Farmhouse Pastoral Notes

Chapter 283 A Painting
"Miss Qiu'er, you're here. The young master is asking a doctor inside. Should you go to the study in the backyard or wait in the shop?"

As soon as Pu entered the door, Chunqiu was discovered by the drug boy who was picking up people at the side. Before he could react, he was knocked down by a series of words from the other party.

"Uh...then I'd better go to the study in the backyard. When the senior brother is done, I have to trouble the younger brother to inform me." Chunqiu glanced at the crowd around the thatched cottage, and wisely chose the former.

In recent years, as Zhou Huaiyan got older, his medical skills became more and more exquisite, and his reputation in the entire Linfang County was comparable to that of Zhou Miracle Doctor. In addition, Zhou Huaiyan's extraordinary beauty was praised by the people around him. As the reincarnation of a fairy, as long as Zhou Huaiyan comes out for consultation on weekdays, the herbal hall will be overcrowded that day. Of course, most of the patients are women.

It seems that no matter whether it is later generations or ancient times, looking at the face is very important.

After Chunqiu finished feeling emotional, she followed the drug boy in front of her to the backyard.

"...Miss Qiuer, please come this way." Yaotong turned his head to lead Chunqiu the way, and brought Chunqiu to the door of Zhou Huaiyan's study before turning and leaving.

Pushing open the door, Chunqiu quietly entered the door. Usually when Chunqiu comes over, as long as Zhou Huaiyan is busy, Zhou Huaiyan will arrange her to wait for him in the study in the backyard. After all, there are many books in the study. If Zhou Huaiyan comes late, Chunqiu can also read them. Some books to relieve boredom.

As usual, Chunqiu quickly walked around the row of bookshelves behind the desk. On that row of bookshelves were classical Chinese that Chunqiu didn't like. Chunqiu had never read them since he took an obscure one, It's just that these classical Chinese texts are too difficult to understand, and there are no annotations below the articles. For half-literate people like Chunqiu, there is simply no cure.

Since the last time I was tortured, I was dying, and every time I came here after Spring and Autumn, I would consciously bypass the row of bookshelves in front of me.

Zhou Huaiyan's study can only be regarded as his resting place on weekdays, so the place here is not big, and there are not many books. Most of the annotations of medical books are placed by Zhou Huaiyan in Zhou's study, although there are also a few books here. The medical books that Zhou Huaiyan specially released were reserved for Chunqiu to relieve boredom, but Chunqiu had already finished reading those few medical books.

There is a row of small bookshelves behind the bookshelves, about one-third of the height of the front bookshelves, which are usually blocked by the big bookshelves in front, so it is almost impossible to find them unless you walk in and look.

This can also be regarded as the secret base of Zhou Huaiyan and Chunqiu. It was proposed by Chunqiu at the beginning. The purpose was to find a place to put the story books. Miscellaneous talks, interesting stories from various places, etc., etc., when she was at home, although her mother Yuan did not restrict her to see these things, her mother strongly prohibited things that looked similar to Liaozhai in Spring and Autumn, and the reason was These things are scary.

Chunqiu had no choice but to move all the words she liked to Zhou Huaiyan's place, and when he was free, he would come over to take a look to relieve boredom.

Chunqiu bent down and found the storybook she had read halfway last time. The surface of the storybook had a dark blue cover, and the left side was sewn with white thread. Barely able to recognize the word "youqing", as for the content, it seems to be similar to the later "A Chinese Ghost Story", Chunqiu shook his head, and after coming out with the book, he sat down at Zhou Huaiyan's desk and read it.

Whether it is ancient or later, the words used to describe those ghosts have a hint of mystery. Chunqiu looked at them and savored the descriptions inside. Not to mention, the picture is quite strong. Chunqiu looked at it with relish, I saw the end before I knew it. As for the follow-up development, I have to go to the bookstore and buy the next one.

Cut, Chunqiu pursed his lips in disdain, weighed the few thin pages in his hand, and secretly scolded those people in the bookstore as profiteers, and sold books in bookstores like this with low quality, noisy paper and unexquisite packaging It costs 15 copper coins. In fact, the cost of making this kind of script is less than 5 coins, and the profit is almost doubled. So I wrote down the passionate novels I saw from later generations, and it was a lucrative business.

After Chunqiu sighed, he casually threw the script in his hand aside, and made a mental note to buy the second half of the script when he went back. Although he clearly knew that these scripts were all a routine, Chunqiu still liked to read them. There is no way to drill inside, the itching feeling is really hard to control.

"Eh? It seems that there are a lot of patients this time, otherwise, according to the usual time, the senior brother would have come here long ago."

Chunqiu sat on the stool and talked to himself, with his legs swinging back and forth underneath.

Since the senior brother hasn't come back yet, then she is picking up a story book and reading it. Chunqiu found a reason for his desire to read the story book. When he was about to go to get it, his arm accidentally swept to the table beside him, knocking the table away. The things on it fell to the ground, and even the inkstone full of ink fell off.

There was a "thud" in my heart, the age was dark, did she cause trouble?
Not caring about what she was saying, Chunqiu hurried to the side, squatted down and began to tidy up.

Because the ink was all spilled on these things, Chunqiu did not forget to find a rag to wipe it dry at the same time. Fortunately, there was little ink spilled, except for ink spots on some rice paper, the rest were not a major problem.

"Oh? What is this? A painting?" Chunqiu picked up a pair of tied scrolls, a little curious, why didn't the senior brother put the scrolls into the microphone at the side.

Unconsciously untiing the rope on the painting scroll, Chunqiu found a clean place around, and unfolded the painting scroll from top to bottom.

Unexpectedly, Chunqiu, who thought it was a sketch of flowers, did not expect that the person in this painting was actually himself. The background was a fiery red maple leaf forest. Chunqiu was wearing a pink skirt with fluttering skirts and a bright face.

This dress was last time when the two of them went to Xiaohan Mountain. Chunqiu remembered the flaming red maple leaf forest, which was breathtakingly beautiful. However, Chunqiu didn’t frown slightly, and his expression was a little confused. She remembered that they didn’t take anything when they went. , Brother, when did you draw this?

In addition to the figure Chunqiu in the painting, there are also two small lines of inscriptions in the upper right corner of the scroll.

It's just a simple Maple Leaf poem, with the date of signature beside it, anyway, Chunqiu didn't see any tricks, forget it, she'd better prepare to ask her senior brother when she comes back, anyway, it's just a painting, it's not a big deal.

　The author went to the hospital~~

　　I have a stomach problem, the next one may have to wait for the night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)