The little beggar repeated a sentence all the way and his mouth was a little dry, I don't know if he was tired, and he didn't continue to reject people thousands of miles away.

"The little sixth son of the mutton soup family, you still have to call me an uncle in terms of seniority, the uncle went to their store, and he didn't send me mutton soup because I saw that his small business was not easy, how could there be a reason to drive me out."

The little beggar patted his chest and looked quite proud.

Listening to Zhu recalling the bearded boss who skillfully cut beef and mutton before, that person has reached the age of standing at least.

I really didn't expect this little beggar to be so high!

Tingzhu exclaimed in his heart, his expression remained unchanged, and he asked casually:

"Then why don't you go to live at your nephew's house, why do you dress like this?"

"What's wrong with this outfit? I hear you say it over and over again, and it seems that you look down on us beggars. ”

The little beggar squinted at Tingzhu, he wanted to make a condescending appearance, but unfortunately his height was here, so he could only tilt his head and glance at Tingzhu.

Listening to Zhu's words for a while, it was obvious that he didn't expect that the mind of a villain who was half his height would be so sensitive.

The little beggar mistakenly thought that he had said what Tingzhu was thinking, and immediately sneered, and said with an unhappy expression:

"With the way you look, you have to be recommended by me when you go to our beggar gang."

After looking up and down at Tingzhu, the little beggar withdrew his eyes in disgust.

"You don't underestimate me, I'm a four-bag elder, okay? What can they do in their ordinary people's homes is not to read and write. ”

After saying that, he straightened his waist.

Listening to the little beggar's movements, Zhu Zhu saw that there were indeed four colorful small bags on his body, which were pinned to his waist.

And the little beggar caressed them one by one, and his tone softened a little:

"Who in the Beggar Gang sees that I don't respect the title of Ninth Elder, isn't this kind of life much happier than reading and writing?"

"Then your nephew doesn't care about you?"

Tingzhu looked at the little beggar who was obviously immature but had no childish face, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

The little beggar was a white eye, looking at Tingzhu like an idiot:

"Without my oil bottle, my nephew would have had an easier life. Saibei is not as good as the territory, and it is already very difficult to live a good life. Besides, life is only a few decades, and you can't live a happy life! ”

After speaking, the little beggar glanced at Tingzhu sympathetically:

"Your bitter gourd face is the kind that is extremely aggrieved, and you naturally don't understand this when I tell you."

Tingzhu was stunned in place, he never expected that he would be educated by a yellow-mouthed child today, and he was disgusted by Minghuanghuang for a while.

Thinking of the endless training, the indifferent face of his own master, and the group of secret guards who grew up together, Tingzhu stroked the jade plate hanging on his chest through his clothes, and his face was determined:

"No, you're not right."

The little beggar had already jumped to the front, and when he heard Tingzhu's words, he suddenly looked back.

I saw that under the sunset, in the boundless land of Saibei, the man in black was dressed in a strong suit, and in his eyes was the perseverance that the little beggar still couldn't understand.

Word by word, he told the little beggar earnestly:

"I've had a great time over the years, and I'm very happy with my life now."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the little beggar under his arm, and the whole person swept forward like a dragonfly.

The moment the little beggar rose into the air, he finally showed a hint of panic appropriate to his age, and he was so frightened that he screamed, and his legs kicked wildly in the air:

"What are you going to do, why did you suddenly fly!"

Tingzhu turned a deaf ear, and took the little beggar to the reeds outside the city with light work, and then slowly stopped.

The little beggar was so frightened that he couldn't breathe, and as soon as he was put down, he beat Tingzhu violently:

"Do you know that you have to prepare for the flight when you take off, and if you don't say hello like this, it will scare people to death, okay?"

Listening to Zhu, he felt that he flew over with the little beggar with light skills without saying a word just now, which was indeed a bit inconsiderate.

However, he really couldn't understand what the little beggar said, so he had to humbly ask the little beggar for advice.

"Sorry, but what is 'flight readiness'?"

He had never heard of these things that the little beggar had just said, and he had never heard of them. However, the content of this little beggar's speech always gave him a sense of familiarity, and he thought of Cheng Xiaoxiao for a few breaths.

It stands to reason that these two people don't look alike at all, and their personalities and tone of speech are not very different.

But it is this incomprehensible vocabulary, as well as those ideas that are different from ordinary people, that he can always inexplicably appear in his mind Cheng Xiaoxiao's face.

Realizing that he had thought too much, Tingzhu waited patiently for the little beggar's answer.

It's a pity that the little beggar in front of him didn't intend to solve his doubts at all, but said lightly with a stiff face:

"Forget it, it's normal that you don't know."

Seeing that the expression on Zhu's face was still very puzzled, the little beggar simply changed the topic directly:

"Didn't you ask me how I found you? For the sake of the soup you invited me, I will tell you for free. Because you are not from Saibei, and your whereabouts are erratic during this time, it is easy to check on you. ”

Putting away the smug on his face, the little beggar stretched out his fingers like chicken paws and waved at Tingzhu, his expression was difficult to hide his pride.

