Gu Qing said: "Miss Xu has always liked lotus flowers."

Fang Wanqiu looked suspicious and said, "Why are you asking about this?"

In her heart, she had classified Gu Qing as a novice, for fear that Gu Qing would really have the purpose of getting close to Xu Gu Gu. Fang Wanqiu felt that Gang Gu was still simple and could easily be deceived by those young and talented men.

Of course, she had to admit that although Gu Qing was not very rich, she was indeed talented.

Gu Qing said: "I planted lotus flowers in my pond, but I was afraid that I would not plant well, so I wanted to ask for advice after Miss Xu recovered from illness."

Fang Wanqiu said: "She doesn't know how to plant it, and she has only liked lotus flowers in the past two years. Don't ask, I'll go back and see if she's better."

Fang Wanqiu left as soon as she said that, and she had no nostalgia for Gu Qing.

Thinking about it, it was only a few days ago when she heard Gu Qing's corner. Women really became very fast.

Gu Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from Fang Wanqiu's current attitude, he seemed to have no curiosity about him. It was indeed a good thing for Gu Qing, who had a headache recently. Therefore, Gu Qing did not intend to investigate the reasons for Fang Wanqiu's change in attitude.

At the same time, Gu Qing asked Fang Wanqiu two more valuable information.

First, Xu Guru really likes lotus flowers. Last time she was definitely not just talking casually, because there was no need for Xu Guru to hide her preferences in front of her relatives.

In this way, Gu Qing's psychological analysis of her is indeed of certain value.

Second, Xu Guru has only liked lotus flowers in the past two years, so something must have happened that made her suddenly interested in lotus flowers. After all, people's preferences will not change, and there must be an external factor that will affect it.

But it is hard to say what role these two valuable information can play.

Then Gu Qing went to the city.

Life is insignificant in a Jiangcheng with a population of hundreds of thousands. Although there has been a murder in the antique shop, it has been no longer a topic of discussion on the streets and alleys in just a few days.

Because the new things happen every day will completely erase those disappearing lives from the memories of others without realizing them.

Maybe one day, I will be revealed because of a few words.

But there are always fewer opportunities like this.

The shopkeeper of the antique shop still remembers Gu Qing.

He didn't even know Gu Qing's name, but the five hundred taels of silver was the largest income in the past six months. Of course, he remembered Gu Qing, not just because of this.

Gu Qing came to the antique shop and before he could speak, the shopkeeper greeted him with a smile.

"The villain really has no idea that he is a master who can't hide it."

Gu Qing was puzzled by the shopkeeper's words.

Could it be that this person knows that fake paintings hide real paintings?

Could it be a wooden Buddha statue?

Gu Qing's heart broke out.

But when he saw the shopkeeper smiling, he didn't seem to know that he was suffering a loss. Obviously, his guess was not right.

Gu Qing said: "Shopkeeper, I don't really understand what you mean."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Old Master Fang invited the adults in the city to appreciate the painting two days ago. My friend happened to go with an adult. To be honest, the painting you bought was a big failure in my business years. My friend specially helped me study this painting, so I remember the material on it clearly. So even though you have done your wonderful painting and turned it into gold, he still recognized the painting. After he came back, he told me about this matter and I told him about the painting you bought. He praised you, saying that if you were willing to imitate ancient paintings, there would be no second person better than you in the entire Song Dynasty."

After Gu Qing understood the whole story, he said, "Does the shopkeeper want me to imitate ancient paintings?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Young Master is really a smart person. I have a private job to help a big figure imitate a painting that can be faked and real. Of course, don't worry, this painting is used by the adults to display it to confuse outsiders so as not to stolen the real painting. If your master is interested, I will help you with the agreement."

Gu Qing had just bought a pharmacy shop, and maybe he would have to spend money in some places later, so it would be a good thing to have another income.

After all, seeing Fang Wanqiu's appearance, he might not continue to learn painting with him.

He said, "How much?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "After the matter is completed, I promise not to be less than ten times the money the young master spent with me last time."

Gu Qing said: "Okay, I agree. It seems that this real painting is priceless. I am a little curious about what kind of painting it is now."

The shopkeeper said, "Young Master will know when you see him. This is the case. Since the young master agrees, then come to me in three days. If you agree there, the matter will be decided."

