Husband and father in another world are responsible

Although I decided not to write "Journey to the West", the story of Ji Chunshan still needs to be finished.After the rain and snow on the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, it had only cleared for two days, and the sky began to be gloomy again. The children stopped going out after class, and they all nestled on the warm kang of Ji's house and listened to stories.

This afternoon, Ji Chunshan was talking about Tang Monk Sun Wukong's mentor and disciple Gao Laozhuang accepting Zhu Bajie as an apprentice, when he suddenly heard someone talking outside.

"Is anyone at home?" It was a slightly familiar woman's voice.

"Someone is here." Ji Chunshan responded in the room, and when he went out to see, it was not a stranger, but Du Shi, the daughter-in-law of Wang Liehu, and said with a smile: "So it's my sister-in-law, please come in."

Du's feet didn't move, but he asked with a smile: "Brother Ji is at home, excuse me, I wonder if Xiao Er is at your house now?"

"Do you want to disturb me or not? My sister-in-law is too polite. Xiao Er is in the house, so my sister-in-law can come in and talk." Ji Chunshan said, and lifted the curtain for Mrs. Du again.

Only then did Mrs. Du say, "Hey, good." After that, he walked in the door with his skirt up.

As soon as he entered the east room, Mrs. Du felt a wave of hot air mixed with a faint fragrance rushing towards her face, and immediately sighed: "The room is so warm and fragrant, it seems to be in spring."

As he spoke, his eyes swept around the room. Compared with the first time he came, the furnishings in the room have not changed much, but there are two pots of flowers and plants whose names are not known on the window sill. The leaves are slender and straight. The flowers are yellow and white, thin and small, and most of the fragrant breath comes from it.On the right-hand side of the entrance, there is a big black guy with a height of half a person standing against the wall. A large pipe with the same black lacquer and the thickness of a bowl stands on top of the black guy, and stretches out of the window through a hole in the paper window. Even though they were some distance away, they could still feel the hotness emanating from that big black guy.

Mrs. Du recognized this big black guy, and he couldn't help saying when he saw it: "Brother Ji installed this stove, no wonder the room is so warm. My natal family also installed one, although it costs a tael of silver, it is more expensive Some, but it is very convenient, not only can warm the house, but also cook a meal or something, but it is more convenient than an earthen stove and saves firewood, and it is very useful even in summer."

How could Ji Chunshan not know the benefits of this stove? It was he who sent the blueprints to the blacksmith shop, but he didn’t need to say anything to outsiders, so he said, “Sister-in-law said that, and I also considered it in the same way. Got one."

"Sister-in-law is here, please sit down." Ye Qinglan heard the conversation between Ji Chunshan and Mrs. Du outside, so she stood up and invited Mrs. Du to sit down, and poured water from the pot.

"Don't be too busy, brother, I'm here to find Xiaoer, and I have to take him home quickly." Shi Du hurriedly stepped forward and pressed the teapot in Ye Qinglan's hand.

Ye Qinglan had already poured a glass, handed it to Mrs. Du, and said with a smile: "My sister-in-law always needs a glass of water when she comes, and it won't be a while."

"Then thank you brother." Ye Qinglan said so, Du Shi couldn't refuse anymore, so she took the water, and then took a sip casually, but she tasted sour and sweet in her mouth, she looked down. , In the plain white porcelain bowl, there was bright red and clear rock sugar hawthorn water. Surprise flashed in her eyes, and she lowered her head and took another sip.

After drinking, he raised his head and laughed, "After walking around the village, I'm really thirsty."

Ye Qinglan smiled and said, "Then drink more." Then she lifted the teapot and added some to Du Shi's cup.

"Mother, what's the matter at home?" Wang Xiaoer and his friends were listening to the story excitedly, and suddenly they were interrupted, which was unavoidably anxious, but the person who didn't want to come was actually Du Shi, who came to look for him.

Mrs. Du then said to Wang Xiaoer: "It's your cousin from afar who has not seen you yet, your father asked me to take you back to recognize him. He told me that you should have finished class at this time, most likely I was playing in the back mountain area, so I went there, but I didn't find anyone, so I came here to ask." The last sentence was addressed to Ye Qinglan.

