An Wanwan looked at Sanbao with a stern face and said, "Who made me angry? Sanbao, you've got some nerve! You sold a fish that was worth a little over a hundred taels for three hundred taels."
Sanbao didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
“Of course, anyone doing business has to make a profit. The cost is only a little over a hundred taels of silver, so what’s wrong with me selling it for three hundred taels? It’s not like I forced them to buy it; they just couldn’t stand the smell and said they wanted to buy it.”
That kid.
An Wanwan slightly tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "You still have the nerve to talk back? How much do officials in the court earn in a month? How can they afford such a price? Don't do such things again!"
"oh."
Sanbao was just about to leave.
An Wanwan stopped him: "What do you think of your second brother's painting?"
Why did you ask that?
Could it be that my second brother is selling his ugly paintings to others to make money?
Isn't he even worse than him?!
Sanbao said, "Mother, my second brother doesn't let me see his paintings. I don't know if he's good or not. I still have to practice martial arts. I'll go back first."
That's all.
He ran, and he ran quite fast.
The three treasures all lived in one palace.
Sanbao ran a short distance into the gate and saw Erbao painting by the pond. He walked over and asked, "Second brother, how much do you sell your paintings for?"
"What money? Where did I sell it..."
Erbao looked completely bewildered.
Sanbao was stunned. Could it be that he had misunderstood?
Erbao had finished drawing, and he held it out to Sanbao, asking, "Third brother, is the peacock that second brother drew beautiful?"
Peacock?
Sanbao pointed at the painting and said speechlessly, "Second brother, this doesn't look like a peacock at all. The head doesn't look like a head, the body doesn't look like a body, and the tail doesn't look like a tail..."
"It doesn't look right at all!"
Erbao was not convinced.
Sanbao had someone bring him new brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, and in front of Erbao, he began to draw a peacock spreading its tail feathers across the room.
Sanbao likes shiny things, money, and delicious food, but he is more talented than Erbao at drawing. In less than 15 minutes, a simple peacock painting appeared on the paper.
"See that? That's what a peacock looks like."
"Not as good-looking as mine!"
Erbao summoned the eunuchs and palace maids to vote.
They all stood on Sanbao's side.
Erbao stomped his foot and said, "Hmph, you must have been bribed by him. I'm going to find Mother..."
An Wanwan was sitting in the pavilion with An Miaomiao, eating and chatting.
An Miaomiao experienced no morning sickness during her pregnancy and could eat anything. Even though she wasn't very far along in her pregnancy, her face was already visibly round.
She knows she should eat less, but she just can't help it.
"Mother..."
As soon as Erbao entered the main hall, he called out and found An Wanwan sitting in the pavilion, and An Miaomiao was also there. He came over and greeted her, "Auntie, when did you arrive?"
"I just arrived a little while ago."
An Miaomiao noticed that Erbao was holding a painting and, out of curiosity, took it from him: "What kind of grass is this?"
Erbao: "!"
He clearly drew a peacock.
An Miaomiao examined it for a while and asked, "Could it be a flower? What kind of flower is so big?"
"I'm not drawing anymore..."
Erbao ran away crying.
An Miaomiao looked completely bewildered.
An Wanwan leaned closer to take a look and said, "He must have painted the peacocks in their yard."
"ah……"
An Miaomiao looked at it again, but still didn't think it looked like a peacock.
An Wanwan told An Miaomiao about Erbao's masterpiece.
After listening.
An Miaomiao laughed so hard she almost fell over: "This child didn't inherit any of your drawing talent. Did he take after Li Fengyu?"
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