The heavy rain came as expected, falling on the mountains and forests, as if covering the heaven and earth with a layer of gauze.
Under the violent storm, Wu Ming stood in a light blue light shield in front of a dilapidated thatched house.
This thatched house looked a bit old, but it was very clean and there was smoke coming from the kitchen.
Wu Ming stood outside and looked around, and vaguely heard the sound of reading slowly coming from the room.
"Confucius said, "Learn and practice from time to time, that's not what you say. It's not a pleasure to have friends from afar. If you don't know and don't feel embarrassed, you are not a gentleman..."
The intermittent sound of reading indicates that the owner of the house should be a poor scholar and live a very difficult life.
After listening for a while, Wu Ming opened the door and walked in. He was an uninvited guest.
"Who are you?" The scholar who was studying was startled when he saw someone pushing the door open.
Wu Ming looked through the light in the room and discovered that the scholar was none other than Cui Hongjian, the leading actor in the painting.
And from the looks of it, the plot probably hasn't started yet, and I don't know how long it will be.
"Scholar, is this your home?"
"This is my house. If you stay overnight, I can take you in for one night. But as agreed, you can't touch my treasures here, and I don't have anything to eat for you."
Speaking of food, Cui Hongjian's throat moved unconsciously.
Since the rice crop was cut off the day before yesterday, he has been eating wild vegetables for two days and has no food to help others.
If it hadn't rained today, he would have gone to town to sell his manuscripts, but he didn't dare to go out with his manuscripts on a rainy day, so his trip was delayed.
After hearing what Cui Hongjian said, Wu Ming nodded noncommittally and looked at the scholar's treasure.
As soon as I saw it, I could see that there were stacks of calligraphy manuscripts and calligraphy and paintings gathered together in the thatched house with some drafts. After all, it was not just a house with only four walls.
"I have written so many words, are these all written by you?" Picking up a draft, Wu Ming glanced at it a few times and found that it was all written in traditional Chinese characters.
There are differences between Simplified Chinese and Traditional Chinese, but the differences are not so great that they are incomprehensible.
Wu Ming himself didn't know calligraphy, but he could also see that Cui Shusheng's calligraphy was not very good, at most it was at the level of a bookkeeper. No wonder in the movie, when Cui Shusheng went to sell calligraphy, the calligraphy and painting boss had a look of disdain on his face.
The color is sold by the pound.
"These characters are all written by me. I plan to take the scholar examination this year. How do you think these characters are?" Seeing Wu Ming looking at his calligraphy, Cui Hongjian held up a lantern and couldn't help but ask softly.
"Listen to the truth or lies?" Wu Ming looked up at Cui Hongjian and asked very seriously.
"Tell the truth." Cui Hongjian also hesitated, but still gritted his teeth and wanted to hear the truth.
Seeing Cui Hongjian's look, Wu Ming shook his head slightly and said, "To put it bluntly, it's because the ancestor didn't reward you with this bowl of rice. I don't know how much knowledge you have, but your handwriting is really not that good.
I estimate that your talent as a scholar is at a loss today, so if you can’t do it, just change careers!”
"Change, change career..." Cui Hongjian's face turned a little dark, and the shadow area in his heart expanded rapidly.
You know, in ancient society, obtaining fame was the dream of countless people.
Cui Hongjian is now full of joy and is waiting for the autumn to take the scholar examination. This change of career will be too much to eliminate people.
Holding the lantern and returning to his desk in a depressed mood, Cui Hongjian turned his grief and anger into strength and began to study hard again.
Wu Ming looked at Cui Hongjian and smiled without caring, and said: "There should be a manor called Wumenju on the nearby mountain. Do you know where it is?"
"I don't know..." Cui Hongjian thought for a moment and shook his head.
Seeing the other party shaking his head, Wu Ming was a little surprised.
Wumenju is Yan Chixia's home. Although the specific location is not given, it should be around the town.