Gu Qing said: "Just do as you said. But I'll look for you and there's something else."

The shopkeeper said, "Please tell me, please."

Gu Qing said: "I want to know where the Buddha statue I bought from you last time came from?"

The shopkeeper's expression changed and he went to close the door.

He said nervously: "Why do you ask about this?"

Gu Qing said: "I am a little interested in the carving technique of the Buddha statue, but I can't tell which school it belongs to."

The shopkeeper sighed and said, "I almost forgot about this, but since you bought the Buddha statue, I'd better explain it to you. Did the young master hear that there was a death in our street a few days ago?"

Gu Qing said: "I know a little bit."

The shopkeeper said, "You bought the Buddha statue and sold it to me by the dead Taoist priest. I couldn't tell the Buddha statue, and it didn't look like a good product. I refused to pay ten taels of silver. But I saw that the Taoist priest was really pitiful, and I thought that his father was a great man, so I bought it."

Gu Qing said: "Do you know him?"

The shopkeeper said, "This Taoist priest is called Wang Hai, which is really a disaster. He has ruined all the foundation left by his ancestors. His father is called Wang Feng. If the young master is a local, he might have heard of it."

Gu Qing immediately remembered that the author of the good medical book in the pharmacy was named Wang Feng. Could it be that it was the same person?

Gu Qing tentatively said: "I have a medical book at home. The author's name is Wang Feng. I don't know if it is the same person."

The shopkeeper said, "Wang's maternal herb, it's him. About 40 years ago, when I was young, there was a big plague in our Jiangcheng. At that time, people died every day and were in panic. Later, Mr. Wang developed a prescription to deal with the plague, which saved Jiangcheng from the disaster. This was reported by the government officials, and Mr. Wang was recommended to the Imperial Hospital. As a result, for some reason, caused a major disaster in the capital and rushed back to Jiangcheng. Mr. Wang's maternal herb, which Mr. Wang worked hard to write, was also listed as a banned book by the government.

However, most of the local doctors in Jiangcheng know Mr. Wang’s medical skills, so some people still collect them in private, but they dare not take them out. Although the government may not pursue them for the past few decades, Mr. Gu should not let others know that you are collecting this book, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Gu Qing said: "So that's it."

The shopkeeper seemed to have aroused the spirit and continued, "After Mr. Wang came back, he left a few years later. Wang Wei inherited the Wang family's inheritance, which was enough for him to take for several lifetimes, but this guy was a prodigal son. He quickly ruined the Wang family's ancestors and became a monk and became a Taoist priest. Later, he said that he got the prescription left by Mr. Wang from his family, and taking it can prolong his life. At first, everyone trusted Mr. Wang's medical skills, but some people believed in him and bought the prescription. As a result, some people had problems with taking it, and only then did they know that the prescription he sold was problematic. But for Mr. Wang's sake, the victim only taught him a lesson.

So many years have passed, and Wang Wei has appeared in the city less and less often. No one knows this guy if he is not a local old man. On that day, he came to sell Buddha statues. I saw that he was tattered and in a ragged Taoist robe, so I bought the Buddha statue. Who knew that he would die at the door of my store? The government asked me, "I was afraid of trouble and didn't say this. Mr. Gu, don't spread it to me."

Gu Qing finally understood the origin of the Buddha statue and felt more convinced that the monster was Wang Hao. But if the Taoist priests valued the Buddha statue very much, why would he sell it?

This is Gu Qingxin's doubt again.

Gu Qing said: "Thank you, the shopkeeper for solving the problem. I have something else to do, so I will say goodbye first."

The shopkeeper said, "Young Master, go slowly, don't forget to find me three days later and everyone will make a fortune together."

If he hadn't been thinking about fake paintings, how could he have told Gu Qing so much?

He is a personal genius and knows that sometimes speaking gossip is secretly hidden, which can bring people closer together.

Otherwise, he would not have said so in detail just now, and he would have said everything he did not explain to the government.

Of course, Gu Qing bought the Wood Buddha, and as long as he was a smart person, he would not tell the government about this. Otherwise, the Wood Buddha would have to be handed over to the government as evidence, and maybe he would be questioned. It was purely thankless.

Gu Qing said: "I will never forget it, say goodbye."
Chapter completed!