They quietly got out of the car in Chesan Town, Wufu Minfeng.
Zhu Daqingdao: "We have already agreed that you are not allowed to spend a penny on me. Otherwise, I will kick you out."
Yuan Lingkang looked at Zhu Daqiu and said, "I thought you were joking. Could it be that you want to sleep on the grass and chew grass roots?"
"I can live in a harsh environment without eating for 2 days!"
Yuan Lingkang kept changing his tactics along the way, trying to suppress him, but this made Zhu Daqiu high-spirited and proud.
Zhu Daqiu observed for a day and there was no stall selling paintings here. I simply drew a few grass and tree paintings as a model, set up a stall in a busy place, and observed the people coming and going.
He thought to himself: If Wu Shangxi was here, there would be no need to be so passive.
Gradually we became familiar with him, and people around him also knew that there was a person setting up a stall and selling paintings in this place, which was very strange.
Yuan Lingkang came to see Zhu Daqiu and said, "It's very popular, but not a single painting has been sold. They don't understand the beauty of your paintings at all. It's been two days, and I'm treating you to a big dinner."
At this moment, a man with a fleshy face squeezed over. He took out a wad of money and threw it on Zhu Daqiu's drawing paper. He said in a rough voice: "I am a pig farmer, draw me a picture of a pig."
Zhu Daqiu glanced at him sideways and said, "If you don't draw, you won't know how to draw."
The pig farmer rolled his eyes and said, "Haven't you ever seen a pig?"
"Can I know everything I've seen?"
"You have seen a pig, why can't you draw it? Is it because I didn't give you enough money?"
"Others are sincere, but you are testing and trying to cause trouble."
Zhu Daqiu deliberately didn't look at him, but paid attention to his every move.
"His grandma, I'm just here to test and cause trouble, what the hell!"
The pig-raiser glared and waved his fists, showing the aura of swallowing him.
Zhu Daqiu glanced at him. The pig farmer was frightened and immediately said respectfully:
"I am a pig farmer, a pig dealer, and a pig butcher. I have always wanted to ask for a portrait of a pig to be offered in the main hall. The main purpose is to pay homage to the souls of the dead and to bless me with wealth. I beg you for your help."
"Then you don't have to raise pigs, sell pigs, or kill pigs."
"Recently, I keep dreaming about pigs asking for my life, and I want to ask for a painting to ward off evil spirits and offer sacrifices."
Yuan Lingkang looked at Zhu Daqiu with a smile, as if to say: Who do you choose between art and money?
The pig farmer said: "If you think the money is not enough, I can add more. I have no other way to express my sincerity."
He was arrogant at first and respectful at the other, so Zhu Daqiu had no choice but to say: "It has nothing to do with the money. I might not be able to draw a pig that satisfies you."
The pig farmer heard him relent and said happily: "It's not difficult, it's not difficult. All I have to ask for is that I don't have any requirements. As long as it looks like a pig!"
Zhu Daqiu picked up the paintbrush, sketched and painted the appearance of pigs eating.
As soon as he finished the painting, he was picked up by the pig farmer and said excitedly: "I will definitely find a first-class framer to frame it. It will be passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom!"
He quickly disappeared into the endless crowd.
Zhu Daqiu was very surprised, Yuan Lingkang had an inexplicable feeling, and the two looked at each other.
Zhu Daqiu said vigorously: "Let's go, brother, let me treat you to a big dinner!"
I closed the painting stall, carried the painting folder, and went to find a luxurious hotel.
Yuan Lingkang counted the money and said, "Oh my God, that rotten pig you painted is actually worth 20,000!"
Zhu Daqiu smiled and said: "This is the beauty of art - I don't think it's worth it either."
"Have you been taken advantage of?"
"I've succeeded in selling paintings, so why don't you say a few words about it, are you unhappy?"
"I must spend all your money in one breath!"
Yuan Lingkang held up the money and shook it.
"The premise is to find a place for me to live. I already smell."
Yuan Lingkang sniffed him and said, "It smells better than a dead body."
Zhu Daqiu got goosebumps, and then he remembered that this petite woman was once a tomb dweller.
Yuan Lingkang opened his mouth, revealing two tiger teeth, and said sadly: "Come here, come here quickly, come into my heart!"
Zhu Daqiu laughed loudly and said: "You ghost girl, finally let go! Go eat first!"
