At a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in the temple, only the Zhou family Hanzi and Shao Zhen were drunk in the end, and even the old temple Zhu was only slightly drunk.

A man in his thirties from the Zhou family was crying at the dinner table.

"My son has been saved here, and our family doesn't know how to repay it. A year of flooding and a year of drought, the elders are all away from home, how to repay this kindness, woo woo"

"It's okay, it's okay, the child is okay, everything has hope"

Lao Miaozhu patted the shoulder of the Zhou family on the side, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Shao Zhen, who was flushed with alcohol.

"It's me who can't live with you, it's me."

Yi Shuyuan shook the fan gently with a smile on the side, glanced at Qi Zhongbin and looked at Chen Han, seeing that she was somewhat overwhelmed by a man suddenly crying.

"Brother Zhou, don't be like this, we don't ask you for anything in return."

Yi Shuyuan shook the fan while tapping his fingers on the tabletop, first just his index finger, and then all four fingers one after another, tapping very rhythmically, as if he was feeling a ballad alone.

The men of the Zhou family undoubtedly drank too much, but people who drank too much may not be unconscious, at the moment they are just complaining about their grief through alcohol, and at the same time, they are also vaguely expressing that their families are unable to bear some expenses and are eager to be sympathized.

It's also a little "scheming".

Of course, compared to the ugliness of many people who use drunkenness as an excuse to do what they want to do but dare not do, the men of the Zhou family are also helpless at the moment.

In the room on the other side, the mother and son, who had already finished dinner, were snuggled up in the quilt, but the child who had slept by his mother woke up at this time, and he looked up at his mother and found that the latter was stunned with his eyes open.

"Mother, dad seems to be crying."

"Chinese New Year's Eve, Daddy drank too much"

It's just a wall, and the movement of the banquet can be clearly heard nearby.

Qi Zhongbin drank himself on the side, with a sparkle in his eyes, and he didn't know if it was reflected by the lights and the wine in the cup.

"The spicy in the wine is not untainable, and the body is free to change feelings"

Yi Shuyuan said, stopped the movement of his fingertips, and also raised the wine glass and drank it all, the power of the shoulder wine in his mouth was as strong as ordinary people's taste, and it might even be stronger.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan seemed to be in love with the wine table, and couldn't help but remember the vague memories that had been blurred.

"Anyway~ on that day and six years, there was a family with the surname Yi in a corner of Cangnan, the eldest son of the family had been sick for many years, and the villagers ridiculed him for being stupid, but I didn't know that maybe the soul of the idiot dreamed of a foreign land"

Without stroking the ruler to wake up, without a prior posture, Yi Shuyuan just opened his mouth leisurely in front of the table and talked about the book.

This voice was calm and heavy, and it naturally affected the hearts of the people present, and the content of the story was Yi Shuyuan himself back then.

The memory of madness is now very clear, and what happened in the past is nothing to Yi Shuyuan, but it is poignant for his parents to work hard and be depressed

The story touches people's hearts, and the storyteller is even more emotional, with a single mouth, he deduces the joys and sorrows of decades ago, but for that pair of parents, the ending is not ideal.

Outside the house, Gray Mian had already sat on top of the snake's head.

A snake and a mink, a pair of original natural enemies, are sharing delicious foods such as roast goose sauce, duck dim sum, and preserved fruits together, and also listening to the crying and storytelling in the room.

Of course, such a little food is not enough for the big snake to fill its stomach, but it tastes like eating melon seeds, there are not many things, but the mouth is also very flavorful.

These things are actually nothing to Gray Mian, it is also a taste.

"People, everyone wants to do it, but whether it's small or weak, the world of good, evil, beautiful and ugly is not so simple!"

Gray Mian's words can be regarded as pointing out the mood of the big snake, and at this moment, it seems to understand some people's hearts better than before.

"What's your name?"

Gray Mian asked, and the big snake swallowed the sauce duck that had already been sucked into minced meat in his mouth with his bones, and responded in a low voice.

