The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

Meng Xiangbei is a meticulous person who pays attention to virtue, but when he does something, he must do it to the end.

When painting, his expression is focused and serious, extremely serious, the surrounding is very quiet, and he has not been disturbed by anything.

In half an hour, a picture of Magu's birthday was completed in one go.

Xiangu came riding a crane on the clouds, holding the first brewed, longevity peach in her hand.

"Good, good, good painting." Boss Huang was full of praise.

Although he is not a scholar, he can do the study business, and his appreciation of these aspects is no less than that of a scholar.

He can say without hesitation that Meng Xiangbei's paintings are not much better than those he bought from those so-called painting and calligraphy masters.

Boss Huang liked it, and he believed that Yuanwai Liu would like it too.

Being able to draw such a painting in such a short period of time, Boss Huang had to re-examine the man in front of him. Logically speaking, he should have heard of such a talented and temperamental literati. impression?

"Mr. Meng, I wonder how much you plan to sell this painting to Huang?" Boss Huang asked tentatively.

"Boss Huang is an honest person, why don't you give me a price, Meng believes you." Meng Xiangbei really didn't know the market in this area, and didn't want to make a random price.

Boss Huang pondered for a while and said: "Mr. Meng, my Taoli Study usually sells paintings within one tael to five taels, but Huang really likes Mr. Meng's paintings. In this way, this painting of Magu's birthday, Huang I will buy it from you for ten taels of silver, but I hope that if Mr. Meng has paintings in the future, he can give priority to selling them to our Taoli Study, or give priority to consignment with us."

Consignment is a way for literati to trade with the study. They sell their calligraphy and paintings in the study, pay the study rental fee, and give the study a certain share after the paintings are sold.

"Yes." Meng Xiangbei readily agreed.

The two discussed about the consignment sale and signed a contract. Boss Huang waived the rental fee for Meng Xiangbei. The share was divided into [-] points, eight for Meng Xiangbei and two for the study, but Meng Xiangbei had to draw at least two paintings every month. painting.

In fact, this contract, at first glance, seems to be Meng Xiangbei taking advantage of it. In fact, Boss Huang is sure that Meng Xiangbei's paintings can be sold at a high price, so that the study will get a higher share. Long-term cooperation.

In addition to selling paintings, Meng Xiangbei also plans to copy books.

A deposit is required to borrow books from the study and copy them back. Meng Xiangbei borrowed a few books, but the original deposit was waived by Boss Huang.

Meng Xiangbei bought a few books needed for the examination of talents, and spent eight taels of silver, tsk tsk, it was really expensive.

Finally, Meng Xiangbei left the study with the book and the remaining two taels of silver.

"Boss, you are not afraid that this son will take the book and run away." After Meng Xiangbei left, Xiao Er went to Boss Huang and muttered. For so many years, this is the first time he has seen his boss so "generous".

Boss Huang raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "You, you, why are you so blind? Would that person run away for a few books? You should pay attention to people you meet in the future. This Meng Xiangbei, It's not something in the pond. However, people still have to check it out." Such a capable person cannot be mediocre.

"Understood, Xiao Er will remember."

"Well, when you meet Mr. Meng in the future, you should be more polite. Alright, let's go and frame the painting. Forget it, forget it. I'll go by myself. You're a frivolous one. It won't be good if you break it." Xiao Er was rejected again.

Meng Xiangbei originally wanted to set up a stall on the street to write letters for others, but he didn't expect that after entering the study, there would be such a big harvest, so there was no need to write letters for the time being.

But it's understandable that Boss Huang values ​​him so much.

In Dasheng Dynasty, any business related to books was a huge profiteering industry, which also led to many businessmen doing business in this area, and the competition was fierce, so Boss Huang met him for the first time and was sure of him. After being able, he was given a big price and signed a contract.

After leaving the study, Meng Xiangbei came to the teahouse, ordered a pot of tea, and listened to books.

These days, storytelling is also a very profitable industry.

In the teahouse, the hall was full of people, drinking tea and eating snacks, listening with gusto.

Mr. Storyteller is a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a beard. It is said that he is also a child.

It was about a martial arts novel, and when it reached its climax, everyone cheered and said hello.

