After Chinese New Year's Eve, spring begins, and the gentle spring breeze dyes the mountains and wilderness of Yizhou, and also brings warmth to the people of Yizhou.

No matter how the situation in the entire Later Han world changes, Yizhou is surprisingly calm.

The state capital's focus has always been on matters such as people's livelihood, economy, production and recruitment, and the original army of 300,000 has rapidly grown to 400,000.

This also made the disciples of Lingyue, Fu Bang and other cities in the city realize the great charm of the Great Qin Emperor's system, and its ability to eventually become a powerful country that swept through Longxingyuan definitely had a great deal to do with it.

And in Yizhou City, at the end of a street called Yulin Street, there is a calligraphy and painting shop called "Shushui", the owner of which is a young monk with long hair and a little beggar in ragged clothes.

Monks write, beggars paint.

Even if the two of them are not famous artists, they don't know if they are masterpieces, but the calligraphy and paintings in the Shushui store have always been surprisingly high, so the business is a little bleak.

However, there are also wealthy people who deliberately show off their elegance, take a few pictures back, hang them at home, and when relatives and friends come to visit, they will put on a crown and Li Dai to claim that it is a masterpiece that they have worked hard to achieve.

Of course, every time these rich people do this, the effect is excellent, and they will be praised, so the things in the "Shushui" calligraphy and painting store have slowly begun to become a kind of luxury plaything in Yizhou's upper class.

After decades of bad luck, starting with a golden leaf, this down-and-out brother and sister finally ushered in the dawn of life and began to go uphill.

But in the early morning of this day, the "Shushui" calligraphy and painting shop ushered in such a not wealthy customer.

Neither the young monk nor the little beggar are the kind of people who hate the poor and love the rich, and look down on others with the eyes of dogs.

The man who came from Rao was dressed and dressed in an extremely ordinary or simple manner, but the young monk still put down the teacup and got up to greet him with a gentle smile.

When he came to the guest's side, he realized that the guest was so tall that he had just passed the other's waist.

As a result, the atmosphere was inevitably quite awkward.

Anyway, the guest was not prepared to talk to him, but concentrated on the calligraphy and paintings that he had carefully written and that the little beggar had carefully drawn.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly fell on a not very outstanding portrait of a loving mother painted by a young monk and a little beggar when he remembered his mother, and wrote such a poem.

"The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. ”

"Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. ”

"Whoever says an inch is careless, he will be rewarded with three springs. ”

At the end of the fall, the words "years and years of peace" were also written.

The guest seemed to be reminded of some sad past in his heart, his eyes were slightly moist, and he asked in a dumb voice, "Little sir, did you write this?"

The young monk was stunned, and he was very comfortable with this title.

So, the smile on his face was more natural, because he was happy, it was a smile from the heart, so it was natural.

"Yes, it was written in the next occasion. ”

The guest stared at the calligraphy and painting, his eyes were red, and said, "I want to buy it, but I wonder if the little gentleman can sell it?"

The young monk smiled and said, "Of course it is sold, but I see that you have a relationship with it, why don't I give it to you?"

The guest smiled a little sadly, and said: "The little gentleman's calligraphy and painting have a spirit, he can understand the heart, and it is a priceless treasure. ”

"My Fan Kuan's family is poor, and I have worked hard all my life, if I bring a hundred plates to join General Ji Yu, why don't I pay Mr. Xiao fifty taels of silver first, and then repay Mr. Xiao's great favor when I make meritorious contributions?"

The young monk was stunned, firstly, because he did not expect that this tall and extraordinary looking guest would actually come to join General Ji Yu.

The second is that it is rare for him to send calligraphy and paintings for nothing, but the other party regards it as a great favor and wants to repay it.

However, he recited Buddhist scriptures day and night, and his heart was like a state of stopping water, and he also realized and gained something.

In just an instant, all emotions were calmed.

He smiled and said: "Since it is fate, how to talk about how to reciprocate, it is inevitable to be cheesy, and Brother Fan thinks that it is appropriate, how to arrange it." ”

Fan Kuan smiled, and while taking out the silver, he said, "I didn't expect that there are such cute people as Mr. Xiao in Yizhou." ”

At the end of his sentence, fifty taels of silver were placed on the table.

At the same time, the young monk went down the calligraphy and painting, and presented it to Fan Kuan with both hands.

Fan Kuan took the calligraphy and painting, and looked at the young monk with excitement and gratitude, he still wanted to say something, but remembered what the young monk had said before, so he stopped.

In the end, he just took a deep look at the young monk and the little beggar, as if to imprint them in his mind.

At a glance, Fan Kuan picked up the calligraphy and painting, turned around and left.

When he walked to the door of the store, he suddenly turned around, grinned and asked, "Since Mr. Xiao called me Brother Fan, then Fan Kuan has the courage to ask Mr. Xiao for his name." ”

Although he was grinning, there was still some great compassion in his smile, and his eyes were still very red.

But the young monk didn't mind at all, so he showed his true temperament!

He smiled mildly and said, "Respectless, great, surnamed Zhu Mingzhong!"

Fan Kuan clasped his fists and saluted, and said categorically: "Brother Fan has written down his heavy brother!"

With that, he turned around and left the shop without looking back.

The little beggar looked at Fan Kuan's back as he walked away, then at the smiling face of the young monk, scratched his head, widened his eyes, grew his mouth, and asked in disbelief: "The sun came out of the west today?

When the young monk heard this, he waved his hand and smiled happily: "No loss, no loss, no loss at all!"

That look, somehow, reveals a bit of innocence and silliness.

In the Yizhou Prefecture Capital, the gatekeepers are still the teenagers from the two cities in the city of Lushan County.

They still like this job, at least they can see different scenery in the world every day.

At this moment, Fan Kuan carried his bag on his back, saved the calligraphy and painting he had asked for from the "Shushui" calligraphy and painting shop, saluted the two janitors, and said, "I want to see General Ji Yu and Master Fu Bang, please let the two brothers help me report." ”

The two city disciples rubbed their eyes and said happily, "Fan Kuan?"

When he was in Jin County, Fan Kuan was a personal soldier of Fu Bang for a period of time, and he also had trouble with these teenagers in the city, and because of his good character, he was deeply liked by these teenagers in the city.

Fan Kuan nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, it's me!"

It's a pity that his smile is still full of great compassion.

The teenagers in the city knew Fan Kuan in Jin County, and naturally knew why Fan Kuan didn't follow Fu Bang to Lushan County or even Yizhou.

Now that Fan Kuan is here, and his expression is like this, they can naturally guess the reason.

The two teenagers stood on tiptoe and patted Fan's broad shoulders, and comforted with a smile: "Mourn!"

Then, one of the teenagers turned around and went into the house to report.

After a while, he came back and beckoned to Fan Kuan: "Let's go, I'll take you to the main hall to see General Ji Yu, it just so happens that the generals are having a meeting!"

Then, Fan Kuan followed the young man into the state capital.

At this time, the janitor was obviously only one other teenager left.

He looked at the sky in a daze, and muttered to himself: "Fan Kuan is such a filial son, why did we leave when we saw that his mother was still very healthy that year?"

"Also, there are unforeseen circumstances, and people have good and bad luck!"

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