I fought back after reselling my engagement

Hu Erlang looked surprised and looked at Su Zhen, "You don't look like you're joking?"

"Of course I'm not joking. What I said is true." Su Zhen gave a knowing smile, "Just wait and see."

Su Zhen glanced at the stall, took out an umbrella from the bottom, opened it, and took a look.

Fox Erlang said with disgust: "This umbrella is so ugly."

Su Zhen laughed foolishly, "It's not ugly, it's a water-splashed landscape painting. This umbrella has a history of at least sixty years. It was made by the great-grandfather of this shop owner. When he painted this umbrella, he was suffering from great pain. The whole landscape painting reveals a misty sadness and longing..."

A tall young man came over slowly. Hearing this voice, he could no longer remain calm. "The girl has extraordinary insight!" He turned his head and said, "Shopkeeper, is she right?"

The shopkeeper looked at the umbrella in Su Zhen's hand and said, "Girl, change it. This umbrella is too old. I was going to destroy it, but I was so busy recently that I forgot about it and the kids at home put it here."

Su Zhen said: "No, I'll buy this umbrella."

She stuffed the umbrella into Hu Erlang's arms and took out an oil-paper umbrella with a peony painted on it. "The ink is evenly applied, and the peony is elegant and graceful. Even the peony is full of affection. Was this painted by the shop owner's daughter? She has a crush on someone."

The shopkeeper hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, my daughter just got engaged three months ago."

"No, if the man she was engaged to was the one she loved, she wouldn't be so heartbroken and tormented by lovesickness. Didn't she always say she didn't want to marry the man you were engaged to?

Shopkeeper, good relationships are predestined by heaven. The owner of that umbrella died of depression because of missing out on a good relationship. Please forgive me for saying something, but was there a genius umbrella maker in your ancestry who died suddenly before the age of 20?"

The shopkeeper is thinking.

I saw a slightly plump woman coming over, with a surprised look on her face, "Girl, you are right, could it be that my uncle didn't die of illness?"

“A silkworm may not stop spinning silk until it dies, and a candle may not stop shedding tears until it burns down to ashes. The person you love deeply is not accepted by your family, and you can only watch her marry someone else. Your longing for her turns you to ashes, and your yearning turns you into a disease.

Auntie, please fulfill your daughter's wish. Your family has lovers from generation to generation, and in every generation there is one person who dies because of love. Either they get a good marriage, or they die because of love."

The plump woman's face turned pale. She suddenly raised her hands and hit the shopkeeper desperately, "You bastard, I told you not to betroth Yulan to the Dong family, but you insisted that the Dong family was wealthy and she has liked the boy from the Huang family next door since she was a child. Why didn't you agree with her? Look, she hasn't smiled since she got engaged. Are you trying to force my daughter to death? I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death..."

Kitsune Erlang was shocked, "You...you can really see through it all at once?"

I don’t know. Even after this promotion, even if her spiritual power cultivation was sealed, she could still see the special floating spiritual power on these things. Only people who are moved can draw and create works with emotion, such as the embroidered handkerchief earlier and the umbrella now.

Su Zhen continued to choose. The shopkeeper ran away after being beaten by his wife. The woman cursed at him a few words, and Su Zhen picked a few more umbrellas.

The woman said, "Girl, if you tell me who made these umbrellas in my family, I won't charge you for them today. I'll give them all to you. I'll give you one for every one you make. How do you think?"

Su Zhen said: "Splash-ink landscape umbrella, am I right?"

"Yes, it was painted by my second uncle, who died when he was less than twenty years old," the woman replied.

Su Zhen pointed at the peony umbrella and said, "This was painted by your daughter two and a half months ago, is that correct?"

"That's right," the woman replied.

Su Zhen asked and stuffed a handful of lanterns into Hu Erlang's arms. She took out another lantern and said, "This lantern was painted by your uncle. It shows butterflies flying around and parting with life and death. His wife passed away and he felt the sorrow and pain of losing his wife. He couldn't help himself."

The question and answer between the two attracted a lot of onlookers.

The woman nodded: "This lantern was made by my second uncle. It is sixteen years old."

The people around started talking:

“This girl actually got the answer right.”

Su Zhen placed the lantern in Hu Erlang's arms, and she took out another lantern: "This one is also a butterfly, but it exudes joy between the strokes, which is completely different from the previous one. This lantern was made half a year ago, and it should be your nephew's newly married not long ago.

We looked at each other in front of the building but didn't know each other, how could we recognize each other when we met on the street?

Xiang Ziyan used to learn to dance for a long time.

How can I die if I get a match, I am willing to be a mandarin duck and not envy an immortal.

How enviable are the mandarin ducks, they come and go in pairs, don’t you see?”

The mighty and handsome young man with a sword on his back stared straight at Su Zhen, and stopped thinking. All he could hear was the words "If we can be a pair of mandarin ducks, why would we refuse to die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than be an immortal."

The woman smiled and said, "Young lady, you are right again. My second uncle's eldest son got married half a year ago, and this lantern was painted by him half a year ago."

Su Zhen put the lantern back into Hu Erlang's arms, clasped his fists and bowed, "Auntie, I want to customize an oil paper product. Any price is fine, but I want your second uncle and his son to work together with your daughter to draw a picture for me."

The woman asked, "What would you like to order, young lady?"

"Folding fan!"

"Folding fan? What is a folding fan?"

"It is a new type of oil paper product. I will give you the pattern drawing when the time comes. The paintings on your paper products are exquisite. I like them very much."

"When does the girl want it?"

"I'm going to your house now."

The woman shouted to the people around her, "Boss! Where have you been hiding again, you bastard? Why don't you come over to check on the stall?"

A weak voice responded from not far away.

The woman said angrily: "Look at the stall, I'm taking this girl back to the shop, she wants to order an item. Girl, please--"

Su Zhen put the newly acquired umbrella and lantern into his bag.

The young man carrying a sword seemed to be possessed, following behind Su Zhen and Hu Erlang. A boy and a girl stopped him and said, "Big Brother, we should go to the City Lord's Mansion."

The young man carrying the sword said angrily, "You guys go, I have something else to do."

"Big Brother, let's go. You are the leader this time."

The young man carrying the sword came to his senses. He would have a strange feeling about a person's voice. Now the voice appeared again, but it was from a different person.

The young man said, "Fifth Junior Brother, go and ask around and see who that girl is."

Su Zhen followed the old lady into a paper umbrella and lantern shop. The shop was located on a slightly remote street in Wulin City. There was a shop in the front and a small courtyard with two entrances in the back.

When she arrived here, Su Zhen felt a special spiritual power floating. She closed her eyes and felt relaxed both physically and mentally.

Hu Erlang looked around, "Shu Zhen, this doesn't look like an ordinary home."

"This is a family of painters. Their ancestors produced painters, cultivators who sought enlightenment through painting, and immortals who attained enlightenment through painting. They are the descendants of the immortal painters." Su Zhen understood what kind of aura this was. It was the spiritual aura produced by the painters among the Confucian cultivators. Although this family did not know how to practice, they had developed special spiritual powers because they had lived here for generations.

Just like a study room would have the scent of books and ink.

Wherever the descendants of the Painting Immortal live, there will be fluctuations of the Painting Immortal's spiritual power.

There was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old inside, she was lively and pretty, especially her eyes, which seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if they could talk. These were the most affectionate eyes Su Zhen had ever seen.

The old lady smiled and said, "My husband's family name is Hua, and my maiden family name is Mo. Our family has been making oil-paper umbrellas and lanterns for generations, and they have always sold very well in Wumeng City."