Meng Xiangbei inquired, and the content of the storytelling here is relatively simple, except for martial arts, and mythology, the content is also average, but this is an opportunity for ordinary people to get in touch with "culture".

The Nightmare Beast feeds on dreams. In order to search for and devour dreams, he went to heaven and earth, went to many places, saw more, and heard more.

Let him talk about books, he has no problem at all.

However, he took over the painting and copying work, and had to take the imperial examination review, so he didn't have so much time to give lectures, and it was too far to go back and forth to the county, so he didn't bother to run back and forth.

Therefore, he planned to write a novel and then sell it to the storyteller.

He raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp. Meng Xiangbei had an idea in his mind, left the teahouse, and started shopping.

The family was so poor that everyone was starving to death, and they were still in debt, so they had to be replenished immediately.

Fortunately, there are still two taels of silver today.

As long as you don't spend on things related to books, you can still buy a lot of things with two taels of silver.

Meng Xiangbei didn't want to wrong himself and the thin father and son at home. He bought rice, flour, salt, oil, vegetables, etc., cut pork, and bought eggs. Thinking of the thin clothes of the father and son, he planned to buy some more. Clothes, but the money seemed to be a bit short, so he took a step back and bought cloth.

With so many things and such a long road, Meng Xiangbei couldn't carry them back alone, so he hired a bullock cart for a few copper coins.

"My poor Mao Mao, my grandson."

"Does it hurt? If Grandpa gives Mao Mao Hu Hu, Hu Hu will not hurt anymore."

On the kang of the Meng family, Mao Mao's leg was lying on the bed with an injured leg, and a thin old man was sitting on the edge of the kang.

He was so thin and so old that the skin that was showing was close to the bone, godfather's, and his face was wrinkled.

He was not in good health, coughing a few times from time to time, sick, as if he would fall down at any time.

"Grandpa, Maomao doesn't hurt."

Father Lin stroked Maomao's hair distressedly.

Lin Zeqing poured him a glass of water and asked, "Father, why are you here?"

Father Lin sighed, "Maomao is hurt like this, how can I, a grandfather, not come here, maybe you have to keep it from me."

Lin Zeqing sat down beside her, looking down, a little guilty, "No, I just don't want you to worry."

"Oh, you child, everything is good, but you like to report good news and not bad news."

A month ago, Father Lin was kicked out by Meng Xiangbei, because the village head was kind enough to temporarily live in an old house on the other side of the village.

It is said that the house used to be lived by a widower, but after the widower died, the house remained vacant.

The place where he lives now is far from here, and the news is also lagging behind.

This time, when he heard that Maomao had suffered such a serious injury, he didn't care about his poor health or being coldly looked at or driven away by Meng Xiangbei when he came, so he hurried over.Fortunately, Meng Xiangbei was not around, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At Lin's father's request, Lin Zeqing told him the whole story.

Hearing that Meng Xiangbei actually borrowed money and personally took Maomao to the county to see a doctor, Lin's father was astonished, which completely overturned his previous understanding of Meng Xiangbei.

Father Lin took out an old light blue purse from his arms, opened it with thin fingers, and poured out a dozen copper coins inside.

This purse was given to him by Lin Zeqing's aunt, that is, Father Lin's husband. After Husband's death, this purse became Lin's only sustenance to Fulang.

Father Lin took Lin Zeqing's hand and stuffed the copper plate into his hand, "Father still has some money here, you take it."

"Father, I can't take it." Lin Zeqing withdrew her hand and refused firmly.

Father Lin is not in good health, unable to work hard, and unable to work. According to Meng Xiangbei's previous statement, Father Lin's existence is a drag on people.

After Lin's father was driven to the old house to live alone, if Lin Zeqing hadn't come to help him, he might have died long ago.Father Lin, who always felt that he was a drag, committed suicide after being mercilessly ridiculed by Meng Xiangbei.Later, it was Lin Zeqing who begged bitterly and stopped her.

Lin's father, who lives in the old house, lives on Lin Zeqing's relief. He can't work. It is conceivable that the dozen or so copper coins were secretly given to him by Lin Zeqing, and he secretly saved them.

"The folks are good people, because Maomao's leg owes so much money to the folks, and it's worth paying back a little." Father Lin stuffed the copper coin into Lin Zeqing's palm again.

Lin Zeqing was stunned, unwilling to disappoint the old man's kindness, and took it with red eyes.

