In the early morning, a red sun rises from the east, illuminating the sea surface like broken gold sprinkled on the sea, sparkling.

The sea is as calm as a mirror, but it is also golden, and the shadows reflect the rocks and sparse shrubs on the cliffs of the sea.

Although the seaside fishing village where Li Sanjian and his mother live is poor, the scenery is extremely beautiful and the air is extremely fresh.

"Jian'er, now, here you go, this is your father's brush and paint." Fu Erniang took out some brushes, paints and other things left by Li Qing and handed them to Li Sanjian.

Li Sanjian's father was a scholar and a scholar who also liked to paint on weekdays, so he left some brushes and paints.

The brush is just an ordinary sheep's hair pen, but the pigment is extremely precious, so it is a relic of Li Qing, so Fu Erniang has been preserved to this day.

At this time, Li Sanjian suddenly said to Fu Erniang that he wanted to go to the beach to paint, Fu Erniang was surprised and happy when he heard this, you must know that when Li Sanjian's father was alive, he wanted to teach Li Sanjian to read and calligraphy, painting, etc., but Li Sanjian has been demented since he was a child, where can he read and learn words?

At this time, Li Sanjian suddenly talked about painting, which made Fu Erniang very happy, could it be that he fell into the sea and was choked by the sea?

You must know that in this world, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are essential skills for scholars.

Li Sanjian can paint, which can show that Li Sanjian is not a demented child.

In fact, the only thing Li Sanjian has in common when he comes to this world is painting, and almost no one in this world can understand Li Sanjian's paintings.

As for the books, Li Sanjian basically couldn't read them, and he couldn't even recognize some words.

"Mother, there is a canvas or Xuan... Paper? Li Sanjian asked in a low voice.

These days, Li Sanjian has learned that his home is surrounded by four walls, extremely poor, and he relies on Fu Erniang to find some livelihood or help from his mother's family by the sea on weekdays, and his life is tight, and there is almost no hope for rice paper, Li Sanjian just hopes for some canvases and the like.

Sure enough, Fu Erniang wiped her hands on the apron, and said apologetically: "Jian'er, there is no rice paper, rice paper is not something our family can afford, as for the canvas, your father should have left some in the past, and my mother will go upstairs to find it for you." ”

After Fu Erniang finished speaking, she went to move the ladder, planning to find a canvas on top of the humble pavilion.

"Mother, I'll come." Li Sanjian hurriedly rushed to move the ladder before Fu Erniang.

"It's okay" Fu Erniang said happily: "Your body and bones are just better, let's come here." ”

Li Sanjian is becoming more and more sensible at present, what Li Sanjian said, Fu Erniang can almost understand, Fu Erniang feels extremely relieved, and is pleased that Li Sanjian is sensible, filial, and has a degree of advance and retreat, and if you don't understand him, you won't know that he used to be a demented child.

"Mother, the child is fine." Despite Li Sanjian's words, it was still extremely difficult to move the heavy wooden ladder, and he was so tired that he was out of breath, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

With this small body, Li Sanjian secretly said in his heart, it seems that he has to strengthen his exercise.

Li Sanjian struggled to climb up to the top of the attic, which was full of miscellaneous things, dust, and some cobwebs.

Li Sanjian rummaged through the cabinets and finally found some linen cloth from a dilapidated wooden box.

"Mother, is that it?" Li Sanjian asked as he leaned on top of the attic and held a sackcloth.

"I guess so." Fu Erniang replied: "In the past, when your father was here, he also used it to paint, but ah, your father once said that the best canvas is made of silk, called... What is it called? ”

"That's it." Li Sanjian smiled and climbed down the wooden ladder.

Silk? Silk painting? These things are not something that ordinary people can afford.

"Mother, I can't open this little box, what's in it?" Li Sanjian then asked with a delicate iron box.

"Mother doesn't know, your father said that he would show you when you grow up, but it's a pity, your brothers... Fu Erniang wiped her tears and said.

"Mother, don't be sad, don't you still have me?" Li Sanjian hurriedly comforted.

Fu Erniang looked at Li Sanjian, who was almost as tall as herself, and nodded tearfully.

Although Li Sanjian is thin, he is not short, and he is slightly taller than his peers.

"Jian'er, you're going to the beach to paint?" Fu Erniang then advised: "Be careful, don't fall into the sea again like last time, you almost scared your mother to death last time, fortunately your uncle is there, otherwise you would... ”

"Mother, don't worry, I'm this year... How old am I? Li Sanjian suddenly asked.

"You stupid boy, you're just over a month old at thirteen." Fu Erniang replied with a smile.

"Mother, you say I'm stupid again, where am I stupid?" Li Sanjian said dissatisfiedly.

"Good, good, not stupid." Fu Erniang hurriedly said: "Don't be stupid, don't be stupid, my Jian'er is the smartest person in the world." ”

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The fishing village is very small, whoever has something to do, will soon spread throughout the village, Li Sanjian from dementia to actually able to paint, the news that he became smart soon spread throughout the seaside fishing village, and everyone was happy for Fu Erniang. But the good times didn't last long, and it didn't take long for the news that Li Sanjian was sick again...