Ji Chunshan on the side smiled at this time: "Usually these children would not stay in the room for a while after class, but it's been colder these days, and I heard something from other places. Tell them the story, and they don’t like to go out.”

"So that's how it is," Du Shi nodded, and said with a smile, "It's fine if you don't go out. It's freezing cold, and it's easy to get frostbite on your hands and feet. It's even worse if you catch a cold and catch the wind."

There were still guests waiting at home, and it was inconvenient for Mrs. Du to stay for a long time, so she took Wang Xiaoer away.

Because they can read and write together, the four children have a very good relationship. Seeing that Wang Xiaoer is gone, Ji Ningxu and the Zhao brothers and sisters are very loyal and decided to continue listening to the following story together when Wang Xiaoer comes tomorrow.

Ji Chunshan naturally had no objection, but what surprised him was that when Wang Xiaoer came back the next day, he was followed by a little tail.

"Xiaoer, why did you bring your younger sister? Does your mother know?" Ji Chunshan asked, this Du family attaches great importance to her daughter, and she doesn't want to leave for a moment, this Wang Ning'er left home with Wang Xiaoer, and she doesn't know her do you know.

"My mother said she was too busy and asked me to watch my sister." Wang Xiaoer said, but his expression was obviously a little unhappy.

He was about to come out of the house just now, but his mother stopped him, but let him play with his younger sister. He said he was going to study, not to play, but his mother said that he was reading his, and his younger sister was very good, so she would not disturb him. He can only bring it here.

After Wang Xiaoer finished speaking, Ji Chunshan thought about it, then shook his head and smiled, then he didn't ask any more questions, and asked Wang Xiaoer to bring Wang Ning'er into the house.

When Ye Qinglan saw that Wang Ninger came with Wang Xiaoer, he was very surprised. He thought that Wang Ninger ran out with Wang Xiaoer by himself, and wanted Ji Chunshan to send the child back quickly, so as not to worry Du Shi.

Wang Xiaoer then told Ye Qinglan again what he had just said to Ji Chunshan.

Ye Qinglan was a little surprised. He looked at Ji Chunshan, and Ji Chunshan smiled at him. He immediately realized that he was right, so he didn't say anything more. He hugged Wang Ning'er onto the kang, and took out the bought Ji Ningxu's toy and let her play with it by herself.

This Wang Ning'er is indeed a well-behaved and quiet character. Ye Qinglan taught Ji Ningxu, Wang Xiaoer and Zhao's brothers and sisters to read, and she nestled in a corner of the kang by herself, playing with the building blocks and jigsaw puzzles that Ji Chunshan made for Ji Ningxu. Plant a small gadget, eat a snack when you are hungry, drink a glass of sugar water when you are thirsty, and it is very quiet without making noise.

After the class was over, Ji Chunshan continued to tell the children about "Journey to the West". Day by day, life was peaceful.

The weather was fine that day, and Ji Chunshan went to Doctor Hu's house to help with some heavy work. When he was done and walked back, he passed by the back mountain, and saw Ji Ningxu, Wang Xiaoer and a few children from the village in a peaceful environment. Du's daughter, Wang Ning'er, was naturally there too.

Ji Chunshan was about to walk over, but he didn't want to see Wang Ning'er, who was sitting, suddenly stood up, then shook his body, and then the whole person was about to rush down the slope.

She lost her balance and swung her arms wildly, but she grabbed Ji Ningxu who was standing beside her. Ji Ningxu was also dragged down by her, and the two of them rolled down the slope.

"Xu'er!" Seeing this scene from a distance, Ji Chunshan felt that his heart was about to stop for a moment, and he rushed over immediately, but he was still a hundred or so meters away from the small slope, but In any case, it is impossible to arrive immediately.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaoer was also by Ji Ningxu's side. He reached out and grabbed Ji Ningxu when he was about to fall, but he couldn't withstand the weight of Ji Ningxu and Wang Ning'er, and he was also caught. brought down.But he was older, and when he rolled down the slope, he held on to Ji Ningxu's clothes tightly with one hand, while groping with the other hand on the ground, he finally grabbed a raised stone and stopped both of them. The tendency of the person to roll downward.

At this time, Ji Chunshan finally arrived at Ji Ningxu's side. He hugged Ji Ningxu, looked up and down nervously, and said, "Xu'er is good, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay."