His expression was so relaxed that the speaker had no intention of hearing the heart.

Tingzhu was heartbroken, and his brows frowned imperceptibly.

When did the secret guards under the Jingwang Mansion worry about their whereabouts being exposed, not to mention that their actions were even more cautious.

So the little beggar said that this situation basically did not occur, unless someone deliberately wanted to release the news.

The little beggar has always been able to observe words and feelings, and he was relieved to listen to the bamboo and advised:

"You don't need to be surprised, after all, our beggars' reputation for inquiring about news is well-known."

Seeing that Tingzhu had no words, he stretched out his hand again generously, and forcefully pulled Tingzhu's hand and shook it twice:

"When we first met, my name was Han Baba."

The little beggar's hands are so small that Tingzhu can easily hold them completely.

Before that, he had never seen anyone who needed to shake hands with someone else when he reported his home, and he had never heard of such a custom in Saibei or the beggar gang before.

Feeling that Tingzhu's gaze fell on the hands of the two of them, the little beggar's eyes flashed, and his face was still very generously loosened:

"I'm sorry, personal habit."

Tingzhu didn't delve into it, but pointed to the bamboo stick on the little beggar's waist and asked lightly:

"Han baa? Isn't it Liu Cuihua written on your dog beating stick? ”

The little beggar didn't have the embarrassment of being exposed at all, she waved the dog-beating stick on her waist indifferently, and wrote lightly:

"Liu Cuihua's name is so earthy, she is not worthy of the identity of my beggar gang elder of the four bags! People like us who do great things naturally have to have a name that can be used. ”

"Han baa is fine?"

Listening to Take, he swore he didn't mean anything else, just curious.

An indescribable emotion rose in Han Baba's eyes, and he said meaningfully:

"Han Baa definitely can, because I think I can."

Han Baba's tone was so determined, Tingzhu was stunned for a while.

But soon he put away these emotions on his face and replaced them with the original businesslike virtue:

"You have too many other questions, and you don't want to ask the ones you should ask? Don't ask me if I'm going to beg at the East Gate. That place is in demand, and there is no place for it late. ”

Han Baa clasped her hands in front of her chest, and her not tall figure was very imposing.

It was as if what she was going to do was not begging, but something great.

Tingzhu didn't dare to delay, but just motioned for Han Baa to take out the portrait again and show it to him.

In fact, he also has this portrait, it should be said that this portrait is from his hand, but his is distributed to those secret guards distributed in Saibei.

But here's the problem, it's impossible for the secret guard to leak the portrait out, so where did the portrait on Han Baba's hand come from?

Tingzhu took the portrait and looked at it carefully, flipped through it and checked it several times, only to find that something was wrong.

Han Baba's portrait, the paper is the same as the one he uses, and the painted Li Hanyu is not the same, but the only difference is in this ink.

He used Yuntou Yan ink, which belongs to pine smoke ink, which is the more expensive kind in pine smoke ink.

And Han Baa obviously couldn't afford such an ink block, so she used oil smoke ink.

Compared with oil smoke, pine smoke ink is jet black but dull. Chu has been using pine wood from Huizhou for many years as fuel, and there is a certain amount of pine resin in the wood, so the ink color of pine smoke ink is more flavorful than that of pure oil smoke ink.

Therefore, it is generally used in painting, such as painting landscape paintings with a sense of vastness in the distant mountains, painting the sideburns of people with a special texture, and so on.

The portrait that Han Baa asked people to imitate was very similar to nine and a half points, and half of it was defeated on this ink.

Li Hanyu on his portrait, you can find it after a few more glances in detail that it does not have the special texture of sideburns.

"You're a good painter."

Tingzhu praised it from the bottom of his heart, but it could be regarded as indirectly telling Han Baa that he knew that Han Baba's portrait was a fake.

"That's it. This painting was made by me myself, not to say that it is exactly the same, but there is still a charm in nine out of ten. ”

Han Baa didn't seem to know modesty, and he didn't care about listening to Zhu's hints.

Originally, too, the authenticity of the portrait could not be said at all.

Tingzhu still didn't know where Han Baa saw the portrait and how he was able to imitate it.

What surprised him again was Han Baba's slightly conceited boasting.

To be able to imitate at such an age, and to be able to copy portraits to this extent is also a bit of talent.

"It's really amazing."

Listening to Zhu's praise again, it's a pity that this time he only got Han Baba's extremely bland reaction.

"Okay, praise me and I'm still ten copper plates and one problem, you can start."

Han Baa habitually waved his little hand, and began to smash the reeds in front of him quite arrogantly, the movements were skillful and fast, and Tingzhu's eyes almost couldn't keep up.

"What are you doing with these?"

Han Baba's movements did not decrease, but there was still a hint of surprise on that dirty little face.

"Are you sure you're going to ask me that kind of question?"