Compared with Xilin, the provincial capital, a huge city with a permanent population of more than 25 million and a horizontal span of nearly 50 kilometers, has more high-rise buildings and more prosperous and crowded streets.

Here, even the fruit vendors carrying baskets are in a hurry.

The roadside restaurants and hot pot restaurants seem to be full of guests, and queues can be seen everywhere.

Because here, those who have bad business have long been eliminated, and those who can stay have their own characteristics and advantages.

That's the magic of competition.

Wu Jun also wanted to find a famous hot pot restaurant to try, but looking at the long queue at the door, he really didn't want to wait, so he and Fang Heng ate some bean curd rice, which could be regarded as an experience of the local characteristics.

After lunch, I took a taxi to the famous Songxian Bridge, where there is a large antique market.

Of course, he didn't come to Taobao, but Zou Hai's calligraphy and painting shop was here, and he sincerely invited him to come and have a look, and then go back to Xilin City together.

There is also a street selling old goods in Xilin City, which is as lively as a vegetable market compared to the coldness there.

In addition to the antique storefronts, there are also stalls with no end in sight, such as Qin bricks and Han tiles, Ming and Qing dynasty porcelain, ivory carvings, various jades, and three-color ...... Dazzling and dizzying.

Of course, nine out of ten are crafts.

Compared with the bustling and lively on the ground floor, the calligraphy and painting and strange stone markets on the second floor are much cleaner, and Zou Hai's shop is located here.

Unlike other shops, most of the calligraphy and paintings in his store are his own masterpieces.

Of course, Zou Hai doesn't think that his calligraphy and painting can be comparable to celebrities, and the reason why he chose to be here is the atmosphere.

If this store were opened elsewhere, it is estimated that no one would have seen it.

The store is a world of black and white, the air is mixed with the fragrance of ink and tea, quiet and ethereal, and the artistic conception is extraordinary, even the most noisy people will be infected and can't help but slow down.

This is the charm of traditional calligraphy and painting.

It's just that this traditional culture, which has been passed down for thousands of years, seems to have a tendency to decline in the contemporary era of rapid economic expansion.

Some masters who can't hold back want to improve this traditional culture, and writing and painting with syringes, mops, and hair are all pediatrics. There are a pair of masters and apprentices who are known as "the world's first X book", just looking at those few brushes like wolf sticks are enough to shock everyone's alloy dog eyes.

Although art has no borders, art has a bottom line.

"Master, what do you think?"

"Not bad. Wu Jun smiled, "It's very feeling." ”

The master praised it. ”

Zou Hai is also smiling, after all, his paintings are appreciated, and he is also a figure like a master, so he naturally has a lot of joy in his heart.

"How's business?"

Zou Hai's smile suddenly froze on his face: "It's not good." ”

"How many calligraphy and paintings have you sold?"

"A ......"

A pair of rents here is not cheap, right, is it enough to sell a pair of water and electricity bills?

“...... None of them were sold. ”

Wu Jun: ......

Wu Jun looked at him and felt that this guy was too powerful, and it had been open for more than two months, and his sales were zero.

How strong does it take to accept this result?

He really wanted to persuade him not to open it, after all, everyone has their own things to be good at, and people like him are still suitable for conducting investigations and doing business.

But it's hard to dismantle it, so let him experience it himself, anyway, he has a solid family background, and if he has money, he can do whatever he wants.

At this time, Wu Jun found that Fang Heng was standing in front of a pair of cursive scripts and had not moved for a long time.

Could it be that this kid still has some talent for calligraphy?

So he walked over and asked, "What do you think?"

"Very well written. Fang Heng said.

"And how many words do you know?"

"I know all the first sentences. Fang Heng replied solemnly.

Zou Hai was also overjoyed when he heard it, his little grass "Yellow Crane Tower to Meng Haoran's Guangling" was written elegantly and extraordinarily, but he didn't expect the master's apprentice to know how to appreciate it.

Just as he was about to ask him to comment on two sentences, he heard Fang Heng read: "Hu Baliang solves the yellow crane...... Floor...... The last word is to recognize the building, right?"

Zou Hai: ......

Wu Jun shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Back then, the teacher asked you to study hard, you didn't believe it, now it's a shame, right?

Fang Heng looked ashamed: "Master, how should I pronounce it?"

"Listen," Wu Jun straightened his face and read, "The people of the past have taken the Yellow Crane to go, and the Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here...... That's not right, Zou Hai, why didn't you write four more sentences?"

Zou Hai: "...... Master, it's not too early, let's go back to Xilin City now. ”

......

Back at home, Wu Jun continued to dig the well.

However, the deeper you dig, the more difficult it becomes.

It's getting more and more troublesome up and down, and there is a lot of sand and gravel underneath, and water keeps leaching out.

Fortunately, a large amount of Heavenly Master energy penetrated into the soil, and the wall of the well did not collapse.

It seems that the system has also taken this into account for a long time, and only then gave him a small shovel.

In addition to accompanying Da Hei and Jasmine for a walk in the past few days, Fang Heng spent the rest of his time guarding the wellhead, responsible for shaking the wheels, and transporting water, mud, and sand.

At first, he thought it was an easy job, but as he got deeper and deeper, he had less and less free time, and he was so tired that he couldn't lift his arms every day.

However, with the concerted efforts of the two of them, the Lingquan Well expanded downward at an extremely fast speed, reaching a depth of tens of meters.

Looking down from the wellhead, it is black and makes people's scalp tingle.

At this time, a guest came to the house.

Dong Jinjiang.

Dong Jinjiang is 68 years old this year, full of white hair, a little chubby, but he has a good complexion and a sharp eye.

After noticing Wu Jun that day, he asked people to investigate a little, and when he found out that he was a fortune teller, he was a little surprised.

So he asked people to buy Wei Donghai's secretary and knew more things.

This young man, known as the master, not only can tell fortunes, but also cure diseases, Wei Donghai's daughter's eyes were cured by him, and Zou Hai's terminal illness seems to depend on him to stabilize his condition.

And the famous feng shui gentleman Fan Peng looked respectful in front of him.

If it's not a super liar, then this person is a real strange person.

Compared with Wei Donghai, Dong Jinjiang has lived more years, and has a deeper view and understanding of this mysterious thing.

So after thinking about it again, I decided to pay a visit in person.

"You have something to do with my master?" Fang Heng asked with muddy water.

"It's okay, I'm here to ......"

"It's okay, you can go back," Fang Heng didn't know where he came from, but it didn't prevent him from waving his hand to drive people away, "My master is digging a well, he's busy, he said it, he hasn't been going to work recently." ”

was driven away by a hairy boy, Dong Jinjiang was not annoyed at all.

King Wen of Zhou invited Ziya by the Weishui River, and he had to personally pull him up, and Liu Bei invited Zhuge Liang to come out of the mountain, and he also looked at the thatched house.

Zhang Liang met Huang Shigong, and he had to pick up shoes for him.

Therefore, the more eccentric and willful he is, the more it shows that this person has real skills.

So he walked out of Wu Jun's house, and then played in Wangzi Mountain, while casually inquiring about the rumors of this master.

Every morning, he would come to visit.

Although he didn't see anyone every time, he still persevered.

Wu Jun was very puzzled by what he was doing, could it be that this old man didn't do anything serious?