Other vendors were shouting loudly, almost to the point of breaking their throats, and passing pedestrians naturally knew what they were selling. But when Li Youyun sat there, who would know he was making a living by selling calligraphy and paintings?
Moreover, Li Youyun was just an impoverished scholar. How could anyone inquire about his calligraphy and paintings?
"Hey, are you a scholar?"
Suddenly, an elderly woman dressed in linen clothing came up to Li Youyun, looking at him with some confusion.
Li Youyun's face showed slight redness, but he hurriedly stood up and respectfully said, "Indeed, I am a scholar. Madam, are you interested in buying a painting?"
"I don't know a single character, old as I am. Buying your painting won't serve as food or clothing. Why would I buy it?" The elderly woman said with a grin.
"Then you are...?" Li Youyun asked in a daze.
"Ah."
