Guo's father stopped the paintbrush in his hand and looked at the visitor in surprise.

This is a young man with a high spirit.

Looking at the face, it is very unusual.

"Dad, this is Brother Qin!" Guo Shibao introduced diligently: "He is amazing, he is a talented man, and he has taught children a lot of things!" ”

Guo's father remembered that this was Qin Xiucai, who rented their wooden house, and heard his old wife say that he was a very handsome young man, but he married a disfigured wife, and he did not dislike his wife, but loved his wife more than ordinary peasant families.

He doesn't pay attention to the gentleman's cooking, but he likes to cook very much, the Qin family cooks for him, and his wife doesn't need to be close to the stove.

remembered what the eldest son said last night, he was following Brother Qin, it should be this Qin Xiucai.

Guo's father invited people to the house and asked Guo Shibao to go to the courtyard to play with his sister.

Guo Shibao was happy to accompany his sister, but he didn't bother his father and Brother Qin to talk.

The nine brothers of the Guo family rushed back, and saw the tenth brother in the courtyard with the little sister to count the numbers with mung beans.

The little sister can already count to a hundred.

"Big brother, little sister can count to a hundred, how smart!"

Guo Dabao smiled, "Little sister is so smart, eldest brother can only count to fifty at your age." ”

"Oops, smartest girl!" Guo Erbao picked up his sister.

And then...... Guo Jia Shilang completely forgot about Qin Lu...... Everyone is smiling and counting mung beans with the little sister!!

Guo Qibao felt as if he had forgotten something, but when he saw the mung beans handed over by his little sister, he forgot again.

……

Inside the house, Guo's father took out the good tea that had been hidden for a long time, and said with a kind smile: "This is given to me by the owner of the bookstore, saying that it is a good tea in Jiangnan, I don't understand it, just let you taste it to see if he fooled me." ”

Qin Lu took the stoneware bowl and nodded in praise: "It's good tea, Mingqian Tongue." ”

Hearing this, Guo's father laughed, "It seems that he didn't fool me." ”

"I read it." Qin Lu took out the album and sighed, "Uncle, great talent." ”

Guo's father waved his hand, "I just painted it in my spare time, and I never thought that it could be appreciated by a reader like you." ”

"Speaking of which, this is still learned from the ancestors, who left the secret books of martial arts, so that our descendants can strengthen their bodies and benefit future generations. I thought, what will I leave behind when I die? Then I pondered, I don't have anything to do, just when the family was too poor, learn to paint the door god to earn some copper money, and then became fascinated by painting, painted a painting book, in addition to this craft, there seems to be no other craft. ”

"But how can this thing be passed on? How can he be like the ancestral general, leaving behind something that is beneficial to future generations? ”

"I heard the storyteller in the teahouse, that person and I are good friends, he said that the book will let me draw into a picture book, after a long time of cooperation, I have become a friend who has nothing to talk about, I said to him, I want to do something, leave something for future generations, but I found that I have no ability, I can't leave anything."

"He happened to be talking about the investigation of the case in Dali Temple that day, saying that the cunning prisoner lied and planted false accusations, which caused the Qing official to be imprisoned. If the people in Dali Temple can see that the person is lying, they will not harm a good official. He said that I have the ability to see people, and if I go to the Dali Temple to be an official, I will definitely be able to see that the prisoner is lying. ”

"I listened to the joke at the time."

"Thinking about my good eyesight to view people, but also after painting the book to practice, can the person's subtle expressions drawn, marked, left for future generations, do not expect descendants to come out of a person who can enter the Dali Temple as an official, I only hope that they are cautious, so they are not deceived by traitors, to be a clear-eyed person."

Hearing this, Qin Lu was deeply moved, "I have learned a lot. I came this time in the hope that my uncle would help me. ”