Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican really didn't expect this, so he closed his eyes and thought for a while.

He clapped his hands and said, "Brother Wang, don't worry about making things old."

"As for the latter point, it seems that it won't work if I don't use some shocking methods..."

Wang Heming was very curious and asked him repeatedly what shocking means he had, but Chen Zican laughed and refused to answer.

The two of them supplemented and corrected each other's words, and soon the plan was perfected.

Chen Zican sighed: "Sure enough, smart people all have the talent to be liars!"

"Brother Wang, I think we will be successful together."

"Have you ever considered changing careers and joining the charlatan profession with your younger brother?"

Wang Heming laughed: "First of all, you have to let me see what shocking tricks you have."

"If in the future, all the people who are deceived are these scumbags, I won't mind being a liar with you, brother."

While the two were talking, Chen Zican had already modified the carrot seal in his hand several times.

Seeing that they could almost get away with it, they changed their clothes with Wang Heming, took a few entourages, and went to visit the county magistrate Mr. Zhou.

When his disciples came to report that there was Brother Xi Xiuxian, a supervisor outside, who was asking for a meeting with his name, Zhou Fengji didn't want to pay attention to it.

But after reading the letter handed over with the name card, his expression immediately changed and he hurried out to greet him.

Zhou Fengji was secretly heartbroken when he saw Wang Heming's elegant manners, conversation and behavior.

How could a family like this come from a century-old family?

Wang Heming and Chen Zican were welcomed into the main hall, and the two parties exchanged greetings. Zhou Fengji put down his identity and showed kindness.

Chen Zican and Wang Heming had ulterior motives and were particularly flattering.

Without saying a few words, the three of them began to call each other brothers and sisters, as if they were close friends they hadn't seen for many years.

Sure enough, whether it was mental calculation or not, things went exactly according to Chen Zican's plan.

When Zhou Fengji impatiently requested, he would hold wine at the county government office tonight, invite Sun Shangshu, Liu Jinshi and other celebrities to come over to appreciate the paintings, and also hold a charity sale for disaster relief.

Wang Heming secretly shouted in his heart: "It's done!"

So far, things have gone smoothly beyond imagination.

The rhythm of the conversation, the direction of attention, Zhou Fengji’s reaction...

Everything did not exceed Chen Zican's expectations.

Wang Heming secretly sighed: "Zi Can is so young and his skills are unpredictable, that's all."

"The grasp of the world and people's hearts is even more impressive!"

The three of them chatted about each other, and before they knew it, it was noon. Chen Zican and Wang Heming stood up to say goodbye.

Zhou Fengji pulled his sleeves and tried hard to persuade him to stay, so he served wine in the county government office again.

They drank until the top of the willow trees reached the moonlight, then the two of them came out drunk.

Zhou Fengji walked all the way to the gate and asked when he would appreciate the paintings.

Chen Zican smiled and said: "My brother has a lot of followers. Since we are going to stay in Handan for a few days, we will inevitably have to find a place to settle down first. Master Zhou, don't be anxious."

Zhou Fengji hurriedly invited the two of them to stay at the county government office, but Chen Zican and Wang Heming both declined repeatedly.

If he said that he lived in the county government office, it would inevitably arouse suspicion, so he gave up.

Before leaving, Chen Zican pretended not to care and asked if there was a suitable house in Nancheng. They wanted to rent it to settle their family, but the inn was too simple.

Zhou Fengji patted his chest and agreed, then said goodbye.

The two of them were in a good mood, neither of them got in the car, and walked back under the moonlight all the way.

Wang Heming smiled and said: "Zi Can, how do you think I performed today?"

"Do you have any talent for "liar"?"

Chen Zican patted him on the shoulder and said sternly: "Brother Wang, your acting skills were quite good today. In time, if you wear away the traces of the axe, you will become a great liar..."

This is exactly what Mr. Xuege, Wang Heming's master, said about him.

