The group walked along the street for a while, and walked to a restaurant of Mingjiao's "Fumanlou", and the Confucian student hesitated for a while and invited Yang Yi to enter.

Yang Yi observed the family of three, the Confucian was a little embarrassed, the woman's face was slightly red, and the child named "Xiaoduan" looked at the gorgeously decorated restaurant with an excited face.

Yang Yi was an old fritter in society in his previous life, how could he not know the reason.

This family seems to be just ordinary people, and it is estimated that they rarely go to such a high-end place to consume.

From entering the feudal society to the post-modern 21st century, human society has always been divided between the rich and the poor, and it is just a matter of course for the rich to eat the income of the poor or even the average family for a year or several years.

Yang Yi looked up and looked along the street, and happened to see a wine shop at the end of the street, and the people who came in and out were all Pingjia people, pointed to the wine shop and smiled: "Let's go there to drink." ”

"Nine Emperor Princes, this... Confucian also knew that Yang Yi saw his embarrassment, and Yang Yi knew that a scholar loves face.

Yang Yi waved his hand casually and said, "You don't have to care, I believe you also know that although I am the Nine Emperor Princes, in fact, everyone calls me the Nine Nerds of the Plague God behind my back." ”

He pointed to the "Fumanlou" behind him and said, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I haven't entered such a high-end restaurant, how can I be ugly when I go in later?" Let's go, go there, I think it's good there. “

As he spoke, he went straight to the wine shop at the end of the street, and the Confucian couple looked at each other, and they had some mixed tastes in their hearts, so they hurried to follow.

Entering the wine shop, Confucian asked for a private room.

It is said to be a private room, but it is actually a simple room, but it does not have the elegance of cypress sandalwood and bird screens in high-end restaurants. Confucius ordered some of the specialties in the restaurant.

Yang Yi saw that the price was quite reasonable, so he didn't say more.

A few people sat down and chatted, Yang Yi knew that Confucianism's name was "Liu Wenzheng", and his wife was called Xiuniang, this Liu Wenzheng was still a talent, and his father used to be a county magistrate in Yunzhou.

Eleven years ago, the northern barbarian Di army invaded the south, and the imperial court ordered no resistance, resulting in Yunyou Erzhou falling into the hands of the enemy, and the people were displaced.

At the beginning, Yang Yi almost didn't scold his mother when he saw this "Di Guang Alliance", as a Chinese in later generations, no one knew the dark history from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the anti-Japanese period of the Republic of China, and various treaties were like a slaughtering knife, dividing the fat of the Chinese land little by little.

In recent decades, it seems that Daguang is on the road of no return.

Having said that, after the signing of the Xiangjiang Alliance, Di Di withdrew from Yunzhou, and Yunzhou was already in ruins, with countless deaths and injuries.

In order to calm the resentment of the government and the opposition, the imperial court issued an order that all officials were punished below the Yunzhou Assassin History, Yunzhou Assassin Yan Ding, Sima Zhongjian beheaded, and most of the previous officials were sent to exile.

Liu Wenzheng's father and mother died one after another on the way to Lingnan.

Liu Wenzheng was helped by his father's friends before his death, and when he came to this imperial capital, he set up a stall to paint and write for others, and later got married and had children, which can be regarded as a stable life.

The reason why Liu Wenzheng doesn't mind Yang Yi, the plague god, and acts as a gift of gratitude and retribution, may also be because of his own experience, although Yang Yi is unpopular, he is also a prince.

Liu Wenzheng was exiled with his parents back then, and the desolation was still victorious, and then he was helped by his father's friends so that he would not starve to death in the wilderness, and his gratitude was repaid.

Since Yang Yi came to this other world, in addition to his mother, it was the first time that he had someone who could chat.

Both of them have ups and downs, under the spirits, the words are gradually increasing, from the rice, oil and salt to the general trend of the world, from the street vendors to the words of the ancients, Liu Wenzheng is a talented person, and his knowledge is not shallow, Yang Yi is a person from later generations, although he does not learn and has no skills, but it is enough to show enough knowledge and insight in front of an ancient.

In the depths of the words, the consternation in Liu Wenzheng's heart was indescribable.

It is really difficult to understand that a person who is stupid in the world can say that "there are two tragedies in life: one is that all thoughts are lost, and the other is full of ambition." "That's it.

Yang Yi handed the chicken leg that had been fat to the "little end" who was about to poke his head into the bowl and said with a smile: "Ya won't give you anything to eat, your hara is about to flow to the table." ”

Xiao Duan smiled innocently, first took the chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, and then touched his mother's blaming eyes, and his mother could only show a look of wanting to cry without tears, which caused a table of people to laugh.

Yang Yi and Liu Wenzheng touched a glass of wine, Liu Wenzheng got up to pour it for Yang Yi, Yang Yi waved his hand and signaled himself to come.

"I said Brother Liu, I see that you are full of wealth, and you are not an old-fashioned person, why don't you take the test to become an official." Yang Yiyi raised his hand and signaled to finish the wine in the cup.

Liu Wenzheng was stunned, took a sip of the wine, and said helplessly: "When I was in Yunzhou with my father in the past, I was also inspired to set a high school example, and take my father as an example, and be a parent official worthy of the heart of heaven and earth to benefit the people." However, after the Yunzhou incident, what the imperial court did was really people..."

When he said this, his wife on the side gently tugged at the corner of Liu Wenzheng's clothes, lest he say something bad, after all, there was an emperor's son sitting in front of him.

