Few people know that Mi Yuhuai's enthusiasm for painting paintings is much higher than that of his seal printing and running scripts, but he has little interest in painting. When he was in embarrassment and poverty, he did exchange two volumes of paintings for money, but they were never sold for the price. , no more than a hundred cents at most, barely enough for a few days of food and clothing.
Yuexiu is very smart. After joining the Mi family, he also learned some poetry, calligraphy, and even painting techniques with Mi Yuhuai. Although he started a little late, his talent is not inferior at all, especially in landscape painting. At that time, Mi My father was also moved, saying that this girl's appearance could be compared with that of Xiao Luochen, who had been famous for a long time. If she studied diligently, she would not be able to add another girl to the list of the Five Scholars.
But Yuexiu never showed off her talents, let alone her reputation. Apart from serving Mi Yu's arms every day, she just read two volumes of books and sewed three or five hairpins to supplement the household income. This has been the case for many years. It wasn't until Mi Yuhuai stepped into the caravan and took up the post of worshiper, taking care of the major and minor affairs of the gang, that the woman who had always been behind Mi Yuhuai finally put aside her needlework and studied hard every day.
At this time, he filled up his ink pen, and Mi Yuhuai sat at the table. He watched the woman beside him studying ink in her small sleeves, and couldn't help but blame him, "The autumn light is already deep, why are you wearing such thin clothes? Not to mention other things, you have always been cold. When I was young, I came to see a doctor who told me that it is best to wear fur clothes to keep warm in autumn and winter, so as to avoid the bitter cold in the meridians, but now I don't care."
"How can it be compared with the past when the food is good and the clothes are warm?" Yuexiu opened the ink and handed it to the table with a smile. "Back in the cold winter, not to mention the fur clothes, it was hard to have enough food all day long. Naturally, I felt cold and lonely. Now this In the house, there are fine clothes and fine food, and all the food is rare for common people. Of course, the whole body is very warm, and you don’t need to be wrapped too tightly to withstand the cold.”
"If you don't know the temperature and cold, how long and how long will it take for your body and bones to be properly maintained?" Mi Yuhuai sighed. He was about to raise the pen, but slowly put it down. "When my father left, he specifically asked me, an elderly person, to Always pay attention to your cold syndrome. It is said that it is the most painful season when cold syndrome occurs. Your whole body feels like it has fallen into an ice cellar. Even if you take hot soup and a thick mattress, it is difficult to resist. You think about it, you are very concerned about it, and you don't know how to heat or cold. , often cold air enters the body without realizing it. Moreover, the work of the chief of the caravan, even though he has such a house, is too laborious and troublesome. A while ago, he was responsible for the income and expenditure of the shops in the city. Now he is suffering from the frequent movements of the Baihu Gate. I have no time to care about him."
After saying that, he couldn't help but take off the patterned black robe that was draped around him and put it on the woman, with a rather complicated expression on his face.
"Young Master wants to retreat, why don't you retreat quickly." Yuexiu's face turned slightly red, she wrapped her black robe tightly, pursed her lips and spoke hesitantly, "The reputation of the caravan is not very good at the moment, although I don't know if Young Master is involved in it. , but after all, people are afraid of what they say. Once the caravan is overturned, I am afraid that the disaster will be more serious, why not take advantage of this opportunity to retreat quickly, even if it is just to save money and travel around the world, it is still a good place."
"If it's true as you say, there will be no more rules in the world." Mi Yuhuai couldn't help laughing, waving his hand to signal the woman to sit down, then picked up his pen, filled it with ink, and slowly started writing on the rice paper, with three or two strokes drawing out the lines. He made a full circle and said, "The caravan is in this shape now. It seems round and harmless, but in fact it is not. Seeing this circle will change from yang to yin, the building will collapse, and I want to help it."
Mi Yuhuai wrote very quickly, as if the tip of the pen only moved for two or three seconds to outline the figure of a bird in the circle, and then left a line of returning birds outside the circle. His expression softened slightly and he asked the woman beside him, "Come here." Let’s take a look at what you have learned recently in the school examination. The sun is like a plate, so why should we live there?”
"As the old saying goes, the black flying rabbit flies away. This bird has three legs. I think it is a genus of golden crow, but I don't know who this golden crow is?" Yuexiu couldn't take his eyes away, glanced at the rice paper, and spoke happily.
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"Of course it's not me." Mi Yuhuai's face brightened again. The gloominess just now seemed to have disappeared like the snow. He picked up his pen again and sketched two or three strange peaks in the scroll. Among them were green pines and small buildings.
"The returning birds outside have walked three times around the tree, but they still have no branches to rely on. They want to step into the sky, but they can't find the way. In the bright sun, hundreds of birds want to leave, but unfortunately they can't. What's more, the Golden Crow is still there, and I really can't bear it. Go, just like your young master, how can you abandon him like a weakling and walk away after receiving his kindness and salary?"
At that time, the Mi family was in decline, and Mi Yuhuai's parents were in decline one after another. At the end of the day, they were in a weak position. There were domineering people in the city. They saw that Yue Xiu's appearance was all superior. If the apricot pear had just grown, he wanted to take it by force, and threw it to the calligraphy and painting sellers along the street. Mi Yu was pregnant with three taels of silver, so he went to kidnap Yuexiu. It happened that the current leader of the caravan saw him and suppressed the matter. A few days later, Mi Yuhuai heard that the man who wanted to kidnap Yuexiu drank too much and fell into the river and died. The whole body was never found. The officials came to visit several times, but they never found out the clues and closed the case hastily. Done.
Yuexiu put his hand on Mi Yuhuai's wrist and shook his head slightly.
"Many things are in the past. Don't think about it carefully. That family is running rampant in the city, and they deserve it. The gang leader's move is what Yuexiu is most grateful for. But it is precisely because of this that the young master can't escape." Seeing Mi Yu. After her arms returned to calmness, the woman let go of her hands and sat firmly aside.
Mi Yuhuai exhaled, stroked his eyebrows, and smiled bitterly, "It's not true that the caravan can be regarded as a cage. At least in this cage, both you and me can stay warm in such a world. What's more, These riches and honors, with no worries about life for the time being, are very different from the past days when they were not able to live without food and clothing. It cannot be said to be a disaster or a good thing."
"After all, the caravan is a big tree with deep roots, and it has enabled many Jianghu people to settle down in Fengyou County. In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with it." The scholar did not finish writing, and there was nothing strange in his eyes, but His tone became even firmer, "As for the achievements that blocked the way for merchants to make money, or the achievements that the county governor had in mind, one is adding glory to the cake, and the other is just a robe in the cold winter, which will not make people feel uncomfortable. It is actually clear at a glance whether freezing to death is more serious or serious. Since we live under the towering tree of the horse gang, of course we must always think about how to make the branches of this tree lush and lush. The person blocking the road ahead is not even a county guard. Even if a high-ranking official from the imperial court comes here, the caravan must not be dispersed."
Literary men have always had a good temper. Even though they often have a gloomy face, they never resort to overly cruel methods, so they appear to be kind-hearted. In addition, they are involved in everything big and small. No matter how you look at it, there is no sharp edge on their faces. But at this moment The hanging pen has not yet fallen, but it is like holding a knife in the hand.
A sharp edge emerges.
