The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

As soon as I entered Wenbaozhai, a servant came to greet me.

"What would you two like to see?"

This was also Song Yuntang's first time here. She glanced around Wenbaozhai.

"Hey, young man, where are the four treasures of the study? I want the best ones."

Upon hearing this, the servant hurriedly made a gesture of invitation towards the stairs, "Please come this way, the goodies are all upstairs."

Song Yuntang and Xu Qingye followed the servant upstairs.

There are far fewer things on the second floor than on the first, but you can see that every piece is a fine product.

There are many paintings hanging on the walls around, and some stationery are placed on the counters around like collections.

As soon as Song Yuntang came up, he was attracted by the paintings on the wall.

After browsing around, her eyes finally fell on a picture of a mountain residence.

She has some eye for painting and calligraphy.

I just felt that the brushwork and painting style of the picture in front of me seemed familiar, but the signature was written as "Pillow Book".

She pulled Xu Qingye beside her.

"Come and look at this painting. It's similar to yours."

Xu Qingye followed her gaze and just nodded calmly.

Seeing that he didn't find it strange at all, Song Yuntang turned around and looked at him.

"Could it be you?"

Xu Qingye nodded again.

Seeing this, Song Yuntang sounded a little surprised.

"It's really you!"

The servant next to them listened to the conversation between the two, and when he looked at Xu Qingye, there was respect and admiration in his eyes.

"Are you really Mr. Pillow Book?"

"The son of the governor's staff brought three of your paintings to Wenbaozhai a while ago. The last one left on the wall is the last one, and our boss has kept it in the shop for everyone to admire. He also said that if he had the chance to meet you, he would definitely ask you for two more paintings. I wonder if Mr. Zhenshu is free to meet our boss?"

The owner of Wenbaozhai is also a scholar and has quite a reputation in Yingshan City.

He is considered a guest of honor among the major families in the provincial capital.

Before Xu Qingye could say anything, a young man holding a folding fan came up from downstairs.

"You, little boy, are simple-minded and have poor vision. This painting, 'Dwelling in the Banyan Village,' is meticulously crafted with meticulous brushwork, ingeniously composed, and full of profound artistic conception. Such steady and mature painting skills clearly belong to the hands of an experienced artist. How could it be the work of a young man in his twenties and unknown?"

As he spoke, he put away the folding fan in his hand.

Song Yuntang looked at him coldly. It was already the end of September and it was very cold, but this person was still fanning himself. He was really being too pretentious.

When the servant saw the person coming, he hurriedly bowed to him.

"Meet Mr. Sun."

Sun Shang looked at the man and woman in front of him and asked, "You said you were Mr. Pillow Book, do you have any evidence?"

Xu Qingye calmly pulled Song Yuntang behind him.

"I don't have to prove anything to you."

He doesn't care whether others believe it or not. If it's yes, ... and if it's no, it's no.

It is enough that someone recognizes the painting.

It doesn't matter who he is.

Several guests came up from downstairs one after another, both young and old.

"No need to prove it yet." Sun Shang sneered, "I don't think you can prove it, right? Impersonating Mr. Zhenshu is simply despicable."

Song Yuntang couldn't bear to see this man laughing at Xu Qingye.

"Then what evidence do you have to prove that my husband is not Mr. Zhenshu? Isn't it just your mouth that's making things up?"

Sun Shang glanced in her direction.

"I'm talking to your man, what are you, a woman, doing butting in on?" She turned and looked in the direction of the servant. "As the ancients said, only villains and women are difficult to raise. What's going on? Is Wenbaozhai no longer viable? You're even letting a woman upstairs?"

The guest who came up later saw this and looked around. Seeing that there was only one woman, Song Yuntang, his expression became subtle.

The servant looked embarrassed.

"Men and women are both guests. When guests enter the store, I can't stop them, right?"

Song Yuntang was not embarrassed by the other party's words. She gently squeezed Xu Qingye's hand and looked at him openly.

"You're standing here belittling women. Have you ever considered that your mother and wife are women too? If you belittle your mother, you're unfilial. If you belittle your wife, you're unworthy of being a husband!"

