After a good night's sleep, Gu Chengyu got up and opened the window. At this time, there were already vendors selling on the opposite side of the South Street, and there were also merchants carrying burdens, placing the rouge gouache on the shelves one by one. The road was filled with some hurried crowds, most of them were men in the prime of life, and they were also wearing short brown, presumably the people on the dock who were fighting against bags.

Spreading out the rough-edged paper for practicing calligraphy, Gu Chengyu practiced calligraphy.

After practicing for an hour, Gu Chengyu put down his pen and prepared to paint for a while, but at this time Mingmo entered the study.

"Childe! The little third son has already arrived, and is waiting outside the inn! Mingmo took advantage of this gap and reported to Gu Chengyu.

Gu Chengyu tilted his head slightly, thinking of the little third son, this kid has some perseverance and perseverance. It just so happens that there are few people around him who have to be used, so it is better to cultivate this little third son.

"Leave him alone, I'll talk about it when I'm done!" The little third son left early yesterday, and he didn't even know if Gu Chengyu and the others had stayed in the Qunying Building, in this case, he wanted to see if the little third son could persevere.

Mingmo was a little surprised, and he glanced at Gu Chengyu. I was very puzzled, after all, the son called him and Ming Yan yesterday, and followed the third son out to find a shop! Have you changed your mind today? Then he thought of another possibility, he quietly retreated, it seems that the little third son will soon become his own person.

Gu Chengyu touched the paper he was painting and frowned slightly, this paper is too bad, and the water absorption is not good. He thought that there was a lot of modern paper in the space, white and smooth, maybe he could build a paper workshop, not to mention selling silver, at least he could use it himself.

The best paper in the Dayan Dynasty is Chengxintang paper, which is as thin as an egg membrane, as clean as jade, thin and smooth. However, this paper is very expensive, and a knife costs a hundred taels of silver. There are only ten pieces of paper in the Dayan Dynasty, and it is conceivable that it is worth a thousand gold, which is not an exaggeration at all, and there is no market for the price, and it is not worth a little relationship, so it cannot be bought at all.

Such an expensive paper is only suitable for collection, even if it is willing to use, it is also Zhong Mingding's food family, or a wealthy businessman. In short, Gu Chengyu is not yet extravagant enough to practice calligraphy and painting every day with Chengxin paper.

He has tried to buy as much rice paper as possible for painting, but the papermaking skills of the Dayan Dynasty are not good, and the rice paper is not white at all, and the water absorption is not good.

"Call him in! I have something to tell him! Gu Chengyu had just finished painting a picture of the downtown area in the early morning and was coloring the characters.

"Yes!" Mingmo knew that Gu Chengyu was talking about the third son, so he turned around and let Mingyan, who came in, wait in the house, while he went downstairs.

Ming Yan saw that Gu Chengyu had finished painting, so he immediately went to fetch water for Gu Chengyu to clean his hands.

"Childe! The little third son is here, just outside the door! ”

"Let him in!" Gu Chengyu cleaned his hands, and then sat down on the circle chair next to him.

The little third son stood at the door, a little drumming in his heart, and he didn't know what the old man was looking for him, he looked at the wooden floor laid in the house, and then looked at the shoes he was wearing on his feet, and his feet shrank back.

He couldn't forget the way those people looked at him when he entered the inn, as if to say that he dared to come in even though he was a little better than Hanako.

When the third son was wandering outside the world, he heard the voice of the young man Qingyue in the house. It's the old man from yesterday, and people look only a little older than him, so he is already a talented man.

The third son touched the corner of his clothes, and as Mingmo entered the room, he didn't dare to look around, he only looked at the floor, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that this was a very large room, it turned out that the upper class room of Qunying Building was so big?

"Is your dad better?" Gu Chengyu looked at the little third son, maybe he suddenly arrived in such a luxurious environment, he looked a little more silent than yesterday.

"Back to my lord, I invited Lang Zhong to see him yesterday and prescribed medicine, and he is already much better, but he still has to recuperate at home for a few months." The third son was a little surprised, and Gu Chengyu would ask this as soon as he came up.

"I hurt my muscles and bones for a hundred days, but I am not afraid of cultivation. I don't go around in circles with you, your father has to cultivate, your sister is not very old, and it's not easy for the girl to show her face, and the family is all pointing to you to feed. If you're willing to help me, I'll give you some money every month. ”

Gu Chengyu still planned to observe for a while before speaking, so at the beginning, he would only send some errand work to the third son. The third son has been in the capital all the year round, and he is very familiar with the road conditions in the capital, and he is also clever and honest. As long as he is sure that his family's situation is true, then he will give him some opportunities to learn from Yu Paralytic.

"What? Is this true? Xiao Sanzi looked up at Gu Chengyu in surprise, with suspicion in his eyes. This can't be blamed on him, Gu Chengyu and he only met yesterday, not to mention that he deceived people yesterday, and let him do things with him today, he still has some doubts in his heart.

"What? Will our son still lie to you? You just say whether you want to or not! Mingmo got Gu Chengyu's gesture and looked at the little third son and replied.

"I'm naturally willing, but I'm afraid that I won't do well and delay my master's business." The little third son hasn't recovered from this surprise yet, he hasn't read a book, and he can't read a single big character, so he can only do some errands, but even restaurants and inns don't want him.

Restaurants and inns are all looking for the roots, and besides, the errand is not bad. If you come across a distinguished guest with silver, you can get a day's wages if you give a casual reward.

"Since you are willing, then follow Mingmo and them for the past two days. There's another steward who has to wait a few days to come back, and when he comes, you'll follow him!" After Gu Chengyu finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to go out of the room, and finally came to the capital, and he also wanted to go out for a walk.

"Master, there is one more thing ......," the little third son said in a hurry.

"Just say anything, don't call me lord in the future, just call me son!" Gu Chengyu frowned, this old man shouted, he always felt awkward, and he was dozens of years old.

"Yes, Childe! I'm trying to say that I won't sell my body, and my dad won't allow it. After the third son finished speaking, he waited nervously for Gu Chengyu's reply.

No matter how difficult it was at home, his father would not let him become a lowly citizen. His father would rather die than sell him and his sister, and he could not go against his father's will.

"I didn't say you would sell yourself, you think too much!" Speaking of this, Gu Chengyu remembered that there must be many capable subordinates in the tooth shop in the capital, and when the paralyzed man came, he had to ask him to buy some more people back, and his people were still too few.

"Girl! Brother Xing'er is here, and the slave and maid asked him to bring me some pickles pickled at home, and the girl wants him to come in and talk back? Qing Dai lifted the curtain of the door, entered the inner room, and reported to her girl.

Yao Mengxian knew that Brother Xing had found out the news, "Let him come in, I haven't eaten your mother's pickles for a while, and I think it's weird." ”

Lian Xin hurriedly helped Yao Mengxian to walk outside, and asked Brother Xing who entered the house a few words through the screen. After a while, looking at Qing Dai's gesture, I asked about the previous inquiry.