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. He pursed his 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."
This thought flashed through his mind one second, and the next second he saw Qi Shan holding the pen in his right hand, with a skillful and natural posture, and he wrote decisively and neatly.
He asked: "Sir, can you paint with your left hand?"
Qishan replied with a natural expression: "Yes, I was curious and learned it for a while when I was young, but I'm just 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 said with some embarrassment: "When I saw Mr.'s paintings earlier, I thought it was that friend who came to Xiaocheng to see me."
After hearing this, Qishan handed the pen to his left hand and said while drawing: "Listen to what the county magistrate said, you have a very deep relationship with your friend, and have a deep friendship?"
The county guard sighed: "Yes, it's a pity that we haven't seen him for many years."
Qi Shan smiled and said nothing, focusing on drawing paper.
Painting with your left hand?
No one at the table was interested in this.
Because everyone in the world uses their right hand and respects the right hand, those who use the left hand have become a special case. Even if some people are born more left-handed, the elders in the family will use methods to correct it. Isn't deliberately learning to draw with the left hand just a small way to impress people?
Even if there is a guest chatting with a smile: "In my humble opinion, when learning to paint, one-third talent, seven-part diligence, solid painting skills and a solid foundation are the most important. What hand you use to paint is secondary. If I am naturally good at using my left hand, and the elders in the family did not correct me in time, so it’s hard to say. But if you waste energy just for gimmicks, isn’t it putting the cart before the horse?”
In this world, "painting" is mostly used for entertainment, and generally literary scholars will not put much effort into this aspect. If you have this time, wouldn't it be better to study more on spirituals and meditation? If you indulge too much, you will be labeled as "losing your mind by playing with things."
Because he didn't know how good the relationship between the county governor and his friend was, he left the "friend" out and only prayed for the unknown.
After saying this, some familiar guests smiled and agreed.
The county governor said nothing.
When the guests saw this, they knew that Qi Shan had no weight in the eyes of the county governor. He was a dispensable thing that could be used for fun and did not need much respect. As a result, the chat content included more discussions about "leftists", "odd stories", or "scandal gossip".
Qi Shan remained motionless, neither angry at being humiliated nor ashamed at being ridiculed. It seemed 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. Children's waves.
The county guard secretly looked at Qishan while drinking tea.
The heart is 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 Qishan was not his real name but a pseudonym. The person in front of him might have been sent by his political opponents to disgust him. In this way, the doubts are justified. Therefore, the county magistrate allowed others to mock him, and also intended to provoke and test him.
Not long after, Qi Shan made a painting.
The county guard didn't take a closer look and praised Qishan's painting skills with his hands. The other guests also complimented him very much, as if they weren't the ones who were 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.
Qishan asked, "Mr. Zhai Dalang, are you here as a guest?"
Zhai Huan: "Visiting celebrities."
Celebrities? ? ?
His enemy? ? ?
Qishan tilted his head, thought about it for a while, and finally 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 four words "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, give people warmth, and be righteous, warm and generous.
Over time, she became a well-known celebrity, and she had a strong presence in the celebrity circle.
Qi Shan smiled and asked, "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 knew this truth, but he didn't panic at all. He used the money to make large 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, seeds, and a few farm tools. , pen, ink, paper and inkstone, people can’t figure out what he wants to do.
More than 40 cars were loaded.
There were a lot of things, but they only cost less than one gold ingot, and the people sent by the county couldn't tell anything. Qi Shan was either on the way shopping or drinking and having fun. Sometimes he could catch a drunkard in a wine shop chatting for an hour. .
Nothing useful at all.
He talked nonsense and made people yawn again and again.
Qi Shan enjoyed it, and occasionally would buy 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 behind him, with sly looks and 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 were ready to do something big.
Unexpectedly, after 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 in his hand and smiling. From a distance, he looked like a straight green bamboo.
Only half an hour.
Qi Shan threw away the handkerchief he used to wipe 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!"
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