The two concierges, Shunzi and Jinzi, were standing at the gate eating snacks. They felt that it was really blue today, the air was so good, and the eyes of the concierge next door were so red. As they ate, they sighed:

"Oh, don't tell me, Wangfu's dim sum is really delicious~"

"This is fresh out of the oven. It's crispy and crumbly. It's many times more delicious than the one that's been stored for a long time."

When I saw the jealous face of the concierge next door, I felt so beautiful!

Mrs. Wen looked at the snacks in front of her with mixed emotions. Why would the neighbor want to bring snacks?

Wen Mianmian stood in front of her with a smile and said casually, "Maybe the other party made too many dim sum and couldn't finish it?"

"Mom, don't worry about it. The next door neighbor dares to poison us or something. We are all a family now."

"I'm going to find my grandfather~"

Looking at Wen Mianmian's happily leaving figure, Mrs. Wen became even more worried. The family was now stretched thin, and the people next door were so rich. How on earth would they pay for the dowry?

"Mommy, go get my sister's dowry list and my dowry list, and I'll take a look at them."

The sister Mrs. Wen refers to is Wen Mianmian's biological mother. They are both from the Fu family in Kyoto. The Fu family has always been noble. In fact, the so-called noble is not far from poor. The dowries of the two sisters are

Not very rich.

Aunt Liu quickly came with the list, "When Madam Xian left, her dowry was sealed. There was an inventory before it was sealed, and it was 30% less than what was on this list."

Mrs. Wen took a deep breath, looked at the items on the list, and calculated in her mind that even if she added her share, it would barely be worth two thousand taels.

A dowry worth two thousand taels is great for an ordinary woman, but it is really unseemly for a wealthy family, not to mention that Mianmian is marrying the wealthy King Annan.

"Last month, when the Minister of Household Affairs married his daughter, it was said that he was given a dowry of tens of thousands taels, and the one with the dowry was particularly outstanding."

This dowry is a woman's confidence. Ten thousand taels can dazzle everyone. You can imagine what a waste the old man is if he loses 120,000 taels.

Aunt Liu also sighed, "Madam, there are the eldest son and the second son in the house, so we can't give all these things to the girl to take away. The eldest son is also old, and we are about to say goodbye now, and we can't do it then.

I can’t even get out the betrothal gift.”

Mrs. Wen put away the list and said, "I will discuss it with the general when he comes back."

In Hanyuan, the prodigal Mr. Wen ate a piece of snack, his little eyes shone, and he looked at Wen Mianmian expectantly, his meaning was self-evident.

Wen Mianmian spread his hands and said, "It's gone."

It is said to be two plates, but in fact it only adds up to ten, which is not enough to divide.

The old man was a little embarrassed and asked about his granddaughter's engagement, "I heard that she will come over tomorrow to make an appointment?"

"Um."

Seeing that the weather was nice today, Wen Mianmian asked someone to set up a table in the yard, prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and prepare for the old man to give her some guidance.

He put on his posture and asked with a smile: "I'm going to move next door soon. Grandpa, will you be reluctant to let me go?"

The old man stepped forward and started grinding, "Earlier, I was thinking of making money to buy you a dowry, but now...hey..."

Seeing that his eye circles were red again, Wen Mianmian quickly changed the subject, "Oh, let's leave this matter to dad and brother. How about grandpa coming and taking a look at my handwriting?"

After several days of covert practice, she was still at the stage of learning to write, with no one to teach her the key points, and it was too difficult.

He dipped his pen in ink and wrote his name on the paper very seriously. He took a look at the pen and raised his eyes and asked, "How?"

Old Mrs. Wen frowned and felt that his eyes felt uncomfortable just by reading the word "granddaughter".

"I remember you became enlightened very early?"

Wen Mianmian smiled and said: "What's the word Qimeng and my word? It doesn't matter~"

Anyway, the little old man has never seen her handwriting on weekdays, so now he doesn't let her say whatever she wants.

The old man stepped forward and looked at the words, "It's crooked, the words are as big as a basket, and there is no order. This has no foundation at all?"

"There's no rules. Isn't it written down?"

The old lady took the pen from her hand, dipped it in ink again, and the pen became vivid and powerful.

The brush sweeps thousands of troops, the iron painting and the silver hook, the majestic and majestic three words "Wen Mianmian" appear on the paper, and the end is majestic;

The old man smiled and his momentum changed, and the three words "Wen Mianmian", as graceful as a beautiful woman's hairpin and as beautiful as water, came out of his writing;

After another turn, there were three soft characters in Fang Yuan, written in five different fonts in one go. Wen Mianmian was so surprised that her eyes almost fell off.

"If you don't know this word, you might think I'm some kind of general. I'm so imposing."

"With this word, you can tell at a glance that I am a graceful and gentle girl."

"You can tell from this word that I am very angry..."

Wen Mianmian raised her head and said, "Grandpa, you are so powerful."

Who said that the little old man is good for nothing? His handwriting is so good. No wonder someone says "the word is like the person". It's amazing.

Wen Mianmian exclaimed, and the old man was immediately stunned, and then his eyes filled with tears of excitement, "Mianmian really feels good?"

"Of course, Grandpa, you are hiding everything."

The old man wiped away his tears. He had loved painting and calligraphy since he was a child. For the pen in his hand, the words on the paper and the painting, he did not know how much he had suffered and how many looks he had received.

The reputation of playing with things and not making progress is like a shackle on his head. He can only silently choose to give up. Only in the dead of night can he secretly unroll his scroll and write ink to relieve his worries.

He turned around and returned to the bedroom very quickly, and quickly took out a painting, "Mianmian, take a look, do you like this?"

It was a painting of a lady appreciating plum blossoms. In the painting, the beauty had towering temples, picturesque features, and dignified manner. A red plum protruded from the rock, and a blue bird tilted its head to look at the beauty.

"Grandpa, I don't know how to paint, but it looks good. I seem to smell the fragrance of plum blossoms."

"If you sell it, it must be very valuable, right?"

The old man was very proud. He rolled up the scroll and looked at his granddaughter carefully, "If Mianmian thinks it's good, grandpa will teach you, okay?"

"Okay, I want to learn."

Wen Mianmian was so happy that she could now practice openly~

Not only can you write, but you can also learn to draw. Ouch, this interest is so elegant!

The old man also laughed and lowered his voice, "When your grandmother comes back, can you just say that you must let me teach you?"

Wen Mianmian nodded heavily and patted her chest, "Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

The old man also smiled, so that he could write and draw openly, and he wanted to teach his granddaughter.

Grandfather and grandson both laughed happily for their respective goals. Wen Mianmian turned around and said, "Grandpa, let's get started."
Chapter completed!