Seeing that Ji Ningxu only had a lot of dust on his face, but he didn't have any wounds, and his clothes were dirty, but he didn't see any damage, so he was slightly relieved, but he still asked: "Does it hurt?" , is there any discomfort?"

Ji Ningxu's face turned pale, and he was obviously a little scared, but he didn't shed tears. When Ji Chunshan asked, he shook his head, then turned to look at Wang Xiaoer: "Brother Xiaoer."

At this moment, Wang Xiaoer had already stood up. Seeing Ji Ningxu looking at him, he patted the dirt on his body with his right hand, and said with a smile, "I'm fine."

"How are you, Xiaoer? Thank you for saving..." Ji Chunshan hurriedly thanked Wang Xiaoer again. After all, he was the one who saved Ji Ningxu just now, but before he finished speaking, he heard the exclamation of the child on the slope .

"It's bleeding, someone is dead, Wang Ning'er is dead—" The other children were stunned by the sudden change, and they didn't dare to move. When they looked down, Wang Ning'er was already lying on the bed. At the bottom of the slope, he closed his eyes and remained motionless, but there was a large scar of bright red blood on his forehead.

Ji Chunshan was startled, and hurriedly put Ji Ningxu down, and rushed to Wang Ninger's side in three steps at a time. He stretched out his hand to probe, and sniffed, and saw Wang Ninger's forehead near the hairline, there was a line Blood was oozing out of the wound of about half an inch, but there was a fist-sized stone with little red blood stains next to her head.

Ji Chunshan lifted Wang Ning'er's head carefully, leaned on his shoulder avoiding the wound, and picked him up.

He said to Ji Ningxu: "Xu'er, daddy is going to send little sister to see a doctor, you go home alone to find daddy, don't go anywhere else understand?" Erdao: "I'll send Ning'er to Dr. Hu's house, you go home immediately and tell your father and mother."

"I'll go right away!" Wang Xiaoer also knew that this matter was serious, so he ran home immediately.

Ji Chunshan carried Wang Ning'er to Dr. Hu's house, fearing that the child might suffer internal injuries, so he did not dare to go too fast.I met many villagers on the road, and they were startled when they saw Wang Ning'er's appearance. They all asked what was going on, but Ji Chunshan kept walking, and only said that he rolled down the hillside while playing.

Soon arrived at Dr. Hu's house, luckily he happened to be at home.

"Hu Bo, take a quick look, the child fell down the slope and hit his head, bleeding a lot." Ji Chunshan carried Wang Ning'er into the room and put him on a narrow bed specially prepared by Dr. Hu for the patients.

Dr. Hu was making medicine when he saw Ji Chunshan coming in with a bloody child in his arms. He hurriedly put down the things in his hands and looked at Wang Ninger's forehead first. Seeing that it was still bleeding, he took out a medicine bottle and sprinkled some The white powder was on the wound, and only when the bleeding stopped did he start to feel the pulse.

At this time, Wang Orion and Du Shi, who had received the report from Wang Xiaoer, also came. Du Shi heard from Xiao Eryi that Wang Ning'er fell down the slope and bled all over his head. He immediately softened and was supported by Wang Orier. , and heard Xiao Er said that Ji Chunshan was sent to Dr. Hu's house, and immediately broke away from Wang Orion and ran to Dr. Hu's house.

Mrs. Du staggered into Dr. Hu's house, and immediately saw Wang Ning'er lying on the bed with her eyes closed, half of her face was blurred by blood, and immediately cried out: "Ning'er—my poor daughter, how could you become like this?"

Seeing that Dr. Hu was closing his eyes and feeling his pulse, she didn't dare to disturb her even though she was anxious in her heart. Seeing Ji Chunshan standing aside, she blurted out crying and asked, "Isn't my daughter always at your house? How did it become like this?" ?”

Ji Chunshan was taken aback by Mrs. Du's question. Just as he was about to speak, Doctor Hu took his pulse and said, "The pulse is stable and there is nothing serious. Go back and rest for two days. Just make it up."

