The wild rabbit looks like it will be ready to give birth in a few days.
Thinking of the rabbit meat to eat later, Su Yixin suddenly felt wonderful.
"This is breakfast left for you."
Su Yixin brought a bowl of brown rice and a bowl of mushroom soup to the table.
Luo Wushang didn't dare to run far, so he only wandered around the hilltop in the back mountain. It took him three laps to find the wild rabbit.
It couldn't be killed directly, so it took a lot of effort to bring the wild rabbit back.
My stomach was cramping due to hunger.
I thought it was too late and Su Yixin would not leave food for it, but I didn't expect that she still had such a conscience.
Su Yixin wanted to put the bowl on the ground for it to eat to save trouble.
Luo Wushang disagrees.
It has made meritorious deeds and has certain human rights, which must be respected.
The sun has been good these days, so Su Yixin took the black fungus she picked yesterday and dried it on the dustpan with her hands a few times, and then put it back in the yard to dry.
When the fungus is dried, it will be another dish.
"Zi Yuan, do you still have unused rice paper in your parents' room?"
There are still a few days left for spring plowing, and now that she has nothing to do, Su Yixin wants to copy a copy of the exercises to Gu Qingjue.
Ordinary paper is too thin and difficult to store. If you use rice paper, it can be stored for a long time.
Rice paper first appeared in the Song Dynasty. It was mostly used to engrave books and was very expensive.
Gu Mingbo loved Mrs. Fan and knew that she liked painting and writing poems. He went to Jiangning Prefecture six years ago and brought a bunch of them to Mrs. Fan.
After so many years, Fan was reluctant to use it and kept it.
I just don’t know if Fan sold it to pay for medicine when he was seriously ill.
"have."
At that time, he wanted to exchange the rice paper for medicine money, but unfortunately there were too few students in the village, and they would not be willing to use such a valuable thing.
I also went to town and asked.
Several ink studios did not accept them.
Therefore, Mrs. Fan still has the original stack of rice paper in her room.
"follow me."
Su Yixin and Gu Qingjue came to Fan's previous room.
The door was locked. Gu Qingjue opened the lock with the key. Su Yixin followed and walked in. The room was already covered with a thin layer of dust.
Gu Qingjue looked around and his eyes started to turn red.
He missed his father and grandma.
Su Yixin used to come in to this room several times a day to help Fan wash her body and change her clothes.
The furnishings in the house are also familiar.
However, she couldn't remember when there was a picture of a beautiful lady in the house.
The woman in the painting is wearing a red dress and a cyan mat on her head. The white gauze on the mat is blown open by the wind, revealing the woman's delicate face.
The woman has distant mountain eyebrows, pink and phoenix eyes, and red lips. She is leaning slightly against a plum tree, holding a branch of extremely bright red plum in her hand.
When I suddenly looked at it, I felt like the woman was about to step out of the painting.
Su Yixin narrowed her eyes.
He turned around and asked Gu Qingjue: "Zi Yuan, when did this painting hang here?"
"I remember that this painting was sent by a mother from the Gu family two days before my grandmother passed away."
"Gu family's family?"
Su Yixin had never heard Mrs. Fan mention it. She thought that Gu Mingbo had suffered a disaster at home, so she took Mrs. Fan to live here in seclusion.
I didn't expect that there is still a family.
However, the Fan family was in trouble, but the Gu family sent a servant to send a useless picture of a beautiful lady. What was the purpose?
Gu Qingjue said: "The Gu family's original family is in Jiangning Mansion. The current magistrate is Gu Mingjue, the eldest son of the Gu family. My father is the eldest son."
The Gu family is an old clan, a hairpin family. Their ancestors rose from Nantang. After the demise of Nantang, they fell silent for decades and then became active in the court. It has been a hundred years now.
Having stood for hundreds of years, one can imagine the profound heritage of the Gu family.
Su Yixin was surprised.
Unexpectedly, Gu Mingbo had such an identity.
It's just that how could a child of such aristocratic family hide in the small Wangjia Village and not have any contact with the family all year round.
At this time, a breeze blew and rolled up the paintings on the wall.
Su Yixin raised her eyes, and the woman in red on the wall seemed to be alive and smiled strangely at her.
Su Yixin's eyes were condensed.
There is something really wrong with this painting.
The woman in red in the painting may have condensed her soul into the painting, so the painting is her world.
I just don’t know if Fan’s death has anything to do with this painting demon.
"The rice paper is here."
Gu Qingjue finally found the rice paper, and Su Yixin looked away calmly.
He smiled and said to Gu Qingjue: "Sure enough, this rice paper is indeed the gold in paper. It is durable and not brittle. Five or six years later, it is still as good as new."
"Yixin, what do you want this rice paper to be used for?"
Su Yixin suppressed a smile, glanced at the painting demon, and said, "Go and talk in your room."
Gu Qingjue went to private school and kept all his pen and ink in his room.
After entering the room, Su Yixin immediately closed the door and asked Luo Wushang to guard the door just in case.
"Ziyuan, there is a demon."
"Demon?"
Gu Qingjue was about to say it was impossible, but when he saw Su Yixin, he swallowed these words.
"It, where is it?"
"In Grandma's bedroom, hidden in the painting, is the painting demon."
"The painting demon..., Aniang, could it be that this painting demon killed Aniang?"
Su Yixin shook her head with a solemn expression: "I don't know this either. Only by catching the painting demon can we know the truth."
In fact, Su Yixin lied to Gu Qingjue in this sentence.
Demons are also divided into good and evil.
Luo Wushang cannot be said to be purely kind, but at least its breath is clean, proving that it has not sucked human essence.
Evil is like this painting demon, whose aura is turbid and has separated from the innate demon.
Even if this kind of evil demon becomes a demon king in the future, the probability of surviving the tribulation and becoming a demon king is almost zero.
God will take care of it.
This is the difference between good and evil.
This painting demon has been condensing its painting soul for less than two months, and its aura has become muddy. It is most likely that it has absorbed Fan's essence.
It's just that all this is Su Yixin's guess.
"Catch the monster, Yixin, are you sure?"
In Gu Qingjue's opinion, being able to absorb the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon and become a monster is very powerful.
"It has only been two months since the painting demon condensed its painting soul. It is still unable to separate from its true body. The demon's power is weak. With the Qiankun Glazed Mirror given by Master Mingdao, it should be able to fight against the painting demon."
Gu Qingjue thought that the painting demon might be related to Fan's death, so he no longer hesitated and asked, "Maybe I can help?"
Su Yixin thought of Gu Qingjue's precious horoscope.
Nodding: "I'll tell you what to do when the time comes!"
After talking about the painting of demons, Su Yixin asked Gu Qingjue to lay out the rice paper while she grinded it: "I told you to write."
"good."
Rice paper was precious, so Gu Qingjue didn't ask Su Yixin what she wanted to write, and just agreed.
This made Su Yixin very satisfied.
Based on her memory, Su Yixin selected a book of exercises that was most suitable for him to practice now.
Gu Qingjue kept writing until he realized what Su Yixin wanted him to write.
"Is this a skill?"
"Well, I can only remember a few. This is what I think is most suitable for you based on your current situation."
It's already noon to practice the exercises in silence.
The black fungus has been dried. Su Yixin soaked a large bowl of it in warm water, cut a few slices of bacon, and made half a pot of steamed buns with black flour.
After lunch, Su Yixin packed up the stove, held up her hands, and looked worried at the only food left in the kitchen.
With four mouths in the family and a bottomless pit to live in, making money is imminent.