Yang Yi didn't mind, shook the wine glass in his hand and said: "You scholars have a saying that everything is inferior, only reading is high." But I still know that there is a saying that uselessness is a scholar. ”

"Three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion, we look at things from different angles, and the right and wrong we observe are also different. For example, the frog at the bottom of the well is sleepy and watching the sky, this is the most direct perspective of the problem, why do you sit in the well instead of standing on it? “

Liu Wenzheng shook his head bitterly: "It's useless to be a scholar,,, I think I really have no other use than to be able to read and write." “

"Whether you have merit or not doesn't seem to affect you to create more desirable things, you like to paint, you can paint mountains and rivers, shrimps, eggs."

Saying that, Yang Yi pointed to the street outside the pavilion window: "I know that there is a hand-me-down painting, which depicts the peddlers and pawns on this street, all kinds of things, and now it seems that you want to paint such a masterpiece is far more likely than those so-called elegant literati in the Guozi Prison, because you are one of them, and you know this street better than anyone else." “

"Draw this street?"

"That's right! Draw this street? ,,,Wait, draw this street! Yang Yi suddenly frowned, got up and opened the attic windowsill, and the noisy sound of shouting and shouting on the street instantly filled everyone's ears.

Yang Yi half-covered the window, his wrist rested on the edge of the window, and his index finger gently hit up and down, looking at the various people on the street shuttling back and forth.

This era is not as fast-paced as later societies, and most people know how to adapt to their own lives.

The pawn forces, the pedestrians, the nobles, the literati are elegant, and every detail has the uniqueness of this dynasty or this era.

"Nine... The Nine Emperors? Did something happen? Liu Wenzheng stepped forward to look at Yang Yi, who was distracted, and then looked at the cumbersome street, and there seemed to be nothing abnormal.

Yang Yi didn't answer, as if he was thinking about something, the change between his eyebrows was abnormal, and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry.

In the middle of the sound, Liu Wenzheng was strange to himself, thinking that this nine nerds were sick again, and he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, Yang Yi turned his head to look at Liu Wenzheng who was looking at Mu Ne, and then looked at the embroidery girl who was a little scared behind him, and seemed to say something to himself.

"Qingming Riverside Map! Textile embroidery version of the Qingming Riverside Map! ”

Yang Yi paced twice in place, looked up at Liu Wenzheng after a moment of contemplation, and said with a smile: "Brother Liu, there is a reluctant invitation below." “

Liu Wenzheng and his wife looked at each other, and some didn't know how to answer, a prince asked for help from his family, but it was not enough to bite the bullet and nod his head.

Yang Yi saw that the two were embarrassed, laughed, returned to the table, motioned for the husband and wife to sit down, and drank all three bowls of wine and said: "Don't worry, although this matter is a little difficult, but it is a good thing, if there is no accident, Brother Liu can not only make enough money, but also leave a name for eternity." ”

Liu Wenzheng has always heard that not everyone who has been a reader has loved money since ancient times, but if there is one thing or a work that can make it famous through the ages, I am afraid that no one can not be interested.

Yang Yi took a sip of wine from his wine glass, and organized the following words: "Brother Liu, I know that in a distant place, where the people are just like us, there is a painter who painted a painting, a long street scene, and achieved a famous painting through the ages. ”

"Painting these peddlers and pawns on the street?"

Liu Wenzheng was a little shocked, the poetry and paintings of the literati and artists of the Great Light Dynasty were all based on the theme of landscapes, flowers and birds, and they could also express various self-feelings in an intentional manner, whether sad or happy, or sad or angry.

But I've never heard of anyone painting a secular scene on the street.

"Yes, it is to paint the worldly world before your eyes.

If you can draw the prosperous street scene of Diqing, you can express the prosperity of Diqing at this time, and many years later will leave a detailed appearance of the customs and culture of the Great Guang Dynasty to future generations, which is called historical and cultural heritage, which is a priceless treasure! ”

"Historical and cultural heritage?"

"Yes, when the time comes, I will ask my sister-in-law to find some sisters from the embroidery room to show this picture on the table, and I will dedicate it to my father when I am in Shangyuan."

Because he did not understand the level of Liu Wenzheng's paintings, for the sake of insurance, Yang Yi proposed to show off the paintings and use hardware to enhance its value.

In the previous life, you can buy the spinning and embroidery decorations of "Qingming Riverside Map" on a treasure on the Internet, but in ancient times, this was a precedent.

"You mean the emperor will see this painting?" Liu Wenzheng said a little excitedly.

"Of course I want him to see it, not only for him to see it, but also for him to write for this topic! We want to create a royal brand! Let's open another painting and embroidery workshop to make a brand effect. ”

"Brand effect?"

Seeing Liu Wenzheng's puzzled face, Yang Yi smiled: "This is all later, I will elaborate at that time, and say Brother Liu, do you do it or not, if you do it, just pick up the wine glass and let's drink it." ”

As he spoke, Yang Yi raised his wine glass and stared straight at Liu Wenzheng.

Obviously, Yang Yi's cannon-like words have exceeded the comprehension of Liu Wenzheng, a Confucian scholar, but instinct told him that this may be an opportunity to change his fate.

Liu Wenzheng's eyes were slightly red, he looked at his wife, and then at Duan'er, who was immersed in hard work, but in the end, he still didn't resist the temptation of leaving a name for eternity, and took the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.