"I'll call the head of the house, and when I transform in the future, maybe I'll have a good name again, I also have a younger sister named Yu Xinmei!"

"It's a good name, I don't need to repeat it, your sister is a fish, right?"

"Hmm!"

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Early in the morning of the second day, it was like a war in the Zhenjun Temple, and even before dawn, many pilgrims had already arrived.

These people are all coming to compete for the first incense of the first day of the new year, which is the first incense stick on the new year for the manifestation of the true monarch, and it is said that the true monarch will definitely take special care.

But apparently the Holy True Monarch himself does not know about this kind of thing, but there are many reasons for the saying that the incense in various temples has been around since ancient times, but if the worship of the gods is completely dependent on this formalism, there will be no saying that virtue is the ghost and god.

Yi Shuyuan was still unable to afford to get out of bed in the room where the bed was made, and the battle for the head incense also came to an end.

Early in the morning, Shao Zhen had already set up a square table in the backyard of the temple and set up the four treasures of the study.

When Yi Shuyuan got up, there were already a lot of people in the back area, many of whom looked like Confucian students.

The Zhenjunshou Temple is also a landmark building in Dengzhou, and it is naturally indispensable to come here to make incense, but there are also many people who play.

And because of Chen Han's unique temple blessing, there are a lot of literati and ink merchants and wealthy merchants who are attracted on weekdays, and yesterday was purely a matter of time.

The location of the back of the temple to the waters of the Datong River is also a place where many people like to stay, and there is usually no shortage of people dancing and writing here.

At this moment, because Shao Zhen is painting here, it naturally attracts many people to come and see.

"Oh, I don't know what to do, and then I see that it has begun to take shape!" "This benevolent brother Danqing's technique is quite orderly!"

"Yes, yes, I see he's drawing a picture of a lady!"

"No, no, this is in the temple, it is estimated that it is a picture of a goddess!"

A group of Confucian scholars were commenting there, but Shao Zhen was not affected at all, a little bit of pen, a little bit of carving, and even opened the back box, took out some boxes from it, and occasionally grinded some ore-like materials, like grinding ink to turn blue, green, red and blue and other colors

Seeing this, many knowledgeable scribes understood that this danqing was by no means a casual painting.

"If this brother's painting today is completed, would he be willing to cut his love?"

Painting seriously is actually very expensive, just looking at the materials used by Shao Zhen, some of them are worth a lot of money compared to ordinary people.

"Naturally, it's okay, as long as today's painting is completed, I won't keep it for myself!"

Shao Zhen replied as he painted, and a number of pens of various sizes were placed on the pen stand, and the speed of the pen on the paper was very fast, as if he was not just creating, but more like he was quickly drawing a painting that had been copied countless times.

Gradually, the original graceful outline on the paper became clearer, and the voices around him gradually turned from high-pitched talk to whispering.

Many people have already seen that this painter Danqing's skills are very good, and now the paintings are becoming more and more delicate, and some people are afraid of disturbing others.

The background of the scroll is the Datong River, and there is no scene of the Zhenjun Temple, and the woman in the painting is obviously standing by the river, although there is no Zhenjun Temple, but the reflection in the river has the outline of the temple.

Yi Shuyuan was just watching from afar, but he had already unconsciously approached the crowd.

How long does a painting take to paint, many times it completely depends on the artist's play, as today, Shao Zhen already has a heart in his heart, coupled with the stimulation of last night, a painting is like flowing water, and the woman in the painting jumps on the paper.

It is not the simple clothes that Chen Han wears on weekdays, but a feather coat, and even the hem and sleeves of the clothes that are almost mopping the floor have scattered broken feathers

The temple was very busy today, Chen Han didn't have time to pay attention, and the Zhou family and his wife, Lao Miaozhu, and even Qi Zhongbin were all helping.

But the scribes gathered there gradually became very quiet, which inevitably aroused curiosity.

Unconsciously, whether it is an ordinary pilgrim or a person in the temple, they will take a look at the vicinity when they pass by.