Cui Hongjian often goes to the town to sell calligraphy and paintings. Logically speaking, he should know about it, but unexpectedly, he really doesn’t know.
"Forget it, if you don't know, just don't know. Yan Chixia can't run away anyway." Wu Ming figured it out and didn't care. He found a bench and sat down.
Sitting on the bench, Wu Ming looked at the situation of the chocolate and found that the little guy was still sleeping.
Out of boredom, Wu Ming looked at the heavy rain outside the window, picked up a few strawberries and ate them to relieve his boredom.
"What are you eating?" Wu Ming looked up and found Cui Hongjian stretching his neck and looking at his strawberries curiously.
Seeing this curious look, Wu Ming suddenly realized that strawberries were only introduced to China in the middle of the Qing Dynasty and were widely cultivated during the Republic of China. Considering the dynasty of the fairy world in the painting, there were no strawberries here at all, so no wonder the other party didn't recognize it.
"This is a strawberry. It tastes good. Let me try it for you." Wu Ming waved his hand and more than a dozen strawberries flew to Cui Hongjian's desk.
Seeing Wu Ming wave his hand, the strawberry flew over by itself. Cui Hongjian was so frightened that he quickly hid back and sat on the ground: "Are you a human or a ghost? Don't scare me!"
"You're worthless. If I were a ghost, would you still be alive?"
Hearing Wu Ming's words, Cui Hongjian lowered his head and thought, this is not what happened.
If the other party were a ghost, I, a poor scholar, would have been eaten long ago. Now that I am safe and sound, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Thinking of this, Cui Hongjian stopped panicking and quickly got up from the ground.
Later, Cui Hongjian looked at Wu Ming, then at the strawberries on the table, and said, "Is this delicious? Is it sour or sweet? Do you really want to give it to me?"
Although he asked this question, his actions did not stop.
Picking up a strawberry, Cui Hongjian smiled at Wu Ming, put it in his mouth and took a bite.
One bite fills your mouth with a refreshing aroma, the strawberry flavor is strong, and the sweet and sour taste also greatly increases your appetite.
"It's delicious, it's so delicious!" After eating several strawberries in a row, Cui Hongjian stopped and let out a heartfelt admiration.
Upon hearing such praise, Wu Ming waved his hand carelessly, then frowned.
"Someone is coming!"
Before Wu Ming entered the house, he released warning magic outside. No disturbance could deceive him.
Under the perception of magic, the person coming was like a furnace, and he didn't look like an ordinary person.
Dong dong dong...
Three rapid knocks on the door were heard in the room.
Immediately afterwards, before Cui Hongjian could open the door, the door was pushed open forcefully.
"Excuse me, excuse me, it's raining heavily outside, let me come in first to take shelter." The person who came was wearing a bamboo hat and armor woven from bamboo strips.
Wu Ming looked at the other person carefully and found that this person looked a bit like Yuan Biao, and Yuan Biao played the role of Yan Chixia's apprentice in the movie "The Immortal in the Painting".
"What a coincidence. I met a scholar, the male protagonist Cui Hongjian. The one who came to take shelter from the rain was Yan Chixia's apprentice. Is it possible that today is the day when the plot begins?" Wu Ming was in a good mood, and as the homeowner,
Cui Hongjian obviously didn’t think so.
You know, Cui Hongjian's home is not big, and there is no room like a side room.
Now, two people came to stay for the night. Cui Hongjian couldn't help but said distressedly: "As a scholar, if someone comes to my house to take shelter from the rain, I welcome it with both hands. But the conditions here are poor. If you are looking for a place to live, I'm afraid you can only stay here."
I feel aggrieved on the ground."
Dong dong dong...
Just as Cui Hongjian finished speaking, the knock on the door rang again, indicating that there was a third uninvited guest.
At this time, Cui Hongjian was completely speechless.
He only has one main room here, and he doesn't run an inn, so why are there so many people staying overnight?