Almost every morning, Li Sanjian ran alone on the beach, and muttered to himself, I don't know what he said, at the same time, after Li Sanjian finished running, he sat on the beach and watched the sea in a daze, it seemed that he had returned to the past, the only difference was that Li Sanjian always had a drawing board in front of him, and kept drawing something on it, so the people in the fishing village were worried about Fu Erniang again.

"Dementia, dementia, eating, sleeping, sleeping, waking up, running, painting...

On this day, Li Sanjian was painting on the beach, and some children were clapping their hands and playing on the side, and the children sang songs and laughed at Li Sanjian while playing.

Li Sanjian looked at these children, shook his head, and continued to paint the beautiful scenery by the sea. What is smart?

Although Li Sanjian's body is thirteen years old, his body contains the soul of a twenty-year-old.

At this time, Li Sanjian already understood what was going on, Li Sanjian never expected that such a wonderful thing would happen to him, which made Li Sanjian extremely surprised.

Now that he has come to this world, Li Sanjian can only be at peace with what he encounters, Li Sanjian secretly said in his heart, but how to be at peace with what he encounters, Li Sanjian doesn't know where to start.

Li Sanjian's own skills are of no use in this world at all, and Li Sanjian has not figured out what era it is at this time.

However, the only thing Li Sanjian understands is that his family is relatively poor, the first thing is to get rid of poverty and become rich, at least to ensure that there is no need to worry about food and clothing, but how to get rid of poverty and become rich, Li Sanjian does not know where to start.

My only skill is painting, but can painting get rid of poverty? The answer is no, at least not for now, some people in the fishing village are poorer than Li Sanjian's family...

"Demented brother... What are you drawing? Li Sanjian was thinking wildly, when suddenly a tender voice asked.

Li Sanjian woke up immediately when he heard this, looked back, and saw a little girl about five or six years old with her hands behind her back, biting her lip, looking at the painting and asking softly.

The little girl was dressed in a short coat and a barrel skirt, all of which were five-colored gibes, and a pair of white and tender little feet were not wearing any shoes, and she stood barefoot on the ground, with a silver ornament at each ankle, and her little feet moved with a clanging sound.

The childish face is full of curiosity at this time, giving people a stunning feeling. Although the age is not large, it is a patchwork of occurrences, and in another ten years, it will definitely be the master of the disaster for the country and the people.

Although the little girl is well-behaved and cute, it has not reduced the anger in Li Sanjian's heart, dementia? Foolish? Since Li Sanjian came to this world, he has heard these words back and forth, which can't help but make Li Sanjian angry.

However, the demented brother came out of the mouth of this little girl, but it was as beautiful as the chirping of the yellow warbler...

"Shut up" Li Sanjian said viciously to the little girl: "Dementia? You're demented, your whole family is demented, please call me third brother... , scream again, be careful of Lao Tzu beating you. ”

Li Sanjian's appearance like a hungry wolf suddenly startled the little girl, and she took two steps back in horror, looking at Li Sanjian in a daze.

"You... How dare you intimidate Princess Awen like this? Seeing this, a servant of Ah Wen, who was accompanying her, shouted at Li Sanjian.

"Princess?" Li Sanjian smiled when he heard this: "In such a wild place, will there be a princess?" At most, she is the daughter of a barbarian. ”

Li Sanjian guessed correctly, Princess A Wen is actually the lord of Li Rendong, the Han name is the daughter of Wang Kunrui, and the Han name is Wang Wen.

This is also the barbaric land of Qiongtai, if you call the princess in Beijing, you will be punished for treason.

Li Sanjian said, he was too lazy to deal with them anymore, so he packed up his sketchpad and wanted to leave.

Seeing this, Wang Wen said a few words to the servant in Li, then walked over and said to Li Sanjian: "Brother, tell me, what are you painting?" It's so beautiful. ”

Li Sanjian saw Wang Wen, who had bright eyes and bright teeth, begging for himself, so he was embarrassed to get angry again, and it was not interesting to worry about a little girl who had not dried up.

So Li Sanjian pointed to the painting and said to Wang Wen: "Can't you see it? This is a landscape painting, which paints a seaside landscape. ”

"Well, look good, I've never seen such a beautiful painting." Wang Wen bit her finger and said, "Brother, do you know how to draw people?" ”

"Draw people?" Li Sanjian smiled and said, "Of course, my brother can draw anything." ”

Isn't it just a sketch? This is the most basic, Li Sanjian said secretly in his heart.

"Okay" Wang Wen clapped her hands and smiled: "You draw a picture for me, I'll take it back to show Grandma, Grandma will definitely like it." ”

"Draw you? Why should I draw you. Li Sanjian shook his head disdainfully.

Li Sanjian then carried the sketchpad on his back, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Brother, here you are... Please, draw me a picture. Wang Wen then took out a thumb-sized pearl from her bosom and begged.

The pearl is a little attractive to Li Sanjian, but just like this, Li Sanjian can't save face, so Li Sanjian shook his head and said: "Third brother, I am mighty and unyielding, rich and noble can't be lewd, a small pearl, can I make the third brother write?" You also underestimate your third brother and me too much. ”

"Brother, please."

"No, little sister, I have to go home, it's been a long delay, my mother will be worried."

"Third brother...

"You... You're too stubborn, aren't you? Well, I'll draw one for you. ”