A painting has been almost painted from the moment of dawn in the early morning, under Shao Zhen's uninterrupted brushwork except for the moment of polishing color and ink, to noon.

Many scribes waited on the side of the temple and did not leave the temple, let alone go to lunch.

"Looks like it's going to be finished!" "Virtual"

"Don't make noise."

There were twenty or thirty people gathered here, and many of them had already noticed something, but they didn't speak, watching Shao Zhen solemnly dip his ink and pen again, and finally put the finishing touch on the face of the woman in the painting!

The last point fell, and in the eyes of Yi Shuyuan on the side, the whole painting seemed to have its own spiritual rhyme, which couldn't help but make his eyes light up.

"Hello!"

Shao Zhen let out a long sigh of relief, indicating that the painting was completed, and what appeared on the paper was Chen Han, who was like a fairy and a goddess.

"It's really Chen Miaozhu!" "Hey, this painting is amazing!"

"Like a dream, like the morning dew dyeing the morning light!" "Let me see it too"

Shao Zhen pinched the pen and looked at the scroll with a smile on his face, his expression was seven points satisfied and three points satisfied, it can be regarded as a painting!

"This brother, just now you said that this painting is willing to sell, right? You can't go back! ”

"Shao naturally speaks, this painting is for sale!"

Hearing this, the Confucian who had just spoken showed joy on his face, and immediately spoke up again.

"That's great, I'll give you two taels of silver, I want this painting!"

"Brother Tai is embarrassed to take out his hand for these two taels of silver, the paints used by this painter are worth a lot of money, and I am willing to give ten taels of silver for this painting!"

Ten taels is not a small amount, it is equivalent to shutting up many people around at once, not that the painting is not worth the money, but such a large amount of money needs to be weighed by yourself.

However, it is obvious that there are more than one or two people here who are not bad for money and know the goods, and many of them already admire Chen Han, and this painting is bound to be obtained.

"Twelve taels!" "I want fifteen taels, and I have cash on me!"

"Why are you so philistine, this painting can be called a wonderful brush and lifelike, the style and charm coexist, the water color and the sky shine together, how can you talk about the copper smell, Brother Shao, if you are willing to cut love, how about I go home and take a painting of Fu Liang's real work in exchange?"

"Hey, are you really willing to do it?" "Who knows, he says the real thing is the real thing?"

A group of people began to quarrel over the painting, obviously everyone wanted to get it, Yi Shuyuan looked at the picture scroll on the table carefully, and couldn't help nodding slightly.

The movement here also attracted Chen Han, who was busy, and many people saw her coming, and they were inexplicably weak, but they all greeted her with a smile.

After all, it is the temple blessing of the Zhenjun Temple, and it is still necessary to respect it on weekdays, and it is impossible to speak lightly at will.

"Mr. Shao's painting is done? Painted by me? ”

Shao Zhen generously admitted it.

"It's indeed Miss Chen!"

Chen Han walked through the crowd to the table, and when he saw the painting, his eyes widened slightly, and the pupils in his eyes couldn't help but spread.

Under the influence of the qi machine, Chen Han approached the painting scroll step by step, the meaning of the painting, the rhyme in the painting, and even vaguely surpassed her current state, making her forget to breathe.

"Mr. Shao, since it is me, am I more qualified to get it than everyone else?"

There is no portrait right in the Dayong Law, but Chen Han's words are also common sense, and it is naturally impossible for Shao Zhen to disagree.

"Indeed!"

Chen Han smiled, this smile was like the person in the painting walking out of the painting, and he could see that the scribes around him were yearning.

"Okay, I want this painting, I'll give ten taels of gold!"

Heroism! Yi Shuyuan praised silently in his heart, and suddenly found that he didn't seem to be able to take out ten taels of gold.

Shao Zhen didn't wait for the other scribes to say anything, and immediately agreed.

"Okay, this painting will be sold to the girl!"

Shao Zhen can paint and naturally understand painting, this painting is complete, and his status in his heart is not low, and he is conceited that ten taels of gold are worth it.

(End of chapter)