Meal Sweet Home: Farm Lady

Chapter 1 Introduction to the Pretty Woman in the Painting

In March of Yangchun, the grass grows and the warblers fly, the ground warms and the flowers bloom, and the catkins flutter.The city of Yangzhou is full of flowers, bustling streets and crowded with people.

At the west end in front of the gate of the time-honored cloth village, a calligraphy and painting stall was surrounded by water, and from time to time, there were voices of admiration from the crowd.

The stall owner, an old man with a white beard, had already been squeezed out by the crowd. He stood not far from the stall, staring at the portrait in the hands of the officials with drooping eyes, for fear that the painting would be taken away if he blinked his eyelids. up.

Not far away, a short, fat, black-skinned woman who looked like she was approaching dusk, with a straw food box in the crook of her right arm, walked towards the crowd with twists and turns.

"Oh, I said old man, you are going to send it! Why are there so many people in front of your booth today? How much money did you earn this morning?" He took the palm of his left hand and spread it in front of the old man.

The old man put his hand into his rag pocket as usual, and with great difficulty, he managed to find something, and honestly put it in the short and fat woman's palm.

The woman looked down with a smile on her face, her complexion changed suddenly, and then she squinted at the little copper coins in her palm and spat, "Damn! I earned these two pennies in the morning? Not enough for me to buy a box of rouge."

The short and fat woman put the two cents into her pocket cursingly, and threw the food box in her arms into the hands of the white-hued old man with a bad attitude.

"It's not that I said you, old man, you have been selling this broken calligraphy and painting for some years, and I haven't seen you selling a cow. Why did my old lady go blind and marry you, a useless old thing? It's not as good as the village head. Old Huang’s rags and tattered clothes are really good for asking for money outside. I can’t count on you in this life!”

The short and fat woman rolled up her sleeves while cursing, with her round waist crossed with her hands, like an angry sow, she strode towards the crowd surrounded by the booth.

"What are you looking at, what are you looking at? If you don't buy it, get out. What about you, put the painting down for the old lady, the poor man pretends to be polite! If you look at it again, you will be charged a penny. If you look at a penny, bring it, bring it all... "

The short and fat woman played mischievously, and the crowd dispersed in disappointment for a while, and the painting that attracted many observers was put back on the booth crookedly.

The old man with a white beard had no time to pay attention to the scene in front of him. He looked up and looked around, as if he was looking for someone.

The painting turned out to be a young and beautiful woman, like a fairy coming down to earth, with a double bun, eyebrows like swallowtails, eyes like bodhisattvas, nose like jade, mouth like a butterfly, they all fit together in this round chin in heaven Her fair face complemented each other and looked great.

"Okay, you old man, no wonder you have attracted so many poor ghosts here! Tell me, when did you draw this little fox on your head? This little fox was carved out of the same mold as her mother, after so many years You are still thinking about her dead mother. There is no way to live these days, and I am so mad at my old lady..."

The simple and honest old man with a white beard must have been used to being bullied by this short, fat shrew on weekdays, so he naturally had a reason not to talk about it.

"Hey, old man, how much is this painting in taels of silver?" A tall man with a fat face kept throwing peanuts into his mouth, and stood in front of the calligraphy and painting booth.

Seeing someone come to inquire about the painting, the short and fat woman who was sitting on the ground and crying loudly stopped her whimpering, her eyes lit up, and she quickly patted her buttocks and stood up.

"Why, does this young master want to buy this painting?" Before the old man with a white beard could speak, the short and fat woman greeted him with a smile.

The son in front of him was wearing a royal blue brocade gown, followed by two well-dressed servants, who must be rich and powerful.

"That's right, I want to buy this painting." The man puffed out his slightly protruding belly, and responded without hesitation, and the big corner of his mouth rose and fell accordingly.

"Hey, this young master has a good eye. This painting is the best among us. Look at Xiao Sao in this painting... no, it's a little beauty, so attractive. I wish she could come out of the painting Just jump out and stand in front of me..." The short and fat woman exaggeratedly praised the painting, thinking that it would sell for more money.

"Stop rambling, how much money?" The rich son asked impatiently.

The short and fat woman rolled her eyes, quickly estimated a price in her heart, and then made it with gestures.I saw that the index fingers of her two hands intersected, and she put them in front of the young master with a smile.