Mrs. Du didn't see her expression, and asked: "Then why is my daughter still awake, and there is still such a big wound, what can I do?" As he said, Mrs. Du couldn't help crying, nothing else, but her face was full of tears. If there is a scar, then how can she find a good husband's family in the future, her daughter's life will be ruined.

Dr. Hu comforted: "Don't worry, the child is frightened for a while, and he will wake up after a good night's sleep. The wound on the forehead is not deep, it's just a flesh wound. Apply medicine and be careful not to eat any hair. Yue will be fine, and there will be no scars left, don't worry."

How can Du's rest assured that Wang Ning'er will not wake up for a while, so she can't feel at ease all the time, so she decides to stay at Dr. Hu's house until Wang Ning'er wakes up.

Ji Chunshan felt that he was no longer needed here, so he greeted Wang Orion, and was about to leave, but he saw Ye Qinglan leading Ji Ningxu as soon as he left the room, and hurried forward and said, "Why are you here?"

"How can I not take a look at such a big event? Is Ning'er okay?" Ye Qinglan frowned, with a look of worry hard to hide.

Ji Chunshan said quickly: "Doctor Hu just checked the pulse, it's nothing serious."

"That's good." Ye Qinglan nodded, slightly relieved.

He just wanted to go in and have a look, when he saw Wang Xiaoer coming out, remembering what Ji Ningxu told him when he was at home, he bent down, touched Wang Xiaoer's head, and said with a smile: "Xiaoer, what Xuer told him?" I was the one who saved him, Uncle Lan is very grateful to you."

Wang Xiaoer raised his hand and scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "It's nothing, it should be—"

As soon as his hand touched his head, Wang Xiaoer cried out in pain. Seeing this, Ye Qinglan stretched out his hand to gently hold Wang Xiaoer's left wrist, and then turned over to see that Wang Xiaoer's fingers had a large rubbish on the palm of his hand. The wounds were all red and swollen, and there were several bleeding holes near the wrist.

"You child, why don't you say you're hurt like this? Does it hurt?" Although the tone was reproachful, it was also full of pity. After Ye Qinglan said that, she dragged Wang Xiaoer into the house to find Doctor Hu.

"Uncle Lan, I don't hurt, really!" Wang Xiaoer was still stubborn, and he didn't know who it was just now, so painful that he almost jumped up.

Ji Chunshan hurriedly followed in, secretly thinking that he was careless, but he didn't realize that Xiaoer was also injured, and he couldn't help feeling guilty, so he entered the house and said to Wang Liehu: "Xiaoer is a good boy, if he hadn't saved Xu'er today, I don't know what will happen, but I didn't notice that he was also injured, it's really..."

Only then did Wang Liehu know that his son was also injured, but he waved his hand and said, "Brother Ji, don't take it to heart, Xiaoer should have saved Xu'er, and besides, this kid is very skinny, and he usually acts like a fool." Get used to it, injuries are common, it’s not a big deal.”

Mrs. Du asked Dr. Hu for warm water, and was crying unceasingly while washing Wang Ninger's wound, when she heard that Wang Xiaoer had saved Ji Ningxu, she choked up and said to Wang Xiaoer, "Xiaoer, Ninger Although she and you are not a real parent, but her surname is Wang now, she belongs to the Wang family, your own sister, how can you, how can you just watch her fall—"

"I, I want to save, but I... I..." Wang Xiaoer was aggrieved and guilty when asked by Du Shi, and was speechless for a while.

Wang Xiaoer failed to save Wang Ning'er because of Ji Ningxu. Ye Qinglan didn't want him to be wronged and wronged, so she said, "Sister-in-law, Xiaoer didn't do it on purpose, but he just got closer to Xu'er to save her." Son, he..."

Before Ye Qinglan finished speaking, she was interrupted by Du Shi, she gently wiped the dried blood on Wang Ning'er's face, sobbed and whispered: "I know Xiao Er and Xu'er are good friends, and it is right to save him , my family, Ning'er, is unlucky."

Ye Qinglan frowned, but didn't know what to say.The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment, only the whimpering of Du Shi could be heard.

At this time, the village chief Feng Deli came with his grandson. When he entered the house, he saw that except for Dr. Hu who actually gave Wang Xiaoer the medicine, the expressions of several people in the house were a little dull, thinking that Wang Ninger was not good. He couldn't help frowning and asked, "What's the matter? Dacheng, how is the child?"

