For Jiang Ning's point of view, Liu Sisi heard of it for the first time, and she has seen a lot, but none of the thoughts of those high-ranking officials and nobles are the same as Jiang Ning.

"Earn money on your own?" Liu Sisi paused: "Having said that, after all, people are terrible to say......"

"What are people afraid of, the way of Confucius and Mencius was only respected in the Western Han Dynasty, is it possible that they are afraid of other people's words and do not adhere to true morality? This is the reason why I can die at night. Jiang Ning explained: "As long as you have enough analysis and recognition, you should stick to it." ”

The birth of truth is often accompanied by many doubts, it was before, and it is now, for emerging things, as long as they involve interests, there will be disputes, and if there are disputes, there will be opposing voices, but often those who persist will achieve the final victory.

This is true of the victory of feudal rule over slavery, and the same is true of the germination of capitalism in later generations, if you don't insist, someone will have a whip and a stick behind you to tell you that you are right.

"Zichuan's thoughts are different from others......" Liu Sisi smiled slightly.

"Oh? What's the difference? Jiang Ning also smiled.

The atmosphere is very easy-going, it is clear that they are two people who have not seen each other for two months, but they are like old friends who see each other every day, and they don't have the slightest concern when they talk, and they don't have to worry about whether the other party will be angry, whether they will be unhappy, etc., they can talk about wherever they want, and this feeling is extremely subtle.

The two were walking, but they heard a neighing sound of a fast horse behind them: "Dodge and dodge......"

Jiang Ning turned around, but saw a person wearing chain mail, Fan Yangli on his head, and three small red flags behind him, and the horse whip in his hand had already been whipped twice towards the pitch-black war horse, and the horse's hooves forged ahead, sweeping the snow under his feet directly, and the white air whistled in his nose and mouth.

"Get out of the way...... Jiang Ning also said twice, and stretched out his hand to protect Liu Sisi on the left.

"Poof" Liu Sisi laughed out loud, Jiang Ning's style is really funny.

The scout glanced at Jiang Ning, scolded in his mouth, and galloped away quickly, obviously there was important military affairs on his side, and he had no spare time to talk nonsense here.

The two continued to push the cart forward, bypassing the alley in the backyard, and when they reached the inner courtyard, Jiang Ning turned out again, bought some paint and brushes of different sizes, and after adjusting them, they splashed ink in front of the cart.

Painting is a thing that is painted on rice paper in the current era, and Jiang Ning studied history at that time, and it is indispensable to study this aspect, and he has also written in many places, and he can't enter the hall in that era, but it is more than enough here.

Liu Sisi looked at Jiang Ning, sometimes opening the bow left and right, sometimes measuring with his hands, sometimes watching from a distance, he was busy for an hour, and added two arm-thick wooden sticks on the right side of the cart to draw on it.

On the plaque, the word "willow record" is written in block letters, but the surrounding area is a clear water pond, a stream runs through from top to bottom, two weeping willows hang down the green silk, between the sprinkling, fluttering with the wind, the whole car is like under the weeping willows, in this gray and cold winter, embellished with a trace of vitality.

Although Jiang Ning's painting is not a good work, but painting on the cart, it is unique, the whole Hangzhou, except for the restaurant has a painting, but there is no such cart, Jiang Ning's practice, but there is a refreshing feeling.

Since ancient times, poetry and painting are not distinguished, but there are not many people who can paint on it, one is compared with ordinary paintings, the posture of holding the pen, the sense of composition are different, and the other is that there is a large gap between the material of rice paper and this wooden cart, Jiang Ning can make such a painting on the cart, and it will be better on paper.

"Well, if you use a cart like this...... Business should be a little better, and there is almost something......" Jiang Ning thought about it, picked up the pen and painted the weeping willows on the lake under the "Liu Ji", and wrote a song of Huanxi Sand: "In February, the wind arrives in Bicheng, and thousands of wisps of green greet each other." Dancing smoke and sleeping rain over Qingming. The makeup mirror is skillful and steals leaves, and the song tower Yanqu borrows the name of the branch. Late autumn frost is merciless. ”

Liu Sisi looked at this poem, but was shocked, others need to have a good environment to write poems, there are singing and dancing to help fun, there are good wine and food, or love to the depths, or intentionally, who can be like the "useless" scholar in front of him, casually, write this Huanxi Sha?

"Makeup mirror clever eyebrows steal leaves" even wrote the makeup to the fullest, "Late autumn frost is ruthless." "It's not, the frost falls in late autumn, the willow leaves are yellow, it's not ruthless, it's just helpless, a good song of Huanxi Sha, although it is not as good as "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", but it is also a masterpiece.

"Yes, it should be almost ...... now" Jiang Ning put away the pen, and the last word was written outside, although it was a little out of place, but it was harmless, and I was quite satisfied with it.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what kind of food are you selling?" Jiang Ning bent down, wanting to clean up.

Liu Sisi also bent down, thinking that such a rough job could not have the truth of a genius like Jiang Ning? But he didn't want to slam, the two bumped together, Jiang Ning was fine, but Liu Sisi stumbled and fell to the ground, smashing a small pit in the snow, but his cheeks were slightly red.

"Haha......" Jiang Ning laughed, but Liu Sisi was annoyed: "What are you laughing at, why don't you come and help?" ”

"Ao ......" Jiang Ning put down the pen and stretched out his hand to pull Liu Sisi up.

Referring to the root of the shallot, Jiang Ning only knows this word, except for Wang Ruoyan, only Liu Sisi can be worthy of this word.

Jiang Ning continued to clean up the garbage and threw it into the basket in the corner of the wall for collecting garbage, seeing that Liu Sisi was still looking at the poem, he said, "Are words better than paintings?" ”

Liu Sisi nodded: "I can't see it, you are a talented man......"

"Genius?" Jiang Ning was slightly stunned, this word is Yan Daoji's Huanxi Sha, which is also good, but in his opinion, it is worse than his painting, although it is a little narcissistic: "Don't dare to be, dare not be, the word genius should be the fourth son of Donglin Society and Guang Anjun, Chen Qinian, etc., but I can't afford these two words, it's better not to say that." ”

"However, if you use a small stall to cook, it is a little troublesome, and naturally you can't compete with restaurants, so you can only make some snacks, and then make further plans when you open up sales." Jiang Ning wanted to speak and stopped, but after thinking about it, he spoke: "I have a dish here, En...... It's just a dish, it's just a snack, it's just a taste, I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it......"

"Huh? Flavor? Liu Sisi frowned: "It's more difficult to win with taste......"

"Hehe, since the color and fragrance can't be compared, then there is only another way, and if you do the opposite, maybe there will be unexpected effects......"

"Can't you see or smell it? Then do you have to compare whose stink? Liu Sisi shook his head: "When you smell the smell, you avoid it, will anyone follow the smell?" ”

It's a natural idea.

"You see, everybody thinks that, but once you have such a thing, it smells bad and it tastes good, do you think anyone wants to taste it?" Jiang Ning smiled: "This dish, no, the snack is called: stinky tofu ......"

"Stinky tofu? Tofu stinks, can you still eat it? ”

"I said before that you shouldn't throw away the rest of the tofu, did you throw it away?"

"It's thrown away, but the business is not good, there are always some left, all of them are moldy, and we have to clean it up before the year, so as not to stink......"

"Isn't that just right......"

"Huh?"