Chen Zican said it jokingly, so he spoke highly of him.

However, if he had known that Mr. Xue Ge also had a nickname called "Bada Shanren", he probably wouldn't have dared to tease him like this.

They both laughed again.

Wang Heming was like a curious baby playing a new game, asking, what are the so-called ax chisel marks?

Chen Zican stopped his smile, looked at Wang Heming, and shook his head pretending to be profound.

"Brother Wang wants to be a liar. There is one big problem, and that is that he is too handsome!"

"You are such a handsome liar, you are like a firefly in the dark night. How can you escape if you commit a crime?"

The next day, Chen Zican took Tong Monk and Guo'er to the street and bought a lot of miscellaneous things.

After coming back, he picked out some pieces of cooked rice paper and asked Wang Heming to use them for painting.

He also specifically told him that the style and brushwork of each painting must be different.

It would be best if he painted something he had copied before and was familiar with, so that no one could see any flaws in his technique.

Wang Heming smiled and agreed.

Chen Zican went back to his room, found two pine boards he had bought, and nailed them into a T shape.

He turned around to greet the clumsy little girl who was applying rouge in front of the mirror.

"Kou'er, come here!"

Guan'er responded, ran over, and stretched his face towards Chen Zican.

"Master, are you beautiful?"

Chen Zican looked up and was startled when he saw a New Year painting doll.

He stretched out his hand to push her head away in disgust: "You'll look prettier after washing! Don't move——"

"Hey, Master, why are you pulling out my hair?"

"What's your name? You all belong to the young master, so what does pulling out a few hairs mean?"

"Don't move, young master has his own uses..."

Chen Zican didn't even raise his head, soaking a few long hair in the soju.

"you--"

Guan'er bit her lip and her rouged face turned redder: "Why don't you pull out your own?"

"Mine!"

"Look, how many are left on the back of the young master's head?" Chen Zican said confidently.

While they were talking, Magistrate Zhou sent someone to report.

In the south of the city, there is an empty house owned by Jiang Zhongcheng, and his family members have gone to work with him.

The house has three courtyards, which are quiet and elegant.

Furniture and everything are all available, so you can move in and live there.

The room is spacious enough to accommodate dozens of people.

Wang Heming and Chen Zican discussed it and ordered someone to send the money immediately. In the afternoon, they moved there together.

In the evening, Wang Heming came over and said that he had finished six paintings, all of which were imitated by famous people.

Ask yourself, from a technical point of view, it is already perfect, do you have enough?

Chen Zican was playing with a strange thing on the table. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "For this ordinary thing, six pictures are enough."

"Brother Wang, you have worked hard. Let's rest today. We will paint two more paintings tomorrow."

Wang Heming tried his best and painted very seriously.

Seeing that he didn't even look at it, he just said that these six pictures were ordinary and that the boss felt uncomfortable.

I thought to myself, is tomorrow going to be unusual? Huh, I want to see if there's anything unusual!

Chen Zican didn't think so much. He was taking off the thin chain from a copper hairpin and hanging it on a long strip cut from a copper sheet.

There is a hole in the middle of this copper piece, and a small iron nail is used as the axis, which is fixed in the middle of the T-shaped wooden board.

Like the hands of a Western chiming clock.

A small hole is also drilled into one end of the pointer and hung with a thin wire.

Below, hang the thin copper chain so that the pointer points flatly to the right.

Marks are engraved on the wooden board in an arc, and the pointer is facing "0".

The more Wang Heming looked, the more puzzled he became, and he couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"

Chen Zican pointed at the board casually: "This is the bracket, this is the pointer, this is the button's hair..."

"Ah?" Wang Heming became even more curious: "Hair? What is this used for?"

Chen Zican looked back at him and said mysteriously: "This, hehe, it's a divine weapon."

"You will know then..."

Wang Heming tilted his head, looked carefully at the poor workmanship and crude equipment, and curled his lips slightly.