Even if Liu Shuyi broke his tongue and even moved out of His Majesty the Emperor, he couldn't make Tang Xiao change his mind, so he could only watch him give orders indiscriminately.

First, the craftsmen arranged five printing templates and sent them to the newspapers of Changsun, Wei Chi, Cheng and Yu, so that they could print 50,000 newspapers each, and the last template was brought back to Nanshan Grange by Wang Shiyong.

Then he ordered that from the next month, all the craftsmen of the printing workshop would be merged into the Nanshan Grange Printing Workshop. The printing shop was renamed Yunge Books, and was only responsible for the sale of newspapers and books and the negotiation of advertising investment.

Finally, it was announced that the monthly report would be changed to a ten-month report, with three monthly issues and 500,000 copies of each issue issued free of charge.

In the face of this successive heavy hammers, Liu Shuyi only felt that his head was dazed, and it became difficult to breathe. Even though he didn't understand what advertising was, he felt it wasn't a good thing.

You have to play Your Majesty as soon as possible, and you must not let Your Highness fool around like this!

Just after noon, the sky was once again full of snow. The wind is howling and the snow is like snowflakes.

The carriage drove slowly on the small road in the eastern suburbs of Chang'an, lifted the curtain and looked out, the river was frozen, and the four fields were white.

As the saying goes, 'the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, the snow is stacked on top of each other and the trees are thin, and the cars and horses leave snow marks'.

Liu Shuyi's helpless and sad state of mind at the moment can only be summed up in such a sentence.

Not far away, the small village is surrounded by water, more than ten houses are built in a scattered manner, with snow-covered roofs and bamboo fences. The carriage stopped in a clearing in front of the village, and Tang Xiao jumped out of the carriage and looked around with his hands behind his back.

"Steward Liu, does Boss Liu live here?"

Liu Shuyi looked sideways at Tang Xiao, who was admiring the snow, smiled helplessly, and replied, "Your Highness, my father has been living here for the past few years. ”

Tang Xiao followed behind Liu Shuyi, and after a while, he came to a small courtyard.

In the courtyard, a white-haired old man was clearing the snow, his movements were very slow, and he looked a little powerless.

Tang Xiao turned his head and was about to ask, but saw Liu Shuyi hurriedly step forward to support the old man, and said with concern: "Father, just leave these things to the servants to do, why don't you always listen." ”

The old man raised his head and said with a smile: "It's not in the way, my father just wants to move his muscles and bones." ”

At this moment, Tang Xiao saw the old man's face clearly. The face was very thin, with wrinkles like furrows and age spots on the sideburns. The old man had thin lips, a hooked nose, and sharp eyes.

The two met their eyes, and the old man smiled and arched his hand: "Meet His Royal Highness King Anle." ”

Seeing that the old man revealed his identity, Tang Xiao hurriedly returned the salute: "I have seen Mr. Liu without worry." ”

Follow the father and son into the house, the cottage is simple and clean. There is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, which is neat and orderly. Several scrolls are inserted diagonally in the porcelain vase at the corner of the table, and a chessboard is placed on a low table next to it, with black and white chess pieces.

There were several paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, and one of them immediately attracted Tang Xiao's attention.

In the painting, the snow weighs on the branches of a tree, and the painting shows an old man with a hat and a large dog beside him. The big dog was pounced on a cloud of snow, its mouth wide open as if barking. In the distance, a group of boys pointed to the big dog and smiled, as if they had seen something particularly funny.

"What does Your Highness think of this painting?"

"The old man has done a good job of painting, and the characters in the painting are subtle and slightly warped. I guess the main character in this painting is probably this barking dog, right? ”

Hearing this, Liu Laoweng laughed. After a long time, the laughter gradually stopped, and then he slowly spoke: "Your Highness can have such a unique opinion, and it is not in vain that the old man hung this painting and waited for His Highness for a month." ”

Hearing this, Tang Xiao blinked, a little dazed.

Could it be that this painting was specially made for him by Liu Jiren?

When he saw this painting for the first time, Tang Xiao remembered an allusion: the southern dog barked at the snow. It's just that what does this Boss Liu want to convey to him through such a painting?

