Guobei County, county government

"Old tortoise, pine pine, clouds. ”

When Lu Huashi heard these words, he knew what the county master was referring to, but he was a little confused, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he could only bend over and say in a low voice: "What the adults are talking about is the "Old Turtle South Wangtuo Cangsong" that I painted for the Zhou family?"

The magistrate didn't respond immediately, but just waved his hand outside the door of the inner hall, and then gently pressed his other hand in the air towards the not far behind Lu Huashi.

The old butler, who had been looking outside and waiting for his lord to shout, saw the gesture of the county magistrate through the wooden window outside the hall, and immediately went to instruct the people in the house to prepare tea.

Lu Huashi glanced slightly in the direction of the Zhixian gesture, where there was a row of chairs.

Bending over, arching his hands, and his feet backwards, Lu Huashi retreated to the edge of the chair, lowered his body, lowered his hands, straightened his waist again, and only sat half of the chair with his legs under his robe.

Lu painter carefully weighed the words with a careful face, "I understand what adults mean, but painting pays attention to artistic conception, good works are rare, and the villain is really worried that the level of painting is not enough, which will delay your time." After finishing speaking, he carefully observed the expression on the face of the magistrate sitting at the top.

Seeing that Zhixian nodded slightly, his face remained unchanged and did not turn pale, Lu Huashi continued to say boldly: "According to the meaning of the villain, Mozhu may be more suitable for adults. ”

While the two were talking, several maids brought two steaming tea cups and some refreshments into the inner hall.

"Oh, yes? That's my image. Looking at the teacup placed next to him, the magistrate took off the tea lid, looked at the tea cups that rose and fell like a dance, and said in a light tone.

Without waiting for Painter Lu to speak, through the mist, the magistrate raised the teacup in front of him, "You are a famous painter in this Wubei County, make a price." Lu Huashi heard the voice of the magistrate, and he looked up, but he could only see a blurry face shrouded in white mist.

"One thousand taels, my lord?" Painter Lu was a little unsure of the meaning of this county order of Guobei County, so he cautiously poked his head forward a little and said a number tentatively.

The white mist moved down with the teacup, and after the smoke dissipated, the county magistrate said with a smile: "Oh, this price is a little lower than I thought." ”

Painter Lu stood up again and gave a salute, "The villain doesn't understand what adults mean. ”

Zhixian put down the teacup, stood up, carried his hands on his back, and walked towards the painter Lu.

"Why should it be more than that, isn't it? Master Lu. The footsteps of the county master stopped in front of the other teacup, he reached out and picked up the teacup of Lu painter, lifted the tea lid, and gently scraped the foam of the tea surface.

"The adult turned out to talk about this matter again, and the villain received eight hundred taels for the painting of the shopkeeper Zhou. The 1,500 taels on the market are just being touted by others and are not believable. Lu Huashi bent over, looked at the ground beside him, there were Zhixian's boots on the ground, he lowered his head and didn't know what to think again, and said in his mouth.

Holding the teacup in one hand and holding his arm with the other, the magistrate helped Lu Huashi up, and put the teacup in his hand with a smile.

"Drink tea. ”

Lu painter, who was holding the teacup, trembled slightly with his hands, perhaps because he had done three arches for a while, and the teacup in his hand was shaking from side to side.

Boom

Painter Lu's hand serving tea was pinched, the lid of the cup hit the teacup, making a sound, and some hot tea was sprinkled and splashed on his hand, and Painter Lu's expression was a little distorted.

In the pain, the voice of the magistrate came very close to the artist's ear, "It's steady..."

Guobei County, Mr. Wei's home

There was no light in the room, and it looked like no one was there.

Mr. Wei entered the house in the dark, fumbled and took out the fire fold from his arms, and was trying to find a candlelight.

"Old Wei, you're back," the scholar's listless voice came from the wooden table where he slept.

The scattered sparks flew up, and Mr. Wei was startled by the sudden sound, and the fire fold in his hand fell to the ground.

"I haven't seen you in the past two days, where have you gone?" Mr. Wei muttered angrily, lowered his head and picked up the fire fold on the ground.

Knock Rum

The scholar turned over from the table and ran down, holding an oil lamp in his hand, and held it near the fire fold in Mr. Wei's hand.

With the light of the firelight, the scholar raised his thick eyebrows, leaned his face in the direction of Mr. Wei with a playful face, and said hehehe: "I went to see an old man." ”

"Female?" Mr. Wei rolled up his sleeves and quipped with a gossip look on his face.

The scholar nodded quickly, trotted to the place where the gentleman had just entered, picked up a few ingredients tied with rice ropes, and walked to the stove.

"Don't think crooked, I'm serious!" The scholar arrived at the stove and found that Mr. Wei, who was untying the rice rope to get the ingredients, was turning his head and smiling at himself from time to time, and the beard on his chin was shaking. Seeing Mr. Wei's appearance, he hurriedly explained.

Nodding, he took out a piece of dried tofu and placed it on the cutting board, Mr. Wei shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, pouted, and said, "Then you can talk about it." ”

"That's right, I..."

Crunch

The sound of the wooden door opening again interrupted the conversation between the two in the room, and Mr. Wei stopped what he was doing and twisted his head to look back.

The scholar who was about to speak was looking at the door with his mouth open at this time.

The person who opened the door and came in was looking at the two people in the room with a curious expression, the wine jug he was holding in his right hand, and he was still holding a black wooden block in his left hand.

Han Qiu Equinox came back, and the three of them were together.