Guobei County, Zuifang Building

It was still early, and the wind in the winter morning was cold, and both of them had their teeth a little trembling, and it was difficult to close.

As the five flags at the door of the restaurant had just been raised, and a few guys were yawning and stretching their waists to open the door outside the restaurant, the sun was spreading out from the sky little by little, bringing warmth to the two people standing in the cold wind.

The beggar Liu leaned on the side of the Pixiu stone statue facing the sun, squinted his eyes, clasped his hands, and did not speak. From time to time, scratch your neck and rub your belly.

The beggar holding the firewood stood beside him, and several times he wanted to throw the firewood away but was worried that the beggar Liu would be unhappy, so he found an excuse and left, and did not invite guests.

The temperature has risen, the beggar's teeth have become sharper, and his mind has become much more active.

"Brother Liu, why do you still hold firewood?" The beggar holding the firewood put the firewood in his hand on the ground, stepped on it, and asked with disgust on his face.

Glancing at the people around him, the beggar Liu said with a light face: "Look at its good shape, I am thinking of finding someone to make a wooden pillow and carve flowers for sleeping." ”

The beggar rolled his eyes, with a smile on his face, and moved his feet off the wood: "Look at this dirty appearance, I don't think it's a good wood, otherwise, the wood carving shop is probably almost open, let's wait here, why don't we go there and have a look?" After speaking, he stared at the beggar Liu's eyes, bent over, and looked like he was going to lead the way.

"It's so cold in here, I'm just going to see. As long as you don't pay for it, no one wants this wood, so just throw it here. With this in mind, the beggar Liu nodded, glanced at the piece of wood on the ground that had been thrown in place, and left with the beggar in front of him.

There was no figure in front of Zuifang Building, and there was a black piece of wood, lying alone on the side of the road.

Guobei County, Jiuyuan Pavilion

The scholar and the woman did not say a word in total, and the rest of the time they were silent. It's like I'm remembering something, and it's like I don't know how to speak.

Glancing at the scholar in front of her again, who was silent and bowing her head, the woman's face was a little more impatient.

After a while, the woman lost her patience, "Okay, it seems that today's words can't be continued, I'll go first." She spoke, and as she spoke, she turned her steps toward the carriage not far away.

Looking at the back of the woman leaving, the scholar opened his mouth, and finally spit out a sentence: "Next time, when will I see you?"

"You'll know—" The woman's pace was not slow, and her voice was far away from the scholar's words.

Crunch, squeak

The sound of the wheel axle turning of the carriage sounded again.

The scholar stood still and sat down on the steps.

Three years ago, he gave the hundred taels of silver.

The old cow entered the abyss because of this hundred taels of silver, the little cow broke Mengxue's mind forever because of this hundred taels of silver, and the girl became what she is today because of this hundred taels.

Can the words of the sages help the world?

The scholar sat on the steps of the Jiuyuan Pavilion with a confused face, and the bookcase at his feet fell to the side at some point, he didn't move, just sat motionless.

Guobei County, county government

"My lord, Master Lu has arrived. The head catcher walked into the back hall, bowed to the magistrate who was sitting at the top, and said.

"Hmm..." Zhixian's face was expressionless, and he nodded blankly.

Cautiously looking up at Zhixian's reaction, the head catcher cautiously asked, "Then pass him on to the lowly position?"

Seeing that the magistrate didn't make a sound, the head catcher had a spectrum in his heart, and after bending down and saluting, he turned around and walked out of the door of the hall quickly.

Less than a moment of incense.

A middle-aged man with slightly curly hair and slightly dark skin walked through the door of the inner hall.

As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down and shouted: "Lord Zhixian is above, please accept the villain's worship." ”

Painter Lu kowtowed firmly and saluted.

Like the first snow meets the sun, the county magistrate, who was still expressionless just now, got up from the top with a smile on his face at this time, and walked quickly towards the Lu painter who was kneeling on the ground.

"Long admiration of the great name, Master Lu! get up. Zhixian's footsteps stopped in front of Master Lu, held his hand in the air, and spoke.

The cyan pine robe embroidered with silver silk was patted left and right, and Master Lu replied respectfully: "Thank you, my lord." "Stood up.

Looking at the painter in front of him, Zhixian rubbed his hands, and said with some embarrassment on his smiling face: "This official really has an unspeakable secret, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

Painter Lu nodded, and made a deferential appearance, "Your Excellency, please speak." ”

Zhixian's face was a little distressed, he put his hands behind his back, his head tilted up slightly, as if thinking about something, he slowly turned around and paced in the hall.

"I want a painting. Zhixian walked slowly, muttering in his mouth.

"Tell me what kind of painting you want. Painter Lu asked boldly, took two steps forward quickly, and followed behind the magistrate.

"This painting has to have an allegorical meaning. Feeling the movement behind him, the county magistrate's movements did not stop.

"Be auspicious, graceful. Zhixian glanced at the Lu painter behind him with his spare eyes, and a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth.

"There must be old turtles, pine trees, clouds. As the words fell, the footsteps in front of him paused in front of the big chair at the top, and he was following behind the magistrate, and the seriously thinking Lu painter didn't have time to react, and suddenly slammed his feet, and his face almost smashed on the back of the magistrate.

Painter Lu hurriedly stabilized his body, took two steps back, and bowed deeply to apologize for the gaffe just now.

Turning around, he sat down on the big chair, leaned back, and the county magistrate looked at the painter in front of him, and the expression on his face disappeared again and returned to indifference:

"You can do it?"