Chapter 109 109: You guys are looking for me [please vote]
The maids filed in carrying painting equipment.
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 was about to stand up and speak - this was not a meandering banquet for entertainment. If he really admired Mr. Qi's paintings, he could have ended the banquet and came to the door with a heavy gift to ask for it, instead of treating him with treatment. The scornful attitude of an actor...
Is the county governor looking for fun in praying for good deeds?
However, these thoughts only circulated in my mind and were not expressed in words, because halfway, I received a hint from Qi Shan's eyes, telling him not to interfere. Zhai Huan hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips, drank the wine in one gulp, and found an excuse to go outside the hall to get some fresh air.
The county guard saw all this.
Secretly sneered: "Young people are still too impatient."
Seeing Qishan holding the pen in his right hand, with a skillful and natural posture, and decisive and neat strokes, he asked: "Sir, can you paint with your left hand? "
Qishan answered naturally: "Yes, I was curious and studied for a while when I was young, but I just It’s not as flexible as the right hand.”
The governor recalled in a casual tone: “When I was young, I also knew a friend who could draw with his left hand, but he didn’t learn it out of curiosity, it was natural to him. , the left hand is much easier to use than the right hand. It’s a coincidence that he has the same name as you.”
Qishan said calmly: "Oh, such a coincidence?"
The county governor was a little embarrassed: "When I saw Mr. Danqing earlier, I thought it was the friend who came to Xiaocheng to see me."
Pray for good things and hand over the pen after hearing the words The left hand also spoke fluently: "The county governor has a very close relationship with his friend, a deep friendship?"
The county governor sighed: "Yes, it's a pity that we haven't seen each other for many years."
Qi Shan smiled and Without saying a word, he concentrated on drawing paper.
Painting with your left hand?
No one at the table was interested in this.
Because everyone in the world uses their right hand and respects the right hand, those who use the left hand have become a special case. Even if some people are born more left-handed, the elders in the family will use methods to correct it. Isn't deliberately learning to draw with the left hand just a small way to impress people?
Even if there are guests, they are smiling and chatting.
“In my humble opinion, when learning to paint, one-third of it is talent and seven-tenth of hard work. Solid painting skills and a solid foundation are the most important. Which hand you use to paint is secondary. If you are born with good skills It’s okay to use your left hand and the elders in your family didn’t correct it in time. But if you waste your energy just for a gimmick, isn’t it putting the cart before the horse?”
In this world, "painting" is mostly used for entertainment, and generally literary scholars will not put much effort into this aspect. If you have this time, wouldn't it be better to study more on spirituals and meditation? If you indulge too much, you will be labeled as "losing your mind by playing with things."
Because he didn't know how good the relationship between the county governor and his friend was, he left the "friend" out and only prayed for the unknown.
After saying this, a familiar customer smiled and agreed.
The county guard said nothing.
When the guests saw this, they knew that Qi Shan had no weight in the eyes of the county governor. He was a dispensable thing that could be used for fun and did not need much respect. As a result, the chat content included more discussions about "leftists", "odd stories", or "scandal gossip".
Qi Shan remained motionless, neither angry at being humiliated nor ashamed at being ridiculed. It seemed as if the chatter around his ears was all nonsense and had nothing to do with him, and his heart could not be stirred at all. Children's waves.
While drinking tea, the county guard secretly looked at Qi Shan.
My heart is wavering.
It's not that he doubted that Qi Shan was the "Qi Shan" he knew. He had doubted it before he met him. He had trouble sleeping and eating because of it. He wanted to send someone to assassinate him, but he was afraid that he wouldn't. Dare to act rashly. It wasn't until I met the real person that I felt relieved.
The two are too different to be the same person.
But he suspected that the person in front of him might have been sent by his political opponents to disgust him, and "Qi Shan" was not his real name. In this way, the doubts are justified. Therefore, the county magistrate allowed others to ridicule him, and also intended to provoke and test him.
Not long after, Qi Shan made a painting.
The county guard didn't take a closer look, he praised Qishan's painting skills with his hands, and the other guests also praised him very much, as if they weren't the ones who were so weird and scolding Huai not long ago. Qi Shan was too lazy to deal with the fuss, so he just made an excuse and left with the plate of remuneration.
Not long after leaving the house, I met Zhai Huan who was going back to the main hall.
Qi Shan said: "Mr. Zhai Dalang is here to be a guest?"
Zhai Huan: "Visiting celebrities."
Celebrities? ? ?
His enemy? ? ?
Qishan tilted his head, thought about it for a while, and finally remembered.
His enemy is a fast climber and good at hugging thighs, but he has a bad reputation. In order to make up for his shortcomings, he often invites famous people from all over Sibao County to play together, taking the four words "according to their preferences" to the extreme. He would not let any famous people pass by his territory, letting the guests fully feel the host's hospitality. He would give money, people and warmth, and he was righteous, warm and generous.
After going back and forth, she actually became a famous celebrity (wonder) far and wide, and she had a strong presence in the celebrity circle (socialite circle).
Qishan asked with a smile: "How is he?"
Zhai Huan: "..."
Although he did not speak, his expression seemed to be difficult to explain. Everything was said, and Qi Shan felt very happy when he saw it.
He patted Zhai Huan on the shoulder and said mysteriously: "It's fun."
Zhai Huan: "Fun?"
"I heard that the concubines raised in the backyard of this county governor are all... Despite her extremely beautiful appearance and unparalleled beauty, my little friend may be blessed..."
Zhai Huan: "..."
His expression became stiffer and stiffer. Seeing that Qishan was in a good mood, he made a "brushing" motion on his shoulder, as if Zhai Huan was here. The house got some stolen goods, laughed loudly, and walked away.
Zhai Huan said to Qi Shan's back: "Sir, be careful."
Since the governor's gold and jade were exposed, he would not let Qi Shan easily take away those gold ingots, so he still couldn't let down his guard. Qi Shan naturally also knows this truth.
But he didn't panic at all. He used the money to make purchases under the eyes of the people sent by the county government. But he didn't buy all rice and grain. Most of them were wood, charcoal, cloth, seeds, and a few farm tools, pens and ink. Paper and inkstone, people can't figure out what he wants to do.
More than forty cars were loaded.
Qishan is either on the way shopping or drinking and having fun. Sometimes he catches a drunkard in a wine shop and chats for an hour.
No useful content at all.
It was nonsense that made people yawn again and again.
Qi Shan enjoys it, and occasionally buys good ingredients or dried fish with his raccoon slave called "Su Shang".
After three or four days of this, Qishan finally left Xiaocheng with all his money. As soon as he left, a group of people followed him on the back.
Thiefy eyebrows and evil intentions.
They also accidentally heard that this poor scribe had a huge fortune, and based on the principle that there was no such shop in this village, they planned to do something big.
Unexpectedly, when we followed him to the suburbs, the person in his sight suddenly disappeared.
"Man? Where is the man?"
"Why did he suddenly disappear?"
Just when they were panicking, a laugh came from behind.
"Are you looking for me?"
When I turned around, I saw a thin, green-robed scribe, holding a long sword in his hand and smiling. From a distance, he looked like a straight green bamboo.
The thieves: "..."
It's only half a quarter of an hour.
Qi Shan threw away the handkerchief used to wipe the blood on the sword.
Sheathed the sword and walked leisurely towards the mountains.
Faintly, you can still hear him whispering to others.
"Su Shang, go back with your father to ring the bell."
"What bell are you ringing?"
"Of course it is to ring the death knell of the gangster!"< br>
(End of this chapter)