"Ten taels of silver? Good!" As he said, Brother Young Master turned his head and glanced at the servant behind him. The servant understood, and quickly took out ten taels of silver from the embroidered money bag, and shook it into the hands of the short, fat black-skinned woman.

Ten taels of silver...a painting is worth ten taels of silver...

This is something that the dumpy woman has never dreamed of in her life.The gesture she made just now was only ten taels of silver, unexpectedly this rich man would treat it as ten taels of silver, and he made such a generous move.

"The portrait of this little coquettish fox can be sold for so much silver. It's been given away, and now it's really going to be given away!" The short fat woman took the ten taels of silver, biting her teeth to see if it was real or not, and muttered excitedly in a low voice.

The old man with a white beard didn't want to sell this painting of beauties to this dude who didn't know how to appreciate it, but because he was naturally afraid of this short and fat old woman, he stood cowardly by the side and didn't dare to say anything.

The wealthy son picked up the painting of beauties, approached him and looked at it carefully, his plump lips curled up slightly, "It would be great if the beauty in this painting really existed, I will definitely spend a lot of money to marry her." He looked at the beauty in the painting with rapt attention, and his saliva almost flowed out.

"My lord, you mean...you want to marry the woman in this painting with a lot of money?" The short and fat woman would perk up as soon as she heard the topic of money.

"Yes, but how can there be such a beautiful woman in this world." Brother Gongzi seemed to be laughing at himself, he handed the painting to the servant, and the servant quickly rolled up the portrait and put it away. The man is about to leave.

"Wait, son, please stay!" The short and fat woman hurriedly stepped forward to block the young master's way, smiling so hard that her face was almost pink, "Young master, you don't know, the beautiful woman in this painting is me... My daughter."

Since this short and fat lady never admits that she has such a daughter on weekdays, she always feels a little awkward when she speaks out.

Brother Gongzi stopped at his feet, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and asked the short and fat woman in surprise: "The woman in this painting really exists? Is it really your daughter?"

Seeing the appearance and appearance of this short and fat woman, no one would believe that she has such a beautiful daughter unless there is a genetic mutation.

"Don't worry, my lord, sit down and talk." The short, fat woman handed the old man's usual business scorpion to the young man, and asked him to sit down, "The woman in this painting is named Nan Yan, and she is indeed my daughter. "

"Where is your home?" Brother Qian asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, my lord. My house is just behind Shugang over there. It's far away, but it's much closer than outside the city. Nanyan was brought up by me with shit and piss. Of course, I will live forever. The big things are up to me.”

The rich man understood, his eyes met the nodding of the short and fat woman.

"I understand what you mean, tell me, how much do you want?" The rich boy is also a straightforward person.

Women like this kind of straight-forward to do business, without having to spend so much talking.

"Young master, I can see that you sincerely want to marry Nan Yan from my family. However, this painting is worth ten taels of silver, let alone a real person with delicate skin and tender flesh who can touch your hands?"

Speaking of this, the rich son and the short fat woman laughed together.

"To tell you the truth, I am Dai Rongjun, the eldest son of Dai Changshan, the second largest salt merchant in Yangzhou City."

He Baonian in the east city of Yangzhou is the largest salt merchant in the city, and the Dai family in the west city ranks second in terms of assets.

Hearing this, the short and fat woman's eyes were full of gold stars, she didn't expect that the ugly rich man in front of her had such a big background.At that time, the salt merchants were not ordinary rich, not to mention they could still rank high in this city.

"I'll give you 20 taels of silver, what do you think?" Dai Rongjun asked, shaking his fan.

At that time, marrying a daughter-in-law with ten taels of silver was already a big deal, and what's more, Dai Rongjun paid 20 taels when he opened his mouth.

Seeing that this man is so generous, the short and fat woman will not easily make this deal with a one-hundred-dollar price.

"Nan Yan is gentle, humble, and knowledgeable..."

"Twelve taels more!"

Before the short and fat woman finished speaking, Dai Rongjun closed his eyes and raised the price generously.

"Nanyan plays, plays, plays and sings, she is proficient in everything..."

"Twelve taels more!"

"Nan Yan is as beautiful as a fairy, with a graceful figure..."

"Twelve taels more!"

"make a deal!"

Not far away, a man in a silver brocade robe silently watched the scene in front of the calligraphy and painting booth.

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