"The village chief is here," Wang Liehu said quickly, "Hu Bo just got his pulse and said he was just frightened, so he just needs to rest. The wound on his face is not deep, and there will be no scars."

"That's good, that's good." Feng Deli nodded, and seeing the injury on Wang Xiao's second hand, he asked, "Is Xiao Er also injured?"

Before Wang Liehu could answer, Fuwazi said: "Xiao Er is amazing, he grabbed Xu'er to grab a rock, and the two of them didn't fall to the bottom."

Feng Deli's grandson, nicknamed Fuwazi, is ten years old this year. He is chubby and looks very strong. It can be seen that the family has raised him well. He is also one of the few children today. He also saw the situation at that time. of.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Du suddenly turned to look at him, "What about my Ning'er, how did she fall?"

As soon as Du's words came out, several people in the room frowned immediately, and even Wang Orion looked at her in disapproval.But she didn't seem to notice it, she still stared straight at Fuwazi.

Fuwazi was a little frightened by her gaze, and stammered: "I, I don't know, she and Yan'er were sitting and weaving straw ropes together to play, and suddenly stood up by herself, and then she couldn't stand firmly. She just fell down, and she even gave Xu'er a hand, and then Xu'er was grabbed by Xiao Er, and she rolled down by herself."

Hearing that Wang Ning'er fell down by herself, and even pulled Ji Ningxu, causing Ji Ningxu to fall too, several people in the room suddenly had different expressions.

Du Shi didn't speak, Wang Liehu could only say: "Brother Ji, and brother Lang, I'm sorry, this child..."

"Children sometimes panic. Don't worry about it, Big Brother Wang." Ji Chunshan hurriedly interrupted him, not to mention that Wang Ning'er didn't do it on purpose, and that it was Wang Xiaoer who saved Ji Ningxu again. I'm sorry, but it's never Wang Orion's turn to say it.

Seeing that Ye Qinglan's expression was wrong, Ji Chunshan said again: "It's getting late, and there's something else at home, so it's inconvenient to stay for a long time, so we'll go back first."

Feng Deli also said: "As long as the child is fine, you take good care of it, and I will go back too."

He is the head of the village. A child in the village had an accident and he was involved with his grandson. Naturally, he wanted to come and have a look. Now that the child is fine, he should go back.

Wang Orion sent them out.

On the way back, Ye Qinglan was silent for a while, before finally speaking, "Sister-in-law, today, she must be a girl who loves her very much..."

Ji Chunshan smiled and said nothing.How Du Shi has nothing to do with him, it's just that after such an incident today, there will be a estrangement in the end, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for Wang Liehu and Wang Xiaoer in the future.

Wang Ning'er's injury will take some time to heal, so she will not come to Ji's house again. It is estimated that when she recovers in the future, Du Shi will really never leave her daughter.

After this incident, Ji's family seems to have regained its former peace, the only difference is that Wang Xiaoer, who has always been heartless, seems to have more worries.

Time is like passing water, flowing faintly, and before you know it, it is the end of October. According to Ji Chunshan's dictation, Ye Qinglan's compilation of "Yaoshan Strange Tales" has basically been completed. There are twelve chapters in total. The stories that have been handed down, as well as the few local legends left to him in the memory of the original body, were selected through discussion with Ye Qinglan. Although there are not many, they are of different types, with twists and turns, novel and interesting.

Because it's just a manuscript, it's not bound, it's just cut to the size of a normal book.

Ji Chunshan flipped through them one by one, but he was surprised before reading a few pages, because he found that in addition to the stories narrated in the text, there were exquisite illustrations corresponding to the stories in the manuscript.

"You drew this all? You know how to draw!?" Although he knew in his heart that these paintings could not have been done by anyone other than Ye Qinglan, it was difficult to relieve Ji Chunshan's surprise without asking.

Ye Qinglan smiled, nodded slightly and said, "My mother is good at painting and taught me since childhood."

Ji Chunshan nodded, but he didn't have the time to talk anymore, flipping through the paintings in the manuscript one after another, the more he looked, the more admirable he felt.

