Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Bai Wanwan looked at her and said, "Lin Zaozao, all of you Lin family members should stay away from me. I'm too lazy to deal with you, so don't mess with me, or you won't blame me."

Lin Dasheng shouted loudly:

"How do you talk to your sister? You have no manners, no manners.

Bai Wanwan, how did your mother raise you? She made you into a shrew now.

Bai Wanwan looked at him calmly and said, "Yeah! It's because I didn't have a father when I was a child!"

"You...why do you always use such words to ridicule me?"

"You bumped into me yourself! Lin Dasheng, don't lecture me in the tone of an elder, you don't deserve it.

My father is the famous General Huo, who do you think you are? Go wherever you want." Bai Wanwan was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Lin Dasheng was so angry that he vomited blood. Bai Qian beside him suddenly said:

"Wanwan, your father is doing this for your own good! We are all family, and you two are related by blood, so don't be angry.

Wanwan, are your shops still available for rent? I want to rent a few shops."

Bai Wanwan looked at her with a half-smile and said, "If I rent it to you, it will be one hundred taels a year."

Bai Qian was furious: "Why should I ask for 100 taels when others only give 5 taels? You are doing this on purpose."

"Yes! I did it on purpose. Bai Qian, you can go anywhere to make money, but don't think about making money in Qingshui County." Bai Wanwan said lightly.

Bai Qian was furious: "After all, we are from the same clan. If you can help Bai Wanru, why can't you help me?"

"Don't you know why? Bai Qian, don't use your little tricks on me, otherwise I will make you lose everything." Bai Wanwan knew that Bai Qian was a powerful person.

When she was in Bian Jing, her mind was full of thoughts on how to make her business successful.

She did not touch the business of rouge, powder, needlework and fabrics, but instead focused on the most practical grain business.

There was a large population in Bianjing City, and although there were many grain stores, she specifically purchased grain directly from farmers with good harvests in the suburbs, thus saving the price difference paid by the middlemen.

The price of grain was lower than other places and the quantity was large. Restaurants and ordinary people in the city loved to buy from her. In just two years, she had saved a lot of money.

She planned to use the money to continue investing. Qingshui County was a very good choice and she had a unique vision.

At that time, we can also do grain business. As long as the canal is opened, we can save half the walking distance to other state capitals.

But why would Bai Wanwan pay any attention to her?

Lin Dasheng shouted, "Bai Wanwan, what's your attitude? Don't go too far."

Bai Wanwan looked at them and said, "Kick all these people out! They're too noisy."

Soon Lin Dasheng, Lin Zaozao and Bai Qian were driven out, and Bai Wanwan went straight into the largest room to rest.

There are also several VIP rooms here, which are super large, and even the bathtubs inside are unusually large.

Bai Wanwan took a bath and fell asleep. It was not until late afternoon that Zhiwei came to call her.

Bai Wanwan climbed up and said, "Let's take them to our academy first."

Today she was bringing this group of ladies to visit Qingshui County. She wanted to spread the reputation of Qingshui County.

Bai Wanwan led everyone to the Mortal Academy. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw a stone staircase extending up the mountain, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The ladies walked up the stone steps, all of which were made of granite, and each piece was polished smooth.

"Why are there so many stone steps?" A lady couldn't help asking, holding the hand of her maid and looking up at the top of the mountain.

Bai Wanwan smiled and slowed down her pace, pointing to the stone steps below:

"There are ninety-eight levels in total, which means 'perseverance and hard work'.

Studying is not an easy task, and by having students climb the stone steps every day, we want to teach them that only by taking one step at a time on the road to learning can one reach great heights.

After hearing this, everyone looked at the stone steps under their feet and felt that they had a deeper meaning.

After walking for a while, we finally reached the top of the mountain. The gate of the academy in front of us suddenly opened up. On the lintel was written "Fanren Academy". The inscription was written in a vigorous and powerful stroke, and it was obvious that it was the work of a famous calligrapher.

As soon as they entered the gate, everyone's attention was attracted by the scene in the courtyard.

Facing the view was an open courtyard with a ground paved with bluestone slabs and a half-human-high stone tripod standing in the center.

The walls of the front hall are covered with calligraphy and paintings!

Everyone stared at the wall in unison. How could that be any ordinary academy's collection of calligraphy and paintings? It was clear that half the treasures of the calligraphy and painting world had been brought here!

The most eye-catching thing is the portrait of Confucius hanging in the middle of the hall, with five small characters signed "Painted by Wu Daozi himself".

An old lady who knew a lot about painting gasped, "This... is this the original work of the painting master? My husband only saw a rubbing of it from a distance in the imperial palace's painting pavilion!"

Looking at the columns on both sides, on the left is Yan Zhenqing's "Encouragement to Study". The brushstrokes are as strong as iron, and every word reveals the earnestness of "One does not know the importance of diligent study even when one is still young".

On the right is Liu Gongquan's "Letter to My Son". The handwriting is thin but strong, and even the starting and ending strokes are full of elegance.

A lady reached out to touch the framed silk, but just as her fingertips touched it, she was pulled back by someone beside her: "Don't you dare touch it! If you were to sell these two authentic works at an auction house in Beijing right now, you'd probably have to pay over 100,000 taels of silver to get one!"

There are several landscape paintings in the corner of the courtyard. In Su Shi's "Smoky River and Overlaping Peaks", the fog on the river surface seems to be flowing.

Mi Fu's "Cloud Mountain Picture" uses ink of appropriate shades of thick and thin, making the distant mountains and nearby trees look like real scenes.

A small calligraphy scroll hanging under the corridor is actually a fragment of The Analects of Confucius annotated by Zhu Xi. The small red characters next to the characters are clearly visible, and every sentence is the essence of academic research.

"Isn't that Mr. Ouyang's handscroll of 'The Drunken Old Man's Pavilion'?"

A young lady pointed at the side wall of the hall, her voice trembling: "My cousin works in the Hanlin Academy. He said that this scroll was given to the Duke's Mansion by the late emperor. How could it be here?"

Everyone was dumbfounded. The calligraphy and paintings in Qingfeng Academy were, at best, imitations of works by famous scholars.

But in the Mortal Academy, from the original works of the Saint of Painting to the calligraphy of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties, every painting that is taken out can shock the entire literary circle!

How could these be used to decorate the academy? They clearly put the essence of a thousand-year cultural heritage before the students.

One lady even rubbed her eyes, fearing that she had made a mistake:

"Master Bai, how did you find these treasures?

This isn't just a college; it's a living treasure trove of calligraphy and painting!"

Bai Wanwan chuckled and said, "Let's continue walking inside!"

At first the ladies were still gathered together talking and laughing in low voices, but now all the smiles on their faces have disappeared, and even their voices have been lowered, and no one dares to shout.

Bai Wanwan led everyone to the lecture hall. When they opened the door, the ladies were shocked again. The lecture hall was so huge!

There are rows of long tables and benches inside, which can probably seat more than a hundred people, but it doesn't seem crowded at all.