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Zhou Jirong avoided talking about this several times, but finally couldn't avoid it, and discussed with Bai Tingyu unhappy: "...how about we ask someone surnamed Liu to pay the money for us?"

Liu Jingyu put on a "miracle doctor" that day, and was almost extorted into selling Da Baoer's younger brother's horse to escape. The miraculous doctor may be just a country doctor, but the bone-setting herbs he used are good.At this time, Liu Jingyu had already walked all over the army camp with a stick.Since he broke his leg, he seemed to be willing to go all out, and he didn't seem to be as scared of Zhou Jirong as he used to be.

However, he was injured after all, Zhou Jirong was going to Yantong, maybe what kind of posture he would be at that time, so he was not counted.Liu Jingyu heard from Fang Zhen that Zhou Jirong wanted him to give a congratulatory gift. He leaned on a stick and came over panting, threw the stick in both hands, and groaned, "Brother Dabaoer, I still owe you a lot of debts?" Pay back the money. Come and search to see if you can find a copper coin? If you find it, I will go with your surname Zhou! Besides, you didn’t count me in your birthday celebration, so I’m ashamed to ask me to pay for you Is it?"

Zhou Jirong ransacked him all the way. I'm afraid he knew better than Liu Jingyu himself that he had a few holes in his pockets. He also knew that the money would never come out of him, so he said with a wooden face: "Get out!" ! You look so ugly, do you still think I am happy to search you?"

He ignored Liu Jingyu as if it were nothing, and then turned to discuss with Bai Tingyu: "How about Li Wanhe?" But this proposal was denied by himself again: "Li Wanhe's family is strictly controlled. How many flowers Yue can have is counted, and we are considered to be our own, we can't cheat him."

The rest Fang Zhen waited for his subordinates, and Zhou Jirong couldn't get his mind on them no matter how much he spent.In his mind, Yan Huan was both his own and his elder brother, and Zhou Jirong was too embarrassed to extend his hand to him. As for Old General Yuan, he was a clean and honest man all his life. Even Zhou Jirong couldn't do anything to pay for money.

In this way, he kind of missed Brother Yan Huan's generous master Cheng Da Zhuang.

Master Cheng Dazhuang is far away, but he can't quench his thirst.

Zhou Jirong thought about it for a while, and finally had to find out in frustration that he really had to bleed himself this time, and his heart ached unavoidably.Holding the last ray of hope, he said: "Xiaobai, why don't I just write Fu Shoulian? Buy a white fan and inscribe a few words on it and send it? My handwriting is not ugly, so I should be able to get it right?"

Although he put aside pen and ink very early and didn't like reading, he is still very clever and never forgets his photographic pictures. His handwriting was practiced by his brother staring at him day in and day out. There is charm.He seldom loses his pen and ink, and this word can be called precious.

However, Bai Tingyu imagined the situation where someone "clicked" to open the fan with his inscription on it, and he was not happy in his heart.So he said: "This is too frivolous, it's not good." After thinking for a while, he said: "I remember that there are a few paintings in the gift that Master Cheng Dazhuang gave you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Jirong quit: "It's something that Yan Su and his wife gave me. It contains my meeting gift and many years' lucky money. When it is in my hands, it belongs to me! Don't even think about telling me to do it again." Take it out and give it away, I don’t know anyone well!”

Speaking of this, it suddenly occurred to him that although he held on to the money tightly in the past, it was just that he had to nod to spend a large amount of money in the accounts and use a large amount of property. Zhou Jirong couldn't do the business of counting the money himself every night. Naturally, someone is responsible for the management of silver and property.In the past, Shi Weichen was mostly in charge of things for him, but Shi Weichen went to Jiangling, so when Zhou Jirong came to the camp with Yan Huan, he handed over all the generous gifts he had received to Bai Tingyu for safekeeping.

Now that everything is in Bai Tingyu's hands, Zhou Jirong was a little worried that he would secretly bring something to pound him behind his back, so he got impatient and said angrily: "... How many mouths are there for us in Hanzhou to eat! Don't follow Like a prodigal bitch, you use my things as favors! You are not allowed to touch any of my things!"

Bai Tingyu hurriedly coaxed him and said: "Okay, don't move. I just think that there are a few calligraphy and paintings in it that are authentic works of predecessors, and I want to take them out to copy a few." Zhou Jirong finally felt relieved.

As an outsider, Liu Jingyu was left aside by Zhou Jirong. Hearing Zhou Jirong holding Bai Tingyu and discussing with each other for a long time, I always felt that the scene in front of me had an indescribably weird feeling. good thing.

Liu Jingyu was kidnapped by Bai Tingyu earlier, but after getting to know him a lot, he felt that the guards around Zhou Jirong were all bold and unruly things, only Bai Tingyu looked like a gentle and modest gentleman, and the two had known each other since childhood In comparison, he did not have any ill feeling towards Bai Tingyu.So he just kept that strangeness in his heart, seeing that Zhou Jirong didn't pay any attention to him anymore, so he embarrassedly picked up the stick that had just been thrown aside, and prepared to wander elsewhere with his eyes dirty.

He walked away a few steps, as if he suddenly remembered something, and then turned his head to look at the two of them. Zhou Jirong was just looking down at what was easy to fake, so he didn't notice him.Bai Tingyu noticed it, but he was calm, smiled at him, and said, "Mr. Liu, go slowly."

At this time, Liu Jingyu saw that he was calm and calm, and he thought it was his own carelessness, swallowed back the words, turned his head and walked away quietly.

Although Zhou Jirong knew that Bai Tingyu knew some techniques of painting, but he himself was not very interested in these things. He always felt that playing with these things would cost money and not be a meal, so he didn't pay much attention, and Bai Tingyu never showed it in front of him. Pass.

Watching Bai Tingyu do it with his own eyes at this time, Zhou Jirong felt a little eye-opening.

It is said to be a copy, but to make a real fake and make it look like the real one, the effort involved is no less than that of painting one yourself.

There are ready-made paper and pens in the camp, but the paints and so on are gone.

Zhou Jirong just listened to Bai Tingyu's simple steps, and felt that it was quite troublesome. In addition, he needed to buy all kinds of materials, so he simply took people out of the camp and lived in a nearby small county town.

This county is pitifully small, but fortunately, I can finally get enough paint and so on. As for the place to live, it is also convenient. General Yuan has stayed in this place for more than ten years, and he almost has the consciousness that he will die of old age here in the future.He set up a small courtyard in this small town, and other school captains also settled in this county town, so the place to live is not a problem.

Zhou Jirong saw that Bai Tingyu had been busy for two days dealing with scrolls and paper, and he followed Bai Tingyu curiously.After watching it for two days, firstly, the more he helped, the more busy he was, and he couldn't find a place where he could do it. Secondly, his interest in Danqingyi was really limited, which determined that his talent in this technique was also limited. It is far from being able to reach the realm where he has a photographic memory and comprehension by analogy in martial arts.

The initial enthusiasm dissipated quickly, and when Bai Tingyu started to write, he had already proved that he couldn't get in the way, so he could only obediently watch from the sidelines.

But he couldn't do it by himself, just watching Bai Tingyu do it would be interesting.

Besides, the weather was fine, Bai Tingyu was drawing on the stone table in the courtyard, and he did not forget to spread out a bamboo mat for him on the corridor where the sun was shining, and there was warm tea and snacks on hand, and he took a bite of the sesame cake, Take a sip of tea, and then look at Bai Tingyu's two strokes. There are accompanying soldiers chatting or discussing with each other by the side of the yard. Although he has nothing to do, he can be called very comfortable and comfortable.