"Respecting filial piety is a fundamental part of a person's upbringing. If you want your family to prosper, you must first keep the inner house peaceful. Only when the inner house is peaceful can the family prosper. This is the origin of the saying, 'A harmonious family brings prosperity.' But from what you just said, it doesn't seem right."

After hearing this, the people watching on the side fell into deep thought.

"What this girl said...seems to make sense."

Xu Qingye curled his lips slightly.

It’s better to be more eloquent so that you won’t suffer losses easily outside.

Sun Shangze was so angry that his cheeks were shaking.

"It's just a sharp tongue. Don't try to confuse people here."

Song Yuntang looked at the people watching the fun.

"So many people are listening, how can I confuse them? Could it be that everyone here has a father but no mother? Are all your children born by yourselves?"

After hearing this, everyone distanced themselves from Sun Shangze.

They can't have children.

Looking at the crowd's reactions, Sun Shang's face flushed red. "I'm a scholar, and now a teacher at Qinglian Academy. You're insulting me here now. Do you know the consequences?"

Song Yuntang was not afraid.

"A scholar can't be reasonable? You understand the ancients' words so one-sidedly, and use derogatory words against women to show off yourself. You are a teacher, but you should stop misleading students. Besides, you said I insulted you, but which word I said just now was insulting you? Isn't it you who should be scolding?"

Sun Shang was speechless and felt extremely ashamed and angry.

Excessive!

It's simply too much!

He had been studying for so many years, and this year he was finally hired as a teacher at Qinglian Academy, but he had never been contradicted like this before.

Suddenly realizing that he seemed to have diverted the topic, he pointed at Xu Qingye again.

"We were originally discussing whether he was Mr. Pillow Book. Don't digress."

"You were the one who said that only villains and women are difficult to raise. I didn't divert the topic. As for my husband..." Song Yuntang glanced in Xu Qingye's direction, "As he said, there's no need to prove anything to you."

The strength is here.

As she spoke, she pointed to the two inkstones on the counter and asked the servant.

"Brother, what are the prices of these two inkstones?"

"This bluestone inkstone with a carved fish pattern is twelve taels. This Duan stone inkstone with a cloud pattern is a little more expensive, at thirty taels."

"What about this one?" Song Yuntang pointed to another piece.

The servant looked in the direction of her finger and said, "This is the Tiancheng Seven Star Inkstone. The inkstone is smooth and the surface is fine. The ink is long-lasting and does not fade easily. It is extremely rare. We only have this one in Wenbaozhai. It costs eighty taels."

Song Yuntang was just about to ask the servant to pack the Tiancheng Seven Star Inkstone for her, but Xu Qingye suddenly grabbed her arm.

“In fact, there is not much difference between these types of inkstones. The most expensive one is not necessarily the best.”

Song Yuntang thought for a moment and changed his tone, "Brother, pack up the Duanshi Cloud Pattern Inkstone and the Tiancheng Seven Star Inkstone for me."

After hearing this, the servant responded excitedly and hurried to pack the inkstone.

Xu Qingye was puzzled.

"Why buy so many inkstones?"

Song Yuntang looked at the two inkstones and whispered, "You can use the Duanshi cloud-patterned inkstone yourself, and you can give the other one to Master Tang. Master Tang has made an indelible contribution to your excellent performance in the Autumn Examination this time. You still have to rely on him to continue to teach you. You should give him a gift to show your appreciation."

When giving a gift to a scholar, you can never go wrong with an inkstone.

Some people even like to collect these things, especially this kind of unique inkstone.

The rarer it is, the more precious it is.

When you are out, no one can avoid dealing with social interactions.

Xu Qingye pursed his lips and smiled.

"Okay, you have the final say in our family."

Seeing that the servant had already packed the inkstone, Song Yuntang was about to pull Xu Qingye out of the attic to pay the bill when Sun Shang suddenly reached out to stop them.

"Wait, are you really Mr. Pillow Book?"

Being able to spend 110 taels of silver in one go to buy two high-quality inkstones, with such financial resources, it seems that there is no need for him to cheat here.

But he still didn't believe it. The man in front of him looked even a few years younger than him. How could he have such strength?