Back Off, Let Me Come

The maids filed in carrying painting equipment.

Even Zhai Huan couldn't help but change his face slightly. He had a sullen face, put down the wine cup in his hand, and was about to stand up and speak - this was not an entertaining meandering banquet. If he really admired Mr. Qi's paintings, he could have ended the banquet and came to the door with a heavy gift to ask for it, instead of treating him with treatment. The contemptuous attitude of an actor...

Is the county governor having fun praying for good deeds?

However, these thoughts only circulated in his mind and were not expressed to his mouth, because he received a hint from Qishan's eyes halfway, telling him not to interfere. Zhai Huan hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips, drank the wine in one gulp, and found an excuse to go outside the hall to get some fresh air.

The Sheriff saw all this.

He sneered secretly: "Young people are still too impatient."

Seeing that Qishan was holding the pen with his right hand, his posture was skillful and natural, and his writing was decisive and neat, he asked, "Can you paint with your left hand, sir?"

Qishan replied naturally: "Yes, I learned it for a while when I was young, but I am not as flexible as my right hand."

The governor recalled in a casual tone: "When I was young, I also knew a friend who could draw with his left hand. However, he did not learn it out of curiosity, but was born with it. For him, his left hand is far easier to use than his right hand. It's a coincidence. He has the same name and surname as you."

Qishan said calmly: "Oh, such a coincidence?"

The county guard was a little embarrassed: "When I saw Mr. Danqing earlier, I thought it was that friend who came to Xiaocheng to visit our residence."

Hearing the words, Qishan handed over the pen to his left hand, and said in the same way: "The governor and his friends have a very deep relationship and a deep friendship?"

The sheriff sighed: "Yes, it's a pity I haven't seen you for many years."

Qi Shan smiled and said nothing, focusing on drawing paper.

Paint with your left hand?

No one at the table was interested in this.

Because people in the world are right-handed and respect the right, left-handed people are a special case. Even if some people are born more left-handed, the elders in the family will correct it by means. Deliberately learning to draw with the left hand, isn't it just a small way to sensationalize the public?

Even if there are guests laughing and chatting.

"In my humble opinion, learning to paint requires one-third talent and seven-cent hard work. Solid painting skills and a solid foundation are the top priority. Which hand you use to draw is secondary. If you are born with your left hand, the elders in your family will also If it is not corrected in time, there is nothing to say. But if you waste your energy for a gimmick, wouldn’t it be putting the cart before the horse?"

In this world, "painting" is more often used for entertainment, and ordinary literary scholars do not put much effort into this aspect. With this time, wouldn't it be better to study the spirit of speech and meditate more? If you indulge too much, you will be labeled as "playing things and losing your mind".

Because he didn't know how good the relationship between the sheriff and his friend was, he left that "friend" out and only prayed for good.

After saying this, some familiar guests smiled and agreed.

The county governor said nothing.

When the guests saw this, they knew that praying for kindness had no weight in the eyes of the sheriff. It was a dispensable thing that could be used for fun, and did not need much respect. As a result, the content of the chats became more discussions about "leftists", or "strange stories", or "gossip and gossip".

Qi Shan remained motionless, neither angry at being humiliated nor ashamed at being ridiculed. It was as if the chatter around his ears was all nonsense and had nothing to do with him, and his heart could not be stirred at all. There are waves.

The county guard secretly looked at Qishan while drinking tea.

Heart wavering.

It wasn't that he suspected that Qi Shan was the "Qi Shan" he knew. He had doubted it before meeting the person. He had trouble sleeping and eating because of it. He wished he could send someone to assassinate him, but he was too afraid to act rashly. It wasn't until I met the real person that I felt relieved.

The two are too different to be the same person.

But he suspected that the person in front of him might have been sent by his political opponents to disgust him, and "Praying for Good" was not his real name. In this way, the doubts are justified. Therefore, the county magistrate allowed others to ridicule him, and also intended to provoke and test him.

Not long after, Qishan handed in the painting.

The county guard didn't take a closer look, and praised Qishan's painting skills with his hands, and the other guests also praised him in a flattering manner, as if they were not the ones who had been so weird and scolding Huai not long ago. Qi Shan was too lazy to deal with the fuss, so he just made an excuse and left with the plate of remuneration.

Not long after leaving the house, he met Zhai Huan who was going back to the main hall.

Qi Shan said: "Mr. Zhai Dalang is a guest here?"

Zhai Huan: "Visit celebrities."

celebrity? ? ?

His enemy? ? ?

Qi Shan tilted his head, recalled for a while, and remembered.

This enemy of his is a fast climber and good at hugging thighs, but he has a bad reputation. In order to make up for his shortcomings, he often invites famous people from all over Sibao County to play together, taking the word "according to their preferences" to the extreme.

He would not miss any celebrities who passed by his territory, making the guests fully feel the host's hospitality. He would give money, people and warmth, and he was righteous, warm and generous.

After going back and forth, she actually became a well-known celebrity (lady), and she had a strong presence in the celebrity circle (ladies circle).

Qishan asked with a smile: "How is he?"

Zhai Huan: "..."

Although he didn't speak, his expression seemed to have said everything, which made Qishan feel very happy.

He patted Zhai Huan on the shoulder and said mysteriously: "It's fun."

Zhai Huan: "Play?"

"I heard that the concubines kept in the backyard of this county magistrate are all extremely beautiful and beautiful. I may be lucky..."

Zhai Huan: "..."

His expression became more and more stiff. Seeing that Qi Shan was in a good mood, he made a "whistle" motion on his shoulder, as if Zhai Huan had caught some stolen goods in this house, laughed loudly, and walked away.

Zhai Huan said to Qi Shan's back, "Sir, be careful too."

Since the governor's gold and jade were exposed, he would not let Qi Shan easily take away those gold ingots, so he still couldn't let down his guard. Qi Shan naturally also knows this truth.

But he didn't panic at all, and used the money to make purchases under the eyes of the people sent by the county government. But he didn't buy all rice and grain. Most of them were wood, charcoal, cloth and seeds, and a few farm tools, pens, inks, paper and inkstones, which he bought for others. Not sure what he wanted to do.

More than 40 cars were loaded.

Qishan was either on the way shopping or drinking and having fun. Sometimes he would catch a drunkard in a wine shop and chatter for an hour.

No useful content at all.

He talked nonsense and made people yawn again and again.

Qi Shan enjoys it, and occasionally buys good ingredients or dried fish with his raccoon slave called "Su Shang".

After three or four days of this, Qishan finally left Xiaocheng with all his money. As soon as he left, a group of people followed him on the back.

He has a sly eyebrow and has evil intentions.

They also accidentally heard that this poor scribe had a huge fortune, and based on the principle that there was no such shop in this village, they planned to do something big.

Unexpectedly, following him to the suburbs, the person in his sight suddenly disappeared.

"People? Where are people?"

"Why did you suddenly disappear?"

Just when they were panicking, a laugh came from behind.

"Are you guys looking for me?"

When he turned around, he saw a thin, green-robed scribe holding a long sword with a smile on his face. From a distance, he looked like a straight green bamboo.

The little thieves: "..."

Only half an hour.

Qi Shan threw away the handkerchief used to wipe the blood on the sword.

Sheathed the sword and walked leisurely towards the mountains.

Faintly, you can still hear him whispering to others.

"Su Shang, go back with dad to ring the bell."

"What bell are you ringing, you ask?"

"Of course this is the death knell for that villain!"