stand back, let me come

Chapter 109 109: You are looking for the next [monthly ticket]

The maids filed in with painting tools.

Even Zhai Huan couldn't help but change his face slightly.With a sullen face, he put down the wine cup in his hand, and wanted to stand up and speak—this is not an entertainment banquet. If he really admires Mr. Qi's paintings, he can end the banquet and bring a gift to the door to ask for it instead of treating him. The contemptuous attitude of an actor...

Is the sheriff looking for fun with prayers?

However, these thoughts were only circling in my mind, and I didn't express them in my mouth, because I received hints from Qishan's eyes halfway, signaling him not to intervene.Zhai Huan hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, drank the wine cup in one gulp, and found an excuse to go outside the hall to get some air.

The sheriff saw all of this.

Secretly sneered: "The young man is still too impatient."

Seeing that Qishan was holding the pen with his right hand, his posture was skillful and natural, and his writing was decisive and neat, he asked, "Can you paint with your left hand, sir?"

Qishan replied naturally: "Yes, I learned it for a while when I was young, but I am not as flexible as my right hand."

The county guard recalled in a chatty tone: "When I was young, I also knew a friend who could draw with his left hand, but he was not curious to learn, but was born like this. For him, the left hand is far better than the right hand. Coincidentally, He has the same name and surname as you."

Qishan said lightly: "Oh, such a coincidence?"

The county guard was a little embarrassed: "When I saw Mr. Danqing earlier, I thought it was that friend who came to Xiaocheng to visit our residence."

Hearing the words, Qishan handed over the pen to his left hand, and said in the same way: "The governor and his friends have a very deep relationship and a deep friendship?"

The sheriff sighed: "Yes, it's a pity I haven't seen you for many years."

Qishan smiled and said nothing, focusing on drawing paper.

Paint with your left hand?

The people at the meeting were not interested in it.

Because people in the world are right-handed and respect the right, left-handed people are a special case.Even if some people are born more left-handed, the elders in the family will correct it by means.Deliberately learning to draw with the left hand, isn't it just a small way to sensationalize the public?
Even if there are guests chatting with a smile.

"In my humble opinion, when learning to paint, three points of talent and seven points of hard work are the most important things. Solid painting skills and a solid foundation are the most important. What hand you use to paint is secondary. If you are naturally good at using your left hand, the elders in the family will also be good at it. If it is not corrected in time, there is nothing to say. But if you waste your energy for a gimmick, wouldn’t it be putting the cart before the horse?"

In this world, "painting" is more often used for entertainment, and ordinary literary scholars do not put much effort into this aspect.With this time, wouldn't it be better to study the spirit of speech and meditate more?If you indulge too much, you will be labeled as "playing things and losing your mind".

Because he didn't know how good the relationship between the sheriff and his friend was, he left that "friend" out and only prayed for good.

After speaking, a familiar guest smiled and echoed.

The sheriff didn't say a word.

When the guests saw this, they knew that praying for kindness had no weight in the eyes of the sheriff. It was a dispensable thing that could be used for fun, and did not need much respect.As a result, the content of chats became more discussions about "leftists", or "strange stories", or "gossip and gossip".

Qishan remained as still as a mountain, neither angry at being humiliated nor ashamed at being ridiculed, as if the twittering around his ears was all noisy nonsense, and it had nothing to do with him, and his heart lake couldn't be aroused in the slightest There are waves.

While sipping tea, the sheriff secretly looked at praying for good.

Heart wavering.

It's not that he suspects that Qi Shan is the "Qi Shan" he knows, he doubted it before he met anyone, and he still has trouble sleeping and eating because of it, wishing to send someone to assassinate him, but he is too afraid to act rashly.It was not until meeting the real person that the suspended heart was relieved.

The two are too different to be the same.

But he suspected that the person in front of him might have been sent by his political opponents to disgust him, and "Praying for Good" was not his real name.In this way, doubts make sense.That's why the county magistrate let it go and hinted at other people's ridicule, which also meant to irritate and test him.

Not long after, Qishan handed in the painting.

The sheriff didn't take a closer look, he clapped his hands and praised Qishan for his excellent painting skills, and the other guests also praised him in a face-saving way, as if they weren't the ones who were eccentric and scolding him not long ago.Qishan didn't bother to deal with it, so he just made excuses and left with the plate of rewards.

Not long after going out, he met Zhai Huan who was going back to the main hall.

Qi Shan said: "Mr. Zhai Dalang is a guest here?"

Zhai Huan: "Visit celebrities."

celebrity? ? ?

His enemy? ? ?
Qi Shan tilted his head, recalled for a while, and remembered.

His enemy is fast and can hug his thighs, but he has a bad reputation.In order to make up for the shortcomings, celebrities from all over Sibao County are often invited to play together, and the four words "follow what you like" are brought to the extreme.

He will not let any famous person pass by his site, so that the guests can fully feel the hospitality of the host, send money, send warmth, and be righteous and generous.

After coming and going, she became a well-known celebrity (yuan), and she has a sense of presence in the celebrity circle (famous lady circle).

Qishan asked with a smile: "How is he?"

Zhai Huan: "..."

Although he didn't speak, his indescribable expression seemed to have said everything, which made Qi Shan feel much happier.

He patted Zhai Huan on the shoulder and said mysteriously, "It's fun."

Zhai Huan: "Play?"

"I heard that the concubines raised by this county guard's backyard are all extremely beautiful and unparalleled in appearance, my little friend may be blessed..."

Zhai Huan: "..."

His expression became more and more rigid, seeing that Qi Shan was in a good mood, he made a "flick" motion on his shoulder, as if Zhai Huan had gotten some stolen goods in this house, he laughed and walked away.

Zhai Huan rushed to Qishan's back and said, "Sir, be careful too."

Since the sheriff's gold and jade are ruined, he will not let Qishan take away those gold ingots easily, so he still can't relax his vigilance.Qishan naturally knows this truth.

But he didn't panic at all, and used the money to buy a lot under the eyes of the people sent by the county government, but he didn't buy all the rice grains, most of them were wood charcoal fire, cloth seeds, a few agricultural tools, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, which made people mess up. It's not clear what he wants to do.

Loaded more than 40 cars.

Qishan is either on the way to buy, buy, or buy, to drink and have fun, and sometimes the drunkard who catches the wine shop can chat for a while.

Nothing useful.

There was a lot of nonsense, which made people yawn again and again.

Qishan enjoys it, and occasionally buys high-quality ingredients or small dried fish with his raccoon slave named "Su Shang".

After three or four days like this, Qishan finally stepped out of Xiaocheng with a lot of money.As soon as he left on his front foot, a group of people followed him on his back foot.

Thievous eyebrows and mouse eyes, with malicious intentions.

They also happened to hear that this poor scribe was rich, and based on the principle of missing this village and not having this shop, they planned to make a fortune.

Unexpectedly, following to the outskirts, the person in sight suddenly disappeared.

"People? Where are people?"

"Why did you suddenly disappear?"

Just when they were panicking, a laugh came from behind them.

"You gentlemen are looking for me?"

Turning around, I saw a thin Qingshan scribe in green clothes, holding a long sword and smiling, looking like a straight green bamboo from a distance.

Thieves: "..."

Just half an hour.

Qishan threw away the handkerchief that wiped the blood on the sword.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, he leisurely walked towards the deep mountain.

Vaguely, he could still hear him whispering to others.

"Su Shang, go back with Dad and ring the bell."

"What clock do you ask?"

"Of course it's the death knell for that villain!"

(End of this chapter)