Gu Nuoer and Gu Ziliao came directly to the most lively stall.

It was crowded with people who stopped to watch.

In the crowd, there was a rich businessman with a big belly, dressed in gold and silver, sitting on a low stool.

In front of him were dozens of antiques of different shapes.

Calligraphy and painting, literary play, jade, and even a pair of glass-like cups.

The vendor was a thin man with a mustache and shrewd eyes.

He pointed to a calligraphy and painting and introduced it with saliva.

"I spent a lot of money to buy this from a wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River: Looking at the plum map in the snow!"

"Look at the name of the inscription, it is the masterpiece of our current eleventh prince!"

Everyone suddenly sighed, and they all lowered their heads and looked closer.

The vendor showed it diligently: "Look at it, everyone, in this picture, the red walls and golden tiles of the palace are covered with snow, but they can't stop its beauty."

"This small pavilion, with the sparkling lake next to it, and the blossoming red plums on the plum tree on the bank, blooming in the wind, how beautiful!"

"There is only one masterpiece in the world. If you buy it and take it back for collection, you have to frame it!"

The rich businessman was so excited that he hurriedly asked, "What's the price?"

The street vendor smiled and pointed out five fingers. He approached the wealthy businessman with a snarky look and said, "Five thousand taels of silver, but depending on your fate, I will give you a cheap price, three thousand taels of silver, what do you think?"

Gu Nuoer watched in the crowd for a long time, and she pouted.

The little guy raised his head and said to Gu Zili, "Brother Ten, this is a fake, not the work of Brother Eleven."

Gu Ziliang squatted down and asked patiently, "How did my sister know?"

"First of all, it's been almost five years since Brother Eleven went to travel around the world, and he hasn't returned to the palace for a long time."

"As for the paintings in the hands of the hawkers, the rice paper is brand-new with no reverse color, and the brush and ink are bright. At a glance, you can tell that it is a work within a year."

"But Brother Eleven's purpose of leaving the palace was not to paint all the great rivers and mountains in the world? How could he come up with another painting of the beauty of the palace?"

"Even if it was really possible that he drew it, the seal under the inscription is wrong. Eleventh brother is called 'Gu Zihe', and the inscription is actually 'Gu Zikou', and the words on the red seal also seem to be crooked. I wrote it myself."

The little guy hugged his little arm in dissatisfaction: "I use the reputation of Eleven Brother to earn improper money, let's see how I deal with him!"

With that said, Gu Nuoer squeezed into the crowd and walked to the rich businessman.

The wealthy businessman had already taken out a stack of banknotes and was about to count out fifty of them and hand them over to the street vendor.

The street vendor stared at the pair of silver notes, his eyes were straight, and he was about to drool!

Gu Nuo'er reminded softly: "Uncle rich businessman, don't rush to pay the money, look at other antiques first. If you like it, wouldn't it be better to buy it together?"

The street vendors and wealthy merchants were stunned.

They all looked at this little girl who got out of nowhere.

It looks cute and snowy, and the skin can be broken by blowing bombs.

A pair of smart big eyes, glowing with lovely innocence.

Her hair was black, her round little face was snow-white, and she was wearing a splendid little skirt.

At a glance, it comes from a wealthy family.

The vendor didn't expect that there was a little doll running out to help him make more money!

He immediately smiled and rubbed his hands together: "Yes, sir, look again, there are still things you like in the little man's stall?"