There are twelve stories, and there are twelve paintings, and each painting is centered on the characters, and the background is either deep mountains and forests, or cliffs and waterfalls, or barren plains, or noisy markets.The brushwork is smooth and precise, delicate and meticulous. Although it is only outlined with ink-colored lines, the mountains, rocks, plants and trees have their own character, the birds and animals are lifelike and agile, the pavilions are exquisite and unique, men, women and children are in different shapes, lifelike, laughing and cursing, It seems to jump off the paper.

After reading all the books, Ji Chunshan raised his head to look at Ye Qinglan, but he said, "Why don't you sell it?"

"Ah?" Ye Qinglan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "What's wrong? Is it because I didn't draw well?"

"How come? Your paintings are the best I have ever seen." Ji Chunshan hurriedly said, and then explained: "You must have spent a lot of hard work on your paintings, and it would be a waste to exchange them for money." Well, Zuo Zuo doesn't lack money at home now, why don't we keep it for ourselves."

Unexpectedly, Ji Chunshan meant this. Seeing that he likes her paintings so much, Ye Qinglan was also a little happy. After thinking about it, she said: "I have been used to drawing these paintings since I was a child, and they are not difficult things, but they are not difficult to sell. Sell ​​it, you decide, I have no objection."

When Ye Qinglan said this, Ji Chunshan was a little uncertain. If he didn't sell it, Ye Qinglan's energy and effort in writing and drawing for more than half a month would be in vain. Thinking of this, he said: "Then I will get it tomorrow." Go to the book store in the town and ask, if it is suitable, then sell it, I can't let you spend these days in vain."

Ye Qinglan smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

"Is there anything you want? I'll bring it back to you tomorrow." Ji Chunshan asked again.In fact, he would ask Ye Qinglan every time before he went to town, but he always got the word "no" every time, and this time is probably no exception.

Sure enough, Ye Qinglan said: "There is nothing missing at home, I don't want anything."

Ji Chunshan nodded and let it go.

Early the next morning, Ji Chunshan rushed to the book store in Yanghe Town with the manuscript in his arms.

He bought books, brushes and inks again. After several visits, the shopkeeper of the book store became familiar with Ji Chunshan. As soon as Ji Chunshan entered the store, he greeted him, "Here we are. Do you want to buy paper, ink and brushes this time?"

In the past less than a month, Ji Chunshan has bought these things in the book store three times. It seems that he is just a farmer, but he buys so frequently and so much, the shopkeeper will inevitably be more impressed.

Ji Chunshan said with a smile, "No, I'm here to sell things this time."

"Oh?" The shopkeeper looked surprised.

"How about the shopkeeper take a look at this?" Ji Chunshan said, took out the manuscript wrapped in cloth from his arms, opened it, and handed the manuscript to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper took the manuscript and saw that the first page was "Yaoshan Yizhiji" in five correct capital letters, but he murmured in his heart, no wonder he came up to ask and asked how the script was, and after thinking about it, he bought a lot of paper and ink to go back. He actually made a book out, and the characters were written in such a correct way that he really couldn't be judged by his appearance, but he had already opened it in his hand to read it.

The shopkeeper has opened a bookstore for many years, and his business is writing. He has read and sold many books. He only flipped through a few pages, and his expression was calm. Obviously, the contents of the manuscripts brought by Ji Chunshan did not appeal to him much.

Seeing the shopkeeper's expression, Ji Chunshan could more or less guess something. He felt a little disappointed, but he also felt relieved, thinking that it would be all right if it didn't work out, but he couldn't let Ye Qinglan's hard work be in vain.

He casually glanced at the book shop, and his eyes fell on the counter where the Four Treasures of the Study were placed on the other side. He immediately had an idea in his mind, and when he thought of something, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

After flipping through it roughly, the shopkeeper felt that the story was mediocre, but the paintings in it were very exquisite, and the combination of the two sides complemented each other perfectly, so he said, "My little brother, I don't know how much you plan to bid for this manuscript?"

Ji Chunshan, however, was thinking about something else, and didn't quite hear what the shopkeeper said, so he said casually: "If the shopkeeper thinks something is wrong, that's all. I don't know if there are paints for painting in the shop?"

The shopkeeper raised his voice helplessly, and said, "My little brother, I told you that I have accepted your manuscript, so you can offer me a price."