"By the way, where is Meng Xiangbei?" Father Lin asked in a low voice.

Lin Zeqing lowered her head, bit her lip, and did not speak.

Father Lin's face sank slightly, and there was a faint guess in his heart, "Did he go to the county again, to drink, to visit brothels?"

Lin Zeqing nodded lightly,

Father Lin coughed violently, his chest heaved up and down, Lin Zeqing quickly patted him on the back, and let him massage his chest.

When he recovered, Father Lin wept bitterly, "My poor brother Qing."

"What's wrong, Brother Qing?"

The bullock cart just arrived at the door, and the sound of mourning and lamentation came from the house.

Meng Xiangbei thought that something happened to Brother Qing, so he jumped out of the car and ran to the house.

In the big room, a thin, pale, obviously sick old man was pulling Brother Qing, with a sad look on his face.

Following the sound, he suddenly saw Meng Xiangbei who was in a hurry and shrank back in fright, looking at Meng Xiangbei in horror with his cloudy eyes.

Standing where he was, Meng Xiangbei recognized the old man at a glance.

Isn't this his father-in-law?

Then he can understand what he just said.

Meng Xiangbei couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

For a while, the three of them looked at each other and fell silent.

"You, why are you back?" Lin Zeqing looked at the sky outside, it was just after noon, the sun was still hanging, and he looked up and down Fanmeng Xiangbei, looking sober, not drunk, he took a deep breath quietly, There was no smell of alcohol.

"I'll be back when I finish my errands in town."

At this time, the call of the bullock cart driver came from outside.

Meng Xiangbei took Lin Zeqing's hand and walked out, "I bought something, come with me to bring it in."

Lin Zeqing didn't dare to break free, so she could only follow him out.

The ox cart was full of rice, flour, vegetables, meat, etc., as well as a piece of plain cloth and a few books.

Lin Zeqing stood in front of the bullock cart, "Where did it come from?"

Meng Xiangbei was the first to take out the book, "I bought it, let's move it to the kitchen."

With that said, he turned and entered the big room, and casually put the book on the simple desk.

"Brother Qing, move quickly, Uncle Liu is still in a hurry to go back." Meng Xiangbei came out and saw Lin Zeqing still standing where he was, like a fool.

Lin Zeqing was instructed to put things in the kitchen with Meng Xiangbei.

Full stuff takes up half of the small kitchen.

Lin Zeqing turned her head to look at Meng Xiangbei who was pouring water, and couldn't help asking curiously, "You said you bought these things, do you have money?" He estimated that at least two taels of silver would be needed.

In fact, Lin Zeqing guessed right, Meng Xiangbei really spent the money to the point where there were only a few copper coins left.

After drinking several glasses of water in a row, Meng Xiangbei finally quenched his thirst. Putting down the kettle, he said happily, "I made ten taels of silver today."

After speaking, Meng Xiangbei talked about painting in the study today and selling paintings.

He spoke simply, but his tone was full of complacency, like a peacock spreading its tail, its eyes sparkling, as if saying: I am so powerful, please praise me quickly.

Lin Zeqing looked at him with wide eyes.

Lin Zeqing knew that in the Dasheng Dynasty, scholars were the most precious, but he didn't expect to sell a painting for ten taels. Yes, is it so profitable?You must know that he only embroiders three copper plates for a purse, and he can only embroider three at most in a day.

He didn't quite believe Meng Xiangbei's words, but the things in the kitchen were right in front of him.

Meng Xiangbei walked slowly in front of Lin Zeqing, and said seriously, "Brother Qing, I will work hard to make money and take the imperial examination so that you and Maomao can live a good life."

The man's eyes were deep and charming. Lin Zeqing was suddenly burned by the affection hidden inside, and immediately lowered his head. He grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands and did not speak.From Meng Xiangbei's perspective, he couldn't see his expression.

Meng Xiangbei was not eager to ask Lin Zeqing to forgive him immediately, but he would prove it with practical actions.

Meng Xiangbei leaned forward, hugged Lin Zeqing, turned around and went to the kitchen immediately.

Lin Zeqing froze on the spot, the man's embrace was about to leave, and he didn't even have time to feel the body temperature, but his calm heart still felt a little bit turbulent.

