It was late at night, but the candles were still burning in the courtyard, and the room was bright.

Xian Ge took a small pair of scissors and carefully cut off the wick of the candle, the candle flame crackled, and it went out in an instant, waking up Zhou Jingrong, who was lying on the desk and writing hard. She looked up at the window and realized that the sky had already melted into darkness.

Xian Ge gently reminded: "Second grandma, it's late at night, rest early." ”

Zhou Jingrong slumped in the chair, looking sad.

Xian Ge walked up to her, looked at the stack of papers stacked on the desk, and asked curiously, "What are you writing?" ”

Zhou Jingrong did not shy away from it, and directly pushed the paper in front of Xian Ge to show her: "Oh, this is it." ”

Xian Ge's face was gloomy: "The slave is illiterate." ”

Zhou Jingrong patiently pointed to a few words, and taught Xian Ge word by word: "These words are the 'teahouse development plan', which I summarized based on the field investigation in the past few days. ”

For Zhou Jingrong's words, Xian Ge didn't understand anything, but he could still understand the general idea, so he nodded.

After Zhou Jingrong was rejected by Master Zhou, in order to avoid the embarrassing situation of being chased and intercepted by others again, she could only go to the shop under her name and discuss solutions with various stewards.

She found that ready-to-wear shops and other shops are all smaller-scale shops, but Zhouji Tea House covers a larger area and is a slightly larger industry, but it also loses the most money and needs to be solved urgently.

As for the shortcomings of the tea house, she has some ideas that she can integrate the familiar modern coffee shop model, so she plans to start from this.

When Zhou Jingrong talked about comics, he asked Xian Ge: "What do you think if I write a story with drawings and let the storyteller explain it in the teahouse?" ”

One of the major cultural features of ancient teahouses is storytelling, which is also one of people's pastimes and entertainment. Zhou Jingrong wants the teahouse business to improve, and he must not ignore this link.

At present, most of the content of the lectures in the major teahouses is the words circulating in the market, and some of them have been spoken many times, and people have long been tired of listening to them.

It happened that Zhou Jingrong was worried that there was no way to display comics, so he thought of a way to combine the two - to use comics to promote the teahouse, and then use the teahouse as a display platform for comics.

When Xian Ge heard this, his eyes flashed with stars, and he was extremely longing: "If you use paintings to tell stories, even illiterate people like slaves and maids can understand it." And when listening to the gentleman's lectures, you don't have to go to great lengths to imagine the words into pictures, which will definitely be a big hit! ”

Zhou Jingrong listened to the views of Xian Ge, felt that she had found a confidant, and excitedly discussed with her the theme and content of creating comics.

The master and servant talked happily with each other until late at night.

Early the next morning, Zhou Jingrong took two big dark circles under her eyes to ask Mrs. Fu for peace.

Although Zhou Jingrong stayed up late because of her best friend's night talk, in the eyes of Mrs. Fu, she felt that she couldn't sleep at night because of discord with Fu Yunshen.

After Zhou Jingrong left, Mrs. Fu asked, "Where was Erlang last night?" ”

Luo Fan hurriedly approached and replied: "Old lady, the second master stayed in the West Courtyard yesterday. ”

Mrs. Fu sighed helplessly, shook her head again and again, and said to Wu sadly: "How long have they been married, the two of them have not yet had a round room, and now they are sleeping in separate rooms, Erlang's stubborn nature really follows his father's donkey temper!" ”

Wu is the second wife of the Fu family and Fu Yunshen's aunt, she comforted Mrs. Fu and said: "Erlang is arrogant, how can he tolerate Zhou's wanton behavior? This week's temperament is domineering, in the past, when he was a girl at home, he dared to kill slaves and maids on the street, and now the Fu family wants to do the majesty of the past, which is also the rule. Mother, don't worry, Erlang is measured. ”

Mrs. Fu was still not at ease, and said, "We have to think of a way to help their husband and wife enhance their relationship." ”

Wu's face was embarrassed, how could others take care of the affairs between the two people?

How the two of them meditated and thought about it, let's not mention it for the time being.

Zhou Jingrong came out of Songtao Courtyard, and then took Xian Ge Yayi out of the house to discuss the redecoration with the steward of the teahouse.

Fu Yunshen heard the news that Zhou Jingrong had left the house, so he got up and went to the main courtyard to find a book that had fallen there.

Fu Yunshen tried his best to avoid Zhou Jingrong, firstly, he really did not want to have anything to do with her, and secondly, the two of them remained in this state of being in the same state, and after a long time, grandmother would always agree to let them reconcile.

Fu Yunshen came to the small study of the Shi'an Academy, but found that the books in the study were almost empty by Zhou Jingrong, so he had to go to her room to find them.

Fu Yunshen was angry that Zhou Jingrong moved his book without his consent, and on the other hand, he was puzzled, everyone knew that the eldest girl of the Zhou family did not understand literature and ink, and she had a straw bag, what was she doing with the book?

Fu Yunshen walked into Zhou Jingrong's room, and saw the disorganized bookcase at a glance, frowning slightly, full of disgust.

Xian Ge and Yayi also packed up the bookcase very neatly before, but as soon as they cleaned up, Zhou Jingrong couldn't find anything to use. Later, she was in chaos, anyway, she could be orderly in chaos.

Fu Yunshen searched for a while on the bookcase, but he didn't find the book he was looking for, but he turned out Zhou Jingrong's sketchbook.

He remembered that he had seen a few paintings made by Zhou Jingrong that day, and he couldn't hold back his curiosity for a while, so he flipped through them.

The paintings in the sketchbook are all used by Zhou Jingrong to practice his hands and accumulate materials by the way, painting whatever he sees and feels, there are pavilions and houses, there are lively markets, and there are scenes of maidservants working and playing in the courtyard.

These paintings are simply sketched with charcoal, without coloring, with only a few brushstrokes, but the details of the characters and the veins and textures of the scenery are depicted in detail and amazing.

Looking further back, there is a cartoon version of a little girl in ancient costume sitting by the window, looking at the sky with a chubby bun face with a sad face. And the moon and stars in the sky actually have facial features, and there are two stars fighting, grinning with bared teeth, and the shape is extremely exaggerated.

Fu Yunshen had never seen this type of painting, and subconsciously felt a little naïve, but this touch was obviously very sophisticated, and it vividly depicted the little girl's melancholy and coquettish state, so that people were unconsciously attracted by her cuteness and likability, and the stars and moons that spanned thousands of years seemed to have life and became extremely vivid.

This brought a great shock to Fu Yunshen, not only because of this ingenious painting, but also because such a painting was actually painted by Zhou Jingrong's slutty straw bag?!

Fu Yunshen hurriedly looked down, but saw an unfinished painting, with only one figure outline, no facial features, and a few words written in the blank, Fu Long Aotian Yunshen.

A trace of confusion flashed in Fu Yunshen's eyes, and for the first time, he questioned the profound knowledge he was proud of.

Because not only has he never seen the type of painting made by Zhou Jingrong, but he also doesn't know what Long Aotian is?