"Ah?" Ji Chunshan then turned around, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "The shopkeeper is a kind person, and it's not the first time I have dealt with him. You can see and give it, how much you want."

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded. He saw that Ji Chunshan was just a thick and strong man, but he didn't expect that he also had some careful thoughts. Obviously he didn't understand the market, couldn't figure it out, and was afraid of losing money, so he knew to put a top hat on him first.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Your "Yaoshan Yizhiji" is not a serialized book, and some of the stories are local, so there is nothing new. Although the paintings are more numerous, they have to be monotonous, so the cost is higher. I can only give five taels of silver at most, what do you think?"

"Only five taels." The shopkeeper said it was reasonable, and Ji Chunshan responded without hesitation, but he thought in his heart that it was Ye Qinglan's credit after all. If it weren't for his paintings and the few stories he told, today would be a Will return in vain, a waste of toss.

Thinking of this, Ji Chunshan asked the shopkeeper, "Do you have paint for painting, how much is the best one?"

……

When Ji Chunshan walked out of the book shop, only a small half of the five taels of silver that had not been warmed up just arrived, and he replaced it with a small bag in his hand, which contained what the shopkeeper recommended to him. Langhao brushes of different sizes for painting, pine smoke ink, calligraphy and painting Xuan, and the best twelve-color paints in the store.

Carrying the small burden, Ji Chunshan left the bookstore in a good mood, and just half a minute after he left, a handsome young man in a snow-white brocade robe entered the bookstore.

The shopkeeper obviously knew him, and he was very familiar with him when he saw him, and said: "My lord, why are you here?"

The young man who was called the eldest son by the shopkeeper leaned casually in front of the counter, and asked in a lazy tone: "Uncle Song, have you found the painter I want?"

"Don't worry, my lord. I received a new book manuscript today. There are a few paintings in it that are really good. They are a bit of the legacy of everyone who knows the good recipe. Do you want to have a look?" Shopkeeper Song said, from a Several manuscripts were drawn out from the stack of manuscripts and handed to the Eldest Young Master.

Hearing what shopkeeper Song said, the young master immediately straightened his body and said: "It's up to you to see, if it's really like Master Fang, even if it's only [-] to [-] percent, I'm satisfied."

After finishing speaking, he took it over, lowered his head and took a closer look, his eyes lit up at the first glance, after he had seen all twelve pieces, his expression couldn't hide his excitement, and he said: "That's it, it's not just one or two points, it's just It's seven or eight points. I didn't expect to meet such a talented person in this poor country, it's really a blessing for me."

After the eldest son sighed, he asked shopkeeper Song: "I don't know who it is? Can we meet now?"

Shopkeeper Song said: "It's a coincidence that the eldest son came here. The man has just left. I'll ask my assistant to look for it."

"That would be the best." The eldest son couldn't help but said happily.

Therefore, Ji Chunshan, who had not gone far after leaving the book shop, was dragged back to the book shop by the chasing staff of the book shop.

As soon as he entered, he saw a fair and handsome young man in a white brocade robe, with a pair of flirtatious peach blossom eyes looking at him with burning eyes.

Ji Chunshan didn't know him, so he looked at Shopkeeper Song and asked, "Treasurer Song, did you make a mistake, or have you changed your mind and don't want my manuscript?"

Shopkeeper Song hadn't spoken yet, but the young man frowned first, and said, "It wasn't him, it wasn't this person, how could he be able to hold the paintbrush steady with his thick calluses, definitely not him!"

Ji Chunshan looked puzzled, but felt that he was pulled back probably because of this young man, so Shopkeeper Song asked, "Brother Ji, I wonder who made the paintings in your manuscript?"

Ji Chunshan frowned. It turned out that it was for Qinglan's painting. He thought for a while and said, "I don't know what Shopkeeper Song is asking? But what's wrong with the painting?"

Shopkeeper Song saw that he was wary, so he quickly comforted him with a smile, and said: "Brother Ji is worrying too much, there is nothing wrong with the painting, let me introduce you first, this is Mr. Jinyu, and there are many in my shop. All the best-selling stories are written by him.”