A trace of doubt flashed in Tang Xiao's eyes, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, and said, "The boss really lifted me up, and I just talked nonsense, and I didn't have any opinions." ”

Hearing Tang Xiao say this, Liu Jiren stroked his white beard and laughed a few times, but did not continue to ask. Instead, they diverted the topic and started chatting.

The two chatted about some of the customs of Jingzhou, and whenever the conversation rose, Liu Jiren always had a little finishing touch, which surprised Tang Xiao.

"Dare to ask the boss, have you ever been to Jingzhou?"

Liu Jiren bowed his head and said, "The old man traveled in Jingzhou for a year and a half many years ago. ”

This afternoon, Liu Jiren didn't mention anything about Yunlan Pavilion, and Tang Xiao didn't ask. The old man and the young man talked about it and pulled it to the west, and it was quite speculative to talk about it.

When parting, Liu Jiren took the painting off the wall and wrote two lines of words with a pen.

Pengmen Lao Su returned at dusk, and the snow covered Qianmo's return late.

The boy smiled and asked whose dog it was, why it barked wildly in the snow.

When Tang Xiao saw the words 'Liu Wenjing' at the checkout, a touch of surprise flashed on his face.

It turns out that this old man who is nearly seventy years old is also a cow!

After waiting for the ink to dry, Liu Wenjing put away the painting and handed it to Tang Xiao.

"The old man gave this painting to His Royal Highness, and I hope His Highness will use this painting to encourage himself."

Tang Xiao respectfully took the painting into his hand, exchanged a few words, and returned to Chang'an City with Liu Shuyi by car.

In the study room of Anle Wangfu, Tang Xiao looked at the painting that had just been hung on the wall, and a trace of realization flashed in his heart.

Nan dog barks in the snow, why?

Haven't seen the world before? Or is there a deeper layer of meaning?

After a long time, there was a sound of slapping clothes outside the door, which made Tang Xiao come back to his senses.

I saw Mr. Du push the door in, and a cluster of snowflakes was still left overhead.

Seeing this, Tang Xiao casually asked, "Sir, is it snowing outside the house again?" ”

Du Ruhui nodded and said, "It's been an hour." ”

Hearing this, Tang Xiao was a little surprised: it turned out that he had been standing in front of this painting for more than an hour, and he didn't even notice it.

Du Ruhui glanced up at the painting on the wall and asked, "Your Highness went to see Lord Liu Jiren today?" ”

"Mr. Du also knows Mr. Liu?"

Seeing Tang Xiao a little surprised, Du Ruhan smiled and said: "Has Your Highness forgotten that Du once served as the head of Dali Temple." During Du's tenure, Dali Siqing was Lord Liu. ”

Hearing that the two had such a relationship, Tang Xiao couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"In this way, Mr. Du must know Mr. Liu very well!"

Du Ruhui smiled, did not take Tang Xiao's words, but looked up at the painting on the wall.

After a long time, Du Ruhui turned his head sideways and asked, "I wonder if Your Highness understands, why did Lord Liu give His Highness such a painting?" ”

Tang Xiao shook his head and said helplessly: "If you understand, I don't have to stay here for an hour." Mr. Mo Feidu has already seen the artistic conception in the painting? ”

Even if Du saw it, he wouldn't tell His Highness at this moment. This painting has to be slowly understood by His Royal Highness himself. Your Highness might as well look at it from a few more angles, maybe the answer is right in front of you. ”

Hearing this, Tang Xiao felt speechless for a while.

Why do these strategists like to play dumb riddles so much?

"Forget it, let's not talk about this painting, I'm inexplicably upset." Tang Xiao waved his hand, turned around and sat down at the table, poured a cup of tea for Du Ruhui, and asked, "Mr. Du came to me so late, why did he come to me?" ”

Du Ruhui smiled bitterly and said, "Xingchen told me in the afternoon that Eldest Sun Wuyi rejected His Highness's request. His Royal Highness wants to auction off the perfume, and I'm afraid it will have to die. ”