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Under the storm, Wu Ming stood in front of a dilapidated thatched hut in the pale blue light mask.

This thatched hut looks a little old, but it is very clean, and there is cooking smoke on the ground.

Wu Ming stood outside and watched, and faintly heard the sound of reading, slowly coming from the room.

"Zi said, learn and learn it, don't say it. There are friends from afar, and they are happy. People don't know and are not ashamed, and they are not gentlemen......"

The sound of intermittent reading indicates that the owner of the house should be a poor scholar with a very hard life.

After listening for a while, Wu Ming pushed open the door and walked in, he was an uninvited villain.

"Who are you?" Seeing someone push the door in, the scholar who was reading was startled.

Wu Ming looked through the light in the room and found that this scholar was none other than Cui Hongjian, the male protagonist in the fairy in the painting.

And looking at it like this, the plot shouldn't have started yet, and I don't know how long it will be.

"Scholar, this is your home?"

"It's my house, and if you want to stay overnight, I can take you in for one night. But okay, you can't touch my treasure here, and I don't have anything to eat for you. ”

Speaking of eating, Cui Hongjian's throat squirmed unconsciously.

Since the day before yesterday, he had eaten wild vegetables for two days, and he had no food to help others.

If it hadn't rained today, he would have gone to the town to sell manuscripts, but he didn't dare to go out with the manuscripts on a rainy day, and the trip was delayed.

Hearing Cui Hongjian's statement, Wu Ming nodded noncommittally and looked at the scholar's treasure.

When I got into the eye, I saw that in the thatched hut with some leaky wind, there was a stack of overlapping manuscripts and calligraphy and paintings that were put together, and it was finally not a family with four walls.

"Wrote so many words, these are all written by you?" Picking up a draft casually, Wu Ming glanced at it a few times and found that it was all written in traditional characters.

There is a difference between simplified and traditional Chinese, but the difference is not to the point where I can't understand it.

Wu Ming himself doesn't know calligraphy, but he can also see that Cui Shusheng's handwriting is not very good, at most it is the level of Mr. Bookkeeper. No wonder in the movie, when Cui Shusheng went to sell words, the disdain on the face of the calligraphy and painting boss was all sold by catties.

"I wrote these words, I plan to take the Xiucai exam this year, you see how this word is." Seeing Wu Ming looking at his calligraphy, Cui Hongjian couldn't help but ask softly while holding the lantern.

"Listen to the truth or listen to the lie?" Wu Ming looked up at Cui Hongjian and asked very seriously.

"Tell the truth." Cui Hongjian was also a little hesitant, but he still gritted his teeth to listen to the truth.

Seeing Cui Hongjian's appearance, Wu Ming shook his head slightly, and said: "In the words of the ninth rate, this is that the ancestor did not reward you with this bowl of rice, I don't know how much you know, but this handwriting is really not good." I guess your show today is hanging, so if you can't do it, change careers! ”

"Turn, change careers..."Cui Hongjian's face was a little dark, and the shadow area in his heart expanded rapidly.

You must know that in ancient society, it was the dream of countless people to gain fame.

Cui Hongjian is now full of joy, just waiting for the autumn to take the Xiucai exam, and this change of career is too boring.

Holding the lantern and returning to the desk sullenly, Cui Hongjian turned his grief and anger into strength and began to read hard again.

Wu Ming looked at Cui Hongjian's appearance, smiled and didn't care, and said: "On the nearby mountain, there should be a manor called Wumenju, do you know where it is?" ”

"I don't know..."Cui Hongjian thought for a moment, but still shook his head.

Seeing the other party shaking his head, Wu Ming was a little surprised.

Wumenju is Yan Chixia's home, although the specific location is not given, but it should be around the town.

Cui Hongjian often goes to the town to sell calligraphy and paintings, and it stands to reason that he should know, but he didn't expect to know.

"Forget it, if you don't know, you don't know, anyway, Yan Chixia can't run away." Wu Ming figured it out and didn't care, so he found a bench and sat down.

Sitting on the bench, Wu Ming looked at the chocolate situation and found that the little one was still asleep.

Boredom, Wu Ming looked at the heavy rain outside the window, picked up a few strawberries and ate them, which was considered to relieve his boredom.

"What are you eating?" Wu Ming looked up and found that Cui Hongjian was stretching his neck, looking at his strawberries curiously.

Seeing this curious gaze, Wu Ming suddenly discovered that strawberries were only introduced to China in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and were only widely planted during the Republic of China. In terms of the dynasty of the fairy world in the painting, there are no strawberries here at all, no wonder the other party doesn't know each other.

"It's strawberries, it tastes good, give you a taste." Wu Ming waved his hand, and suddenly more than a dozen strawberries flew to Cui Hongjian's desk.

Seeing that Wu Ming waved his hand, the strawberry flew over by itself, Cui Hongjian was so frightened that he hurriedly hid back, and sat on the ground with his buttocks: "Are you a human or a ghost, don't scare me!" ”

"It's not promising, if I'm a ghost, can you still be alive?"

Hearing Wu Ming's words, Cui Hongjian lowered his head and thought, isn't that what happened.

If the other party was a ghost, he would have been eaten by a poor scholar a long time ago, and now that he is safe and sound, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Thinking of this, Cui Hongjian no longer panicked, and quickly got up from the ground.

After a while, Cui Hongjian looked at Wu Ming, then at the strawberries on the table, and said, "Is this thing delicious, sour or sweet, do you really give it to me?" ”

Although he asked the question, the action did not stop.

Picking up a strawberry, Cui Hongjian smiled at Wu Ming, put it in his mouth and took a hard bite.

One bite is full of fragrance, the flavor of strawberries is very strong, and the sweet and sour taste also makes people appetite.

"It's delicious, it's delicious!" After eating a few strawberries in a row, Cui Hongjian stopped and let out a heartfelt exclamation.

Hearing such praise, Wu Ming waved his hand indifferently, followed by a frown.

"Someone's coming!"

Before Wu Ming entered the house, he released a vigilance magic outside, and no amount of wind and grass could fool him.

Under the perception of magic, the person who came was like a furnace, and it didn't look like an ordinary person.

Knock knock...

Three hurried knocks entered the room.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Cui Hongjian to open the door, the door was pushed open forcefully.

"Excuse me, excuse me, it's raining heavily outside, let me come in first to take shelter." The visitors wore hats and armor woven from bamboo strips.

Wu Ming looked at the other party carefully and found that this person looked a little like Yuan Biao, and Yuan Biao played Yan Chixia's apprentice in the movie Fairy in the Painting.

"It's a coincidence that I met a scholar, who is the actor Cui Hongjian. The one who came to shelter from the rain was Yan Chixia's apprentice. Could it be that today is the day the plot begins? Wu Ming was in a good mood, but Cui Hongjian, as the owner of the house, obviously didn't think so.

You must know that Cui Hongjian's home is not big, and there is no room like a partial room.

Now, two people came to stay overnight in a row, Cui Hongjian couldn't help but say distressedly: "As a scholar, someone comes to my house to hide from the rain, and I welcome it with both hands." But the conditions here are simple, and if you find a place to live, I'm afraid you will have to be wronged on the ground. ”

Knock knock...

As soon as Cui Hongjian finished speaking, the knock on the door rang again, indicating that there was a third uninvited guest.

At this time, Cui Hongjian was completely speechless.

He only has one main room here, and he doesn't open an inn, so why are there so many people staying overnight.