Seeing Shopkeeper Song pointing at the young man with peach blossom eyes, Ji Chunshan glanced at him, and heard Shopkeeper Song continue: "Young Master Jinyu is good at writing books, but not good at painting, so I have been looking for a painter who suits my heart. Today he When I came to the store, I happened to see the paintings in your manuscript, which made him very fond of it, and he was very eager to see the author. I thought that you might not have gone far, so I asked the guy to look for you, but I didn’t expect it to be true I found you back."

It turned out that it was 'love at first sight' for Qinglan's painting, Ji Chunshan was relieved a bit, and said: "The paintings in this manuscript are made by my younger brother, but it's just that my younger brother is inconvenient to go out now, I'm afraid it's not easy to see each other."

"It's okay, I just want to ask someone to draw a few pictures for me, I don't have to meet." The young man said, and glanced at Shopkeeper Song again.

Shopkeeper Song then took down a few books from the bookshelf, handed them to Ji Chunshan, and said: "These books are all made by Mr. Jin Yu, Brother Ji, take them home and show them to Brother Ling, if you are willing , then everything is easy to say, if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”

Ji Chunshan thought about it, and felt that this was not a bad thing, so he took a few books and said, "I will talk to my brother when I get back." Then he said goodbye and left.

After Ji Chunshan left, the eldest son also said: "I'm leaving too, Uncle Song, you should be busy."

He came to this bookstore to find a painter, but he didn't expect to meet someone he could not be more interested in today. It's really a blessing, and he can start thinking about new works when he goes back and have a good drink. He hasn't started writing for a long time. My hands are very itchy.

As for whether he will be rejected, this eldest son is not worried at all, he has already written books to sell, and his family is not well-off, but cooperating with Mr. reject.

But when Ji Chunshan came home, Ye Qinglan saw him with a relaxed expression and a smile when he entered the room, knowing that he must have got a satisfactory result, but still asked: "What's the matter?"

Ji Chunshan smiled, stretched out one hand and spread five fingers, and said, "Five taels of silver."

"That's good." Ye Qinglan nodded with a smile, five taels of silver is not too much, but it was just what he and Ji Chunshan talked and wrote, and the paper and ink didn't cost much, so it's no different from getting it for nothing.

But Ji Chunshan continued: "It's just that there are only two or two left."

Before Ye Qinglan could ask anything, he put the bundle in his hand on the table and said, "I bought some things for you, you can see if you like them."

"Why did you buy me something again? I really don't lack anything..." Ye Qinglan said, stretched out his hand and opened the bag, and when he saw the things he was very familiar with inside, his eyes widened in surprise, "Why? bought these?"

Ji Chunshan smiled and said: "I thought you painted since elementary school, and you painted so well, you must like it very much, so I asked the shopkeeper of the book shop, and he recommended these to me."

Seeing Ye Qinglan staring blankly at those brushes and paints without speaking, Ji Chunshan also felt uncertain, maybe he was wrong, "You don't like it?"

"Why, I like it very much." Ye Qinglan quickly raised her head and said to Ji Chunshan, but said: "It's just that these are not cheap, and I don't usually use them much, it's too wasteful."

As soon as he heard that Ye Qinglan didn't dislike it, Ji Chunshan felt relieved and said with a smile: "It's enough for you to like it, how can it be considered a waste. Besides, it's all thanks to you that the shopkeeper of the book shop accepted the manuscript. If it weren't for you I’m afraid I’m going to return without success today.”

"By the way, I almost forgot something." Ji Chunshan took out a few books from his pocket and handed them to Ye Qinglan.

"What is this?" Ye Qinglan took the book and saw the three big characters of "Jing Chai Lu" and four small characters of Mr. Jin Yu written on the top cover, and then opened it to read.

Ji Chunshan then told the story of meeting a young man in the bookstore who invited him to paint, and finally said: "What do you think about this?"

Ye Qinglan did not expect that someone would take a fancy to his paintings. Although he has made some achievements in painting since elementary school, he has almost never shown his painting skills in front of others, and with his mother's jewels by his side every day, he has never He didn't realize how outstanding his paintings were, but now, someone invited him to paint, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy to be recognized.

Not long after, he roughly read through the books in his hand. The stories in the books are tortuous and moving, with exquisite ideas, delicate brushwork and elegant rhetoric.