Even Zhai Huan couldn't help but change his expression slightly. He had a sullen face, put down the wine cup in his hand, and was about to stand up and speak - this was not an entertainment banquet. If he really admired Mr. Qi's paintings, he could have had a banquet.
At the end, come to the door with a heavy gift to ask for it, instead of treating the actor with the same contemptuous attitude...
Is the Sheriff having fun praying for good deeds?
However, these thoughts only circulated in his mind and were not expressed to his mouth, because he received a hint from Qishan's eyes halfway, indicating that he should not intervene. Zhai Huan hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, drank the wine cup in one gulp, and looked for
I used an excuse to go outside the hall to get some fresh air.
The county guard saw all this.
He sneered secretly: "Young people are still too impatient."
Seeing that Qi Shan was holding the pen with his right hand, his posture was skillful and natural, and his writing was decisive and neat, he asked: "Sir, can you paint with your left hand?"
Qishan replied with a natural expression: "Yes, I was curious and learned it for a while when I was young, but I'm just not as flexible as my right hand."
The governor recalled in a casual tone: "When I was young, I also knew a friend who could draw with his left hand. However, he did not learn it out of curiosity, but was born with it. For him, his left hand is far easier to use than his right hand. It is a coincidence.
He has the same name and surname as you."
Qishan said calmly: "Oh, such a coincidence?"
The county guard was a little embarrassed: "When I saw Mr. Qingqing earlier, I thought it was that friend who came to Xiaocheng to see me."
After hearing the words, Qi Shan handed the pen to his left hand and said in the same fluent manner: "The county governor and his friend have a very close relationship and a deep friendship?"
The county guard sighed: "Yes, it's a pity that we haven't seen him for many years."
Qi Shan smiled and said nothing, focusing on drawing paper.
Painting with your left hand?
No one at the table was interested in this.
Because everyone in the world is right-handed, right-handed people are respected, and left-handed people are a special case. Even if some people are born more left-handed, the elders in the family will use methods to correct them. Deliberately learning left-handed painting is not just a claptrap.
means?
There were even guests chatting and laughing.
"In my humble opinion, when learning to paint, one-third of it is talent and seven-cent of hard work. Solid painting skills and a solid foundation are the most important things. Which hand you use to draw is secondary. If you are born good with your left hand, the elders in the family will also
If it was not corrected in time, there is nothing to say. But if it is a waste of energy just for gimmicks, wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse?"
In this world, "painting" is mostly used for entertainment, and generally literary scholars will not put a lot of effort into this aspect. If you have this time, wouldn't it be better to study more on language and spirituality, and meditate? If you indulge too much, you will be addicted.
Stamped with the label "Playing with things to lose one's spirit".
Because he didn't know how good the relationship between the county governor and his friend was, he left the "friend" alone and only prayed for the nameless person.
After saying this, some familiar guests smiled and agreed.
The county governor said nothing.
When the guests saw this, they knew that Qi Shan had no weight in the eyes of the county governor. He was a dispensable thing that could be used for fun and did not need much respect. So the chat content became more about "left-wingers", or
It's "strange news" or "scandal gossip".
Qishan remained motionless, neither angry at being humiliated nor ashamed at being ridiculed. It seemed as if the chatter around his ears was all nonsense and had nothing to do with him, and his heart could not be stirred at all.
Children's waves.
The county guard secretly looked at Qishan while drinking tea.
The heart is wavering.
It's not that he suspected that Qi Shan was the "Qi Shan" he knew. He had doubted it before he met him. He had trouble sleeping and eating because of it. He wished he could send someone to assassinate him, but he was too afraid to do anything rashly. Until he met him.
Really, only then can the hanging heart be relieved.
The two are too different to be the same person.
But he suspected that the person in front of him might have been sent by political opponents to disgust him, and "Qishan" was not his real name. In this way, the suspicion made sense. Therefore, the county magistrate let it go, implying that others were mocking him, and also meant to provoke and test him.
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Not long after, Qi Shan made a painting.
The county guard didn't take a closer look, he praised Qi Shan's painting skills with his hands, and the other guests also praised him very much, as if they were not the ones who were in a strange mood not long ago. Qi Shan was too lazy to deal with it, so he just found an excuse and left with the plate of pay.
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Not long after leaving the house, he met Zhai Huan who was going back to the main hall.
Qi Shan said: "Mr. Zhai Dalang is here to be a guest?"
Zhai Huan: "Visiting celebrities."
Celebrity???
His enemy???
Qishan tilted his head, thought about it for a while, and finally remembered.
This enemy of his is a fast climber and good at hugging thighs, but has a bad reputation. In order to make up for his shortcomings, he often invites famous people from all over Sibao County to play together, taking the four words "go with what they like" to the extreme.
He did not miss any famous people who passed by his territory, making the guests fully feel the host's hospitality, giving money, giving people warmth, being righteous, warm and generous.
Over and over again, she actually became a well-known celebrity (lady), and she had a strong presence in the celebrity circle (ladies circle).
Qi Shan smiled and asked, "How is he?"
Zhai Huan: "..."
Although he didn't speak, his expression seemed to have said everything, which made Qishan feel very happy.
He patted Zhai Huan on the shoulder and said mysteriously: "It was fun."
Zhai Huan: "Play?"
"I heard that the concubines kept in the backyard of this county magistrate are all extremely beautiful and beautiful. I may be lucky..."
Zhai Huan: "..."
His expression became stiffer and stiffer. Seeing that Qishan was in a good mood, he made a "whistle" motion on his shoulder, as if Zhai Huan had gotten something stolen in this house, laughed loudly, and walked away.
Zhai Huan said to Qi Shan's back: "Sir, be careful too."
Since the governor's gold and jade were corrupted, he would not let Qi Shan easily take away those gold ingots, so he still couldn't let down his guard. Qi Shan naturally knew this truth.
But he didn't panic at all, and used the money to make purchases under the eyes of the people sent by the county government. But he didn't buy all the rice and grain. Most of them were wood, charcoal, cloth and seeds, a few farm tools, pens, inks, paper and inkstones, which he bought for others.
Not sure what he wants to do.
More than 40 cars were loaded.
Qi Shan is either on the way shopping or drinking and having fun. Sometimes he catches a drunkard in a wine shop and chats for an hour.
No useful content at all.
The nonsense he talked about made people yawn again and again.
Qi Shan enjoyed it, and occasionally used his raccoon slave called "Su Shang" to buy good ingredients or dried fish.
After three or four days of this, Qishan finally left Xiaocheng with all his luggage. As soon as he left, a group of people followed him.
He has a sly eyebrow and a rat's eye, and has no good intentions.
They also accidentally heard that this poor scribe had a huge fortune, and based on the principle that there was no such shop in this village, they planned to do something big.
Unexpectedly, when we followed him to the suburbs, the person in his sight suddenly disappeared.
"People? Where are people?"
"Why did you suddenly disappear?"
Just when they were panicking, a laugh came from behind.
"Are you guys looking for me?"
When he turned around, he saw a thin, green-robed scribe, holding a long sword in his hand and smiling. From a distance, he looked like a straight green bamboo.
The little thieves: "..."
Only half an hour.
Qi Shan threw away the handkerchief used to wipe the blood on the sword.
Sheathed the sword and walked leisurely towards the mountains.
Faintly, you can still hear him whispering to others.
"Su Shang, go back with dad to ring the bell."
"What bell are you ringing, you ask?"
"Of course this is the death knell for that villain!"