Father Lin was fidgeting in the big house, he didn't dare to go out if he wanted to go out, and he was worried if he didn't go out.

Meng Xiangbei hastily pulled Brother Qing away, not knowing why, he only saw the two carrying things into the kitchen.

He didn't dare to bother or ask, for fear of offending Meng Xiangbei.

It's okay for Meng Xiangbei to scold him angrily, but he was afraid that Meng Xiangbei would vent his anger on Brother Qing and Mao Mao.

When Meng Xiangbei came out of the kitchen, he saw Father Lin who was looking anxiously in the big room. He walked over and said with a smile, "Father-in-law, you are here today."

Father Lin's body became a little stiff as Meng Xiangbei approached, and he nodded and gave a low "hmm".

Meng Xiangbei walked to the kang, inspected Mao Mao's condition, and said, "Father-in-law, you came to see Mao Mao, right? Mao Mao's legs have been seen by the doctor, and the doctor said that it will recover after three or four months of recuperation. Don't worry, Brother Qing and I will take good care of him."

When Meng Xiangbei came to the kang, Lin's father had already gone away without a trace. Facing the amiable Meng Xiangbei, he was a little dazed.

Is this person really Meng Xiangbei?

At this time, Lin Zeqing entered the room with something in his hand.

"Did you buy this too?"

It was a dim sum wrapped in oiled paper and a few meat buns.

Meng Xiangbei slapped his head, "Yes, I bought it, but I actually forgot, Brother Qing, I divided the dim sum and meat buns, you guys eat them quickly."

Lin Zeqing saw it while arranging the food, and the meat buns in her hand were still warm.

"No, no need, you can eat."

"I already ate it when I came back. These are specially bought for you."

"Then, I'll keep it for your next meal."

Meng Xiangbei sighed, took the dim sum and meat buns, and distributed them to the three of them one by one, "Hurry up and eat."

Father Lin looked at the two meat buns and a snack in his hand, his eyes widened slightly.

Him, too?

But didn't Meng Xiangbei hate him the most, would he be furious when he saw Brother Qing go to help him in the past?

Father Lin, Meng Xiangbei can't control what Lin Zeqing thinks for the time being.

He is feeding Mao Mao.

Fragrant buns with minced meat inside, fragrant and delicious.

In the past, when Meng's father was still alive, Maomao could occasionally eat some meat. Later, when Meng's father died, Maomao never ate meat again.

The meat is really delicious and fragrant.

After feeding Maomao a meat bun, Meng Xiangbei handed him another piece of snack.

Maomao held the snack in both hands, lowered her head, and took small bites, as if she was reluctant to eat it all at once.This cute appearance looks like a little hamster.

Meng Xiangbei's heart softened, and he wished he could be rubbed into his arms.

He became more determined to make money to support his wife and children.

Lin's father took photos of Meng Xiangbei's oppression in the past, and finally ate the meat buns and snacks.

He was a little emotional, this was the first time he had eaten something bought for him by his so-called brother-in-law Meng Xiangbei.

Meng Xiangbei was here, and Lin's father didn't want to stay longer and planned to go back.

"Father, let me take you back." Meng Xiangbei said casually.

Father Lin coughed in fright.

Meng Xiangbei glanced at him, didn't say much, went to the kitchen silently, brought out some food,

"Father, let's go."

Can Father Lin refuse?Dare to refuse?Of course not.

Lin Zeqing wanted to send it herself, but Meng Xiangbei insisted.

Meng Xiangbei took the food and walked to the other side of the village to accommodate the old man's slow pace.

The old man's health is really bad, he walks slowly, coughs from time to time, and is out of breath.

Meng Xiangbei was really afraid that if he walked too fast, the old man would fall on the road in order to keep up with his pace, that would be a crime.

After thinking about it, Meng Xiangbei directly carried Father Lin on his back.

"You, you, let me down."

"Father-in-law, don't move, I can carry you quickly."

Of course, Father Lin knew that being carried by someone was faster than walking by himself, but this was Meng Xiangbei's back, which was similar to a tiger's ass. Would he dare to touch it?He was scared to death, but Meng Xiangbei didn't care.

Meng Xiangbei weighed the old man on his back, feeling a little sad.

The old man is really thin and carries no weight on his back. He can really be described as skinny.

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