiles.
The uncle next to him saw all the other sellers selling paintings with a look of fierceness, and hurriedly faced the busy Xiaosan: "Small three, take a look."
Wang Xiaosan looked up, and suddenly said anxiously: "My colleagues, my mother is not ill, and Xiao San has no choice but to do so. I hope everyone will be considerate of Xiao San."
"Well, your mother is not ill, so we don't need to eat?" A scholar said fiercely, "If you want to sell at a lower price, we will tear all your calligraphy and painting!"
"Ah!" Wang Xiaosan smiled bitterly.
"I said you were a bit unreasonable. The calligraphy and painting belong to him. He sells as many as he likes. The difficult paintings can also be sold at a high price. Xiaosan's mother is waiting for Xiaosan to buy medicine to cure the disease. You have no sympathy. Mind? "The uncle who sold firewood helped.
"Today and tomorrow, I will start selling three pennies. I am really sorry for you." Wang Xiaosan bowed his head with his fist.
"Damn! You can sympathize with pretending to be pitiful? Your calligraphy and painting are sold out at a low price. Who will buy us!" Someone shouted.
Hua Yueling looked at this farce and was a little speechless.
"How come, Uncle Miao's paintings are so fragrant. Many people bought them on May 2nd." Wang Xiaosan pointed out not far from Huayue Ling.
Hua Yueling turned her head and saw a middle-aged man in a commoner's clothing, wearing a blue kerchief, a Chinese-style face, and sitting calmly looking to the side.
"Everyone has old guests, we don't!" Someone said.
"Only one day, the brothers can do well, it is a last resort, at most three days from tomorrow, three days will not come to set up a stall." Wang Xiaosan sincerely apologized, while doing business, there are seven pennies in his hand, watching The beloved calligraphy and painting were sold at a loss, and his face was distressed and helpless.
"I bought it all!" Huayue Ling walked coldly in front of Wang Xiaosan, and at the same time reached out and took out some silver for him.
"Ah, girl, the little boy couldn't find the change." Wang Xiaosan looked at Huayue Ling with a surprise, and finally stared at Wuliang's distress.
"No need to find it, just clean it up and follow me!" Hua Yueling said looking at his surprised face.
Wang Xiaosan was really scared by Huayue Ling, but immediately nodded and said, "Okay, thank you girl." I thought this girl was really beautiful and kind.
Others saw that Hua Yueling bought Wang Xiaosan's calligraphy and paintings with anger and jealousy, but fortunately, they were all literati, and he returned to his stall after a few curses, anyway, Wang Xiaosan would not come to fight again.
Wang Xiaosan quickly packed his things, put a bamboo fistula on his back, hugged a large roll with both hands, and looked at Huayue Ling with a smile: "Miss can."
"Let's go!" When Huayue Ling said this, he looked at Uncle Miao over there and found that the man was very calm and looked over here with a smile.
Huayue Ling walked in front of him, and Wang Xiaosan followed her behind him. The five or two pieces of silver in his arms warmed his heart.
"Your name is Wang Xiaosan?" Hua Yueling asked after making a turn.
"Yes, yes." Wang Xiaosan stuttered.
"Where does your family live? Who else is there?" Huayue Ling looked like an account.
Wang Xiaosan froze and looked at Huayue Ling, but still replied: "The little one lives in Qiushui Hutong. There is a sister and mother at home."
Hua Yueling nodded and understood his suffering.
"You write a good hand, and you can draw. Why not find a secure job? Where is your father?"
Wang Xiaosan lowered his head uncomfortably and said, "I didn't want to find it, but I couldn't find it. My father was so annoyed for this. He went to the master who knocked on the door for me. As a result, the master received the money but did not honor it. Say my dad didn't give him any money ... "
Hua Yueling didn't listen and knew what happened.
"My dad couldn't afford the illness when he came back, and then he gave up and returned, and my mother was sick in grief ..." Wang Xiaosan lowered his head and wiped his tears.
"How about I introduce you to an errand?" Huayue Ling smiled.
Wang Xiaosan raised his head in fright and looked at Hua Yueling in surprise.
"Do you know who I am?" Hua Yueling looked a little funny at him.
Wang Xiaosan looked at Hua Yueling's beautiful little face, his face turned red, and shook his head.
"Oh, my name is Huayue Ling." Huayue Ling believes that there are many people who don't know her in this capital, but few who know her name should be.
"Flower, Huayue Ling? You, are you the three princesses?" Sure enough, Wang Xiaosan's face turned white again.
"Am I so scary? Let's go, I'll take you to the Criminal Department, where I can give you an errand, but you have to make sure to do it well, can't you lose my face of Huayue Ling?" Huayue Ling is serious stand up.
Wang Xiaosan was surprised, and immediately knelt in front of Huayue Ling with excitement: "Thank you Miss, thank you Miss, the young must do things well, and don't embarrass the Miss." After speaking, it was already tearful, this was to him It means he can earn the whole home.
"Okay, get up, talk as you go." Hua Yueling personally bent down to help him, and even excited Wang Xiaosan. Hua Yueling's deeds have been widely circulated in Beijing, both good and bad, but At this moment, Wang Xiaosan felt that Huayue Ling was like a salvation fairy.
"Thank you, Miss." Wang Xiaosan thanked him again.
"Primary three, you will see a person when you knock down the door. This person often goes to your market to buy paintings. I want you to help me identify with whom he always buys paintings, is it done?" Huayue Ling looked sideways he.
"Success! Miss, rest assured, I have a very good memory. Those who bought paintings, I remember, and those who bought other people's paintings."
"That's good, but you can't let him know about this, lest it is not good for you. You also know that the Ministry of Criminal Affairs is very departmental, can't you understand something?" Huayue Ling cared.
"Well, I understand, Miss Don't worry." Wang Xiaosan was a little confused, but the joy at this moment completely prevailed.
Back at Yamen, Huayue Ling took the person directly to the office of Lord Liao, and Lord Liao naturally had no objection. He gave Wang Xiaosan a record of his affairs and made Wang Xiaosan extremely excited, but Li Yun was not there, so Huayue Ling asked Wang Xiaosan to confess tomorrow, and let him go home early today to see his mother, and gave him more than twelve silver. Of course, Huayue Ling didn't let go of the maggot master of that Beijing city gate.
Hua Yueling looked at the sky, and thought about Mo Wushuang in her head, feeling depressed, wondering what he was doing now, and was about to go to Tian Jiulou to find him, but Mo Wushuang came suddenly.
The two met at the door, and a silver-colored Mo Wushuang shouted cheerfully: "Linger."
"Wushuang, how did you get here and what about your foot injury?" Huayue Ling stepped forward to help him, and he was very glad that he could come to her by himself, does it mean that he has decided.
"I'm fine, don't worry about Linger, let's go, let's go to dinner first, I have good news to tell you." Mo Wushuang looked at the lobby of the Criminal Department, and took Huayue Ling to leave.
"Okay, where to eat?" Huayue Ling smiled like a young girl, thinking that he must tell her that she would not leave her?
"Will you come with me?" Mo Wushuang looked at Huayue Ling with a smile, his crescent-like eyes were particularly bright and tender, making Huayue Ling more happy.
Mo Wu's feet were injured, but apparently no longer affected his walking. Soon he took Huayue Ling to an old small street, with wooden houses on both sides, mostly residential houses, but Huayue Ling soon smelled it. A strong scent is a waxy.
"Here it is." Mo Wushuang stood in front of a small shop called "Heye Claypot Rice".
"Oh? Here? Do you have glutinous rice?" Hua Yueling was a little surprised, and she thought it was a mysterious place.