Lin Zhihuang shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm not going. Today, our group will walk around the county."

After the group had breakfast, Lin Zhihuang took Liang Fengyuan, Li Shang and Huang Qijin out of the Shanhu Inn.

Lin Zhihuang said he was just wandering around the county town, but instead he went to the downtown area of ​​the county town, where Qi Guanshou would set up a stall and sell calligraphy every day.

Last night, the shadow envoy lurking in the Fanhu County branch sent Lin Zhihuang some of the things Qi Guanshou and Liu Kang had done in Fanhu County over the years, as well as the opinions of people around them.

Qi Guanshou would set up a stall every day on the east street of the busy city of the county, sell calligraphy, and write letters on his behalf. The money he earned would be used to give alms to the people who came up to the mountain for help.

Liu Hen rarely went down the mountain when he was studying with Mr. Linfang. He started going down the mountain frequently after leaving school three months ago, but mostly to participate in poetry gatherings and elegant residences for literati.

Li Shang followed Lin Zhihuang in the streets and looked at the end of East Street from a distance. He was wearing a green and wide-sleeved Confucian uniform, as if he had fallen into the mortal world. He was sitting on the street with a calligraphy and painting stall, Qi Guanshou, laughing and shaking his head.

"Sui Langjun, didn't you say you wanted to take a walk around the city today?" Li Shang looked back and teased his lord.

Lin Zhihuang was dressed as a gentleman at this time, and he specially thickened his eyebrows. He strode away with his fan twirling, looking exactly like a dandy from an aristocratic family: "Of course I was strolling around casually, and I met Mr. Linfang San here."

Disciple, what a coincidence."

"How could this be a coincidence? My slave said that Mr. Sui finally knew how to have fun today, but he still had plans." Huang Qijin gave Lin Zhihuang an angry look.

Huang Qijin is now the personal maid who follows the rich man from aristocratic families. She always keeps her personality in mind, so outside, Huang Qijin calls herself a slave.

Lin Zhihuang chuckled lightly, twirled his fan, walked into the crowd, and lined up very well.

Liang Fengyuan, Huang Qijin, Li Shang and others thought for a moment and lined up behind Lin Zhihuang.

Yes, the business at Qi Guan's calligraphy and painting stall was very good, and there was a long queue early in the morning.

Some of these people came to find Qi Guan's first generation to write letters, some simply came to buy his calligraphy, and some came to ask him to choose an elegant name for their newborn.

All in all, Qi Guanshou’s calligraphy and painting stall is doing very well.

The people who came to patronize Qi Guanshou's calligraphy and painting stall were obviously familiar with Qi Guanshou. They lined up spontaneously and did not bargain or make noise around them. They only stated their requirements and finally paid for their goods.

As soon as Lin Zhihuang and his party arrived, Qi Guanshou noticed them.

Qi Guanshou showed no sign of Lin Zhihuang's arrival and was still concentrating on the business of his calligraphy and painting stall.

There were probably more than ten people waiting in line, and finally it was Lin Zhihuang's turn.

Qi Guanshou looked at Lin Zhihuang who was sitting in front of the calligraphy and painting stall, and asked elegantly: "Ghostwriting, requesting calligraphy, or buying paintings."

Qi Guanshou seemed not to know Lin Zhihuang and only treated her as an ordinary customer.

Lin Zhihuang also treated himself as an ordinary guest and said with a smile: "Buy a painting."

Qi Guanshou asked with a normal expression: "Does this guest want a current painting, or should he choose an old painting that is already on sale at the stall?"

"Present the painting." Lin Zhihuang put away his fan and looked at Qi Guanshou with a smile.

When the guests who were waiting in line in front of Queen Lin Zhi heard that Lin Zhihuang was going to show the painting, they immediately booed several times and dispersed, preparing to line up again an hour later.

This group of people had already had experience. A modern painting would take at least an hour to complete. It would be better to go shopping and queue up all over again.

