Chapter 55 Now, ask Cheng Laosan to start your performance. La)
"Yes..." Li Chengqian and Li Ke, Li Shimin's biological sons, nodded wildly.
I really can't stand Cheng Laosan's incredible painting skills. How can you summon people by putting a few sticks together and inserting an egg?
"Langzhong Yan is really amazing. With just a few strokes, he can bring life to life. He is worthy of being a master in the calligraphy and painting world of our dynasty."
"Yes, yes, I really admire you. He is a master of Yan Lang. He is indeed a master."
At this moment, Cheng Chubi stared blankly at the desk in front of him, and a human figure with sound legs and a peaceful face appeared on the table in front of him...
He raised his head again and looked at the figure who had drawn a complete figure.
It was as if his whole mood had been vented, and Yan Liben felt refreshed.
Yan Liben's smile now revealed a strong sense of superiority, and he raised his hand towards the portrait on the table and towards Cheng Chubi.
"Please..." Now, please ask Cheng Laosan to start your performance.
Li Shimin nodded approvingly towards Yan Liben. "Yan Qing has such good skills... Okay, nephew, please continue."
Cheng Sanlang's stick figure just now was really eye-catching. Now he can finally regain his eyesight and do business seriously.
He looked at the person painted by Yan Liben, and then at the stick figure portrait that Yan Liben tore down on the deck.
He even saw that Uncle Li, who was standing with his hands behind his back, actually used his toes to quietly move the stickman portrait further away.
"???" Cheng Chubi almost wanted to walk away. There is no one with talent who doesn't have a temper.
But when I thought about it, the person squatting in front of me was either an emperor, a prince, or a prince.
Forget it, for the sake of the future of the old Cheng family, which has a strict family tradition, I can only continue to endure the humiliation and bear the burden.
"Actually, my painting is pretty good..."
Even though he gave in, Cheng Chubi still felt that his stick figure was so simple, clear and unique.
"Haha..." Cheng Chubi heard laughter, not one, but four special ones...
Cheng Chubi, who looked unhappy, took the charcoal pen in his hand and poked a few pockmarks on the portrait of Yan Liben, and then he felt a little happier.
"Well, this is a person, right..."
The four big guys smiled and nodded in unison.
"Okay, next, let me tell you how I will operate on Uncle Qin. First..."
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Li Shimin looked at the confident and talkative Cheng Laosan in front of him with some complicated eyes.
The mood is also very complicated, and the articulation is clear and organized, even if I haven't seen Cheng Laosan undergo the surgery.
Listening to his explanation now, Li Shimin's confidence in success seems to have increased by a few percent.
Although there are always some confusing words and phrases in his words.
But after all, by connecting back and forth, we can probably understand his meaning and purpose.
"...Anyway, I still say that, I need to do a detailed examination of Uncle Qin's whole body first.
Only then can we determine the method and method of the operation. After all, the arrowheads in Uncle Qin's body are not just the one in his chest."
"Can you take them all out at once?" Li Keqi said, feeling dizzy.
"As long as the arrowheads in Uncle Qin's body are not too close to large blood vessels and nerves, which are complicated places to operate, there will be no problem."
Of course, Cheng Chubi's trust is not random, but comes from years of surgical experience. In this regard, he is quite confident.
Not to mention finger-sized things like arrowheads, the township health center has to take in those unlucky people injured by gunpowder guns every now and then.
And the fact that he frequently receives banners from these unlucky ghosts speaks for itself.
The so-called gunpowder guns, also called steel sand guns, can still be seen in remote ethnic minority gathering areas in the southwest.
It is generally used for hunting, or to prevent large wild animals such as wild boars and black bears from destroying crops.
Of course, there are also those hot-headed young people who get into fights and suffer losses, so they go back to the village and grab a powder gun to take revenge.
The steel balls used in gunpowder guns, also called steel sand, are much smaller than arrowheads.
After all, we are all experienced drivers. No matter whether we are fighting or killing, we do not want to kill anyone and we will not aim at the fatal parts.
I don't even want to die, because I will turn around and run away when I see a gunpowder gun.
People with guns will only aim at the enemy's back and buttocks and fire. As a result, most of the places where gunpowder guns hit are the enemy's buttocks.
When operating on such unlucky people, Cheng Chubi often felt like he was pulling out ungerminated black beans from the black earth with tweezers.
Seeing how confident Cheng Chubi was, Li Shimin frowned and began to circle slowly.
Cheng Chubi picked up the soup handed to him by the eunuch before taking a sip.
His eyes turned green and he almost spit out a mouthful. "What the hell is this?"
When Li Ke saw Cheng Chubi's appearance, heheyile reminded him in a low voice.
"This is tea soup, that's right. Your Cheng family always uses secret Sanle pulp to quench their thirst. It's normal if you are not used to tea soup."
After hearing Li Ke's explanation, which was obviously vindictive, and his winking and petty expression.
Cheng Chubi immediately laughed...
Okay, the door of my house is always open, and I welcome you to come again, so that you can enjoy the feeling of being at home.
At this moment, Cheng Chubi saw Uncle Li walking on the deck and stopped, turned around and waved to him.
"My dear nephew, come here. I'll have a few words with you."
Cheng Chubi hurried to Uncle Li's side and stood respectfully, as if he was listening attentively.
At this time, the two of them were standing near the railing. Below them was the still clear Bashui River, with pleasant green willows on both sides.
In the distance ahead, there seemed to be a few people playing on the bank of the river. They would go ashore and then go down to the river. The atmosphere was very joyful...
Cheng Chubi took a deep breath of fresh air without any pollution and tried his best to keep his eyes wide open.
I want to see clearly whether the figure in the distance is the three brothers wandering around nearby.
Uncle Li next to him opened his mouth and disturbed his attention.
Li Shimin looked at Cheng Jia Sanlang, who was strong in stature and handsome in appearance, and spoke with sincerity and sincerity.
"My dear nephew, if you can't cure Qin Qing's old illness, I won't blame you, as long as you tell the truth now."
"As long as you say it, I won't blame you, and I will treat it as if it didn't happen."
Listening to these words, Cheng Chubi came to his senses. It seemed that Uncle Li's heart was still not firm enough, or in other words, he was still hesitant and worried.
"Of course, if you really have this ability, tell me, how sure are you?"
Having said this, Li Shimin no longer spoke, but raised his eyes to look at the mountains and rivers in the distance, waiting for Cheng Chubi to speak.
"My nephew is just telling the truth, at least 90% of it." Cheng Chubi replied without any hesitation.
"Okay!" Li Shimin suddenly turned his head and saw Cheng Chubi with a calm expression, looking directly at him without flinching.
This really made Li Shimin admire this courageous young man who always seemed to be full of confidence.
"In that case, then I have you, Nephew Lao Xian." Li Shimin raised his big hand and landed heavily on Cheng Chubi's shoulder.
"I hope you won't disappoint me. If Qin Qing can survive, I will not be stingy with any reward."
"Your Majesty, is it true?" Upon hearing this, Cheng Chubi's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked back subconsciously.
The painting "Spring Outing" is a collection of the handwritings of His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty, and His Royal Highness the King of Shu of the Tang Dynasty.
As long as it can be preserved well, let alone more than a thousand years later, even if it only lasts for thirty or fifty years, its value is simply immeasurable.
Seeing Cheng Chubi's joyful expression, Li Shimin laughed out loud with a kind look on his face. "You have no joke."
Cheng Lao San is still a child. He has just turned sixteen and is about the same age as his eldest son.