After the meal, Yuan Lingkang opened a room next door for Zhu Daqiu.
Fo Xiao, I wish Daqiu will actively set up a stall. There will be many people watching, but no one will buy.
I thought to myself: I’m just waiting for someone to take advantage of me! Just go back and forget it.
On the way back to the hotel, I noticed someone was following me.
When he arrived at the door of his room, the man followed Zhu Daqiu closely.
"Your Majesty, why have you followed me all the way here?"
The man blushed and said, "I would like to ask for a painting."
Zhu Daqiu saw him. Although his clothes were old, they were starched and clean. His skin was fair, and although he was tall, he looked weak and not a wise man, so he let him into the room.
Asked: "What do you want to draw?"
"My name is Qifa, and I am also a foreigner. I came to this town to make a living. My hometown is in Wangchuan. It is a poor and remote place, and my family is very poor. I have to send money back every season, and only one mother and one sister are left in the family to survive. . I’m short of money, so I’m afraid it’ll be difficult to pay for the painting. If I don’t want to, I’d like to thank you, and let’s just say goodbye.”
"You came to me just to say these few words? You didn't even tell me, what are you going to draw?"
"This should not be done, and it's embarrassing. Brother, if you don't want to do it, there's nothing wrong with it."
Inspired to bow and retreat.
Zhu Daqiu became more and more curious and said, "If you don't tell me what you want to draw, how can I draw it?"
After thanking him for enlightenment, his face turned red again, as if he was ashamed to say it.
Zhu Daqiu took off his painting folder, put down the drawing paper, looked at Qi Qiu, and thought he was very strange.
After some ideological struggle, Qi Qi gathered up the courage and said: "She is a senior masseur. She can't get it when she asks for it, but can't see it when she looks at her. She is looming, her features are picturesque, and she is as beautiful as a fairy."
Zhu Daqiu roughly understood and said: "What you said is a compliment. It is too general. Can you be more specific?"
"To be honest, I make a living by teaching. I accidentally saw a woman, and I have been obsessed with it ever since. Her smile and smile were deeply ingrained in my mind and rooted in my heart. I knew I shouldn't, but I still asked around, and I found out that she was Dong Qing. The top name in the hall is Dong Youyi.
It costs 5,000 to make an appointment to meet and chat with her; 10,000 to accompany her for tea or wine, which is really unaffordable.
Therefore, I want to have a portrait to comfort myself throughout my life. "
After Zhu Daqiu heard this, he said angrily: "You are a teacher and educator, why are you so obsessed with masseurs?"
Qiqi sighed and said: "What Mr. said is true. I have never felt this way about any other woman. She is the only one I have a soft spot for."
Zhu Daqiu declined: "Figure painting is not what I am good at."
Qiqi suddenly knelt down and said: "As long as I have her portrait, I will be satisfied!"
Zhu Daqiu was confused for a while, thinking: Which one is right, infatuation or obsession with beauty? Which one is the demon?
He said, "Well, strictly speaking, your requirements are not high. Your behavior is detrimental to your character. Get up first and don't let me look down on you."
Qiqi stood up and said: "I also know that this is not a good thing. However, it seems that I have fallen into a demonic barrier and it is really difficult to extricate myself."
When Zhu Daqiu heard "Magic Barrier", he thought of himself and said: "What does the number one Dong Youyi you mentioned look like?"
Qing Qing looked at the roof and said affectionately: "True beauty is difficult to express in words!"
Although Zhu Daqiu appreciated his infatuation, he hated his obscenity and said, "You haven't seen what she looks like, have you?"
Qi Qi was exposed to the truth and said: "So I asked for a portrait, as long as the spirit is similar, it will be fine."
I wish Daqiu is happy and funny. For the sake of being a teacher, I decided to go to Dongqing Hall.
Arrive at the center of the town, walk west, and come to the edge of the East River. The sky was already dark, and big willow trees hung on the stone roadside over the river. Occasionally, people in twos and threes pass by, whispering.
Going upstream, the wide stream becomes narrower. The flow begins to diverge further upward, with the large flow turning to the west and the thin flow diagonally heading south.
Passing by the large open-air venue in front of the rockery at dusk, I suddenly saw a row of wooden lofts with lights on.
I thought: This is the Dongqing Pavilion.