An aunt came over when she was leaving, smiled and congratulated Qi Guanshou and said: "Qi Langjun, when I went out to the stall early this morning, I met someone who wanted to paint. It's such a big business, it's worth your half-month income from selling calligraphy.

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Qi Guanshou obviously knew this lady. He smiled lightly and replied elegantly: "It seems that you are lucky today, but unfortunately, I have to wait in line again later."

The aunt held the vegetable basket, smiled and waved her hand: "What's the problem? I'll come back later to buy the vegetables and ask you to write for me. Your big business is important."

With that said, the aunt already walked away with the basket on her arm, muttering as she walked: "There are still many people who need money from you, Mr. Qi, for relief. Selling paintings... is the only way to make money!"

After all the people in line behind him dispersed, Lin Zhihuang shook his fan and said with a smile: "Brother Qi seems to have been doing business here for a long time, and everyone here is very familiar with you."

Qi Guanshou withdrew his gaze from his aunt, and stopped chatting with Lin Zhihuang. After nodding, he asked politely: "What does this objective person want to draw? People, sceneries, objects?"

"people."

"you?"

Lin Zhihuang smiled and shook his head: "Don't draw me."

Qi Guanshou glanced at Liang Fengyuan, Li Shang, and Huang Qijin who were standing behind Lin Zhihuang, and asked: "Which one should I draw?"

"Not here." Lin Zhihuang tapped Qi Guanshou's calligraphy and painting stall with his fingers, attracting his attention back.

"There are rules for painting people. I don't paint people I haven't seen before." Qi Guanshou reminded him softly.

"Don't break the rules and draw the people you meet. Mr. Linfang."

Qi Guanshou was stunned.

Lin Zhihuang put away his fan and said with a smile: "What, do you have any rules against brother Qi?"

After Qi Guanshou was stunned, he smiled lightly, took out a desktop-sized drawing paper from the bookcase behind him, and replied at the same time: "It doesn't count."

"Why don't you go up the mountain to visit Master today?" Qi Guanshou was teasing his ink painting when he suddenly took the initiative to chat with Lin Zhihuang.

Lin Zhihuang smiled and asserted: "Mr. Linfang is not on Boshan now."

Qi Guanshou's pale eyes fell on Lin Zhihuang's face, and he said with a smile: "How did you know?"

The fact that Xuan Ting didn't send back any news early this morning means it all. I wonder where he is looking for his master at this time.

Lin Zhihuang was thinking this, but he joked to Qi Guanshou: "Perhaps he is afraid that his disciples will settle accounts with him?"

Qi Guanshou smiled dumbly and asked, "Do you want Mr. Linfang's sitting or standing posture?"

Lin Zhihuang tapped the palm of his hand leisurely with the handle of the fan and said slowly: "I heard that Mr. Linfang is good at delicious food. I want to see how Mr. Linfang ate after he came down from the mountain."

Qi Guanshou immediately understood Lin Zhihuang's intention, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, raised his head before putting down the pen, and said softly: "You are indeed different from ordinary people, and you are a very wise person."

Lin Zhihuang smiled brightly and thanked Qi Guanshou for his comment: "Thank you."

Qi Guanshou did not reply this time and was about to start painting.

"Wait a minute."

Lin Zhihuang blocked Qi Guanshou's strokes with his fan and waved back. Huang Qi Jinyi stepped forward and took out a long stack of snow-white drawing paper from the long bamboo tube on his back.

Lin Zhihuang took the drawing paper from Huang Qijin's hand, spread it on the table in front of Qi Guanshou himself, and said with a smile: "Brother Qi, just use this drawing paper to draw, and the remaining drawing paper will be given to you."

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Qi Guanshou looked at the snow-white drawing paper spread out on the stall. Compared with the more yellowish drawing paper he was used to, he was slightly stunned. He stretched out his hand to touch the tight surface of the drawing paper and praised: "Good paper."
Chapter completed!