The door of the inn faces a mountain ridge directly, and there is also a mountain ridge behind it, which is relatively gentle.
The avenue goes around from behind this mountain ridge.
"Is this Shiling?" Yu Sheng glanced around and saw a green mountain and woods everywhere. Although there were some stones, the name Shiling was not worthy of the name.
"The real Shiling is at the back. There are strange mountains and rocks everywhere, so it's called Shiling." Sanmao said.
There is a city behind Shiling, called Stone City, a small city where most of the people make a living by hunting.
"There is a kind of yellow cattle raised in Stone City, and the meat is delicious." Sanmao said.
The city lord of Stone City also visited Yangzhou City when he was the leader of the alliance for the rest of his life, so he was still an old acquaintance.
Yu Sheng turned around and looked at the inn again. It was a low inn, next to a big tree where four or five people were hugging each other. There were dead vines wrapped around the trunk of the tree. The inn's wine flag was hung on it. There was a livestock shed behind the inn.
Amidst the chirping of birds in the forest, the inn looks quiet. If you don't consider the many corpses behind it, this should be a good inn.
Later, Yu Sheng asked Sanmao to get back the money given to Hu San and his wife, and allowed him to go back to Qiantang Village to rest for a day, and then went back.
The sky is still gloomy, but the rain has stopped.
When Yu Sheng returned to the inn, Zhou Jiufeng was peeling peanuts and playing chess with Aunt Qing, and was at a disadvantage.
"Remember, if you lose this game again, you will have to guard the city gate." Liu Liu reminded her from the side.
Zhou Jiufeng scratched his head, and when he was at a loss, seeing Yu Sheng coming back, he hurriedly threw the chess pieces on the chessboard.
"No more fun, no more fun, we have business."
She greeted Yu Sheng, "Shopkeeper Yu, the things you told me have been completed. The library behind Xunweizhai has been built."
"I know," Yu Sheng said, the system had reminded him, but he didn't know where to post the word "sword" for a while.
"Is there anything else to do? Your main business now is to accompany me to horse riding." Aunt Qing called her over.
She was about to win this game of chess.
"I really have something serious to do." Zhou Jiufeng was afraid of returning to the chessboard again and took out a portrait from his sleeve, "Pay attention to this person."
"What's wrong with this person?" Yu Sheng sat next to Aunt Qing.
"He escaped from prison," Zhou Jiufeng said.
"What?" Aunt Qing and Yu Sheng looked at her together, "Have you Jin Yiwei fallen into this state now?"
"It's not the Jinyi Guards, it's the prison cell of the Yamen in the west of the city." Zhou Jiufeng said.
In Yangzhou, there are two systems. Jinyiwei specializes in dealing with things like strange forces and chaos.
There are also some common people, and conflicts between neighbors are handed over to the yamen, which also has its own yamen and prisons.
It's just that he's not as good as Jin Yiwei.
It was all a trivial matter in the yamen. When Aunt Qing heard that it was from the yamen, Aunt Qing was relieved, but Yu Sheng curiously asked: "What has this person done?"
"I don't know." Zhou Jiufeng said.
"What's your name? Where does it come from? Why don't you go look for it at home?" Aunt Qing also asked.
Zhou Jiufeng still shook his head, "I don't know?"
"Hey, you really don't know anything about it. These government officials are so bad that they arrested someone and don't know his origins or what he committed?" Yu Sheng couldn't laugh or cry.
"After the tide of mummies passed, there were many refugees in the city and more and more troublemakers. The government officials often arrested a large number of them and interrogated them one by one. It is probably not his turn yet," Zhou Jiufeng said.
She also knew that this was a bit ridiculous, so she scratched her head and said, "Our Jin Yiwei has taken over this case. As long as we catch him, everything will come to light."
Yu Sheng looked at the portrait again and complained: "This is too abstract, not realistic at all."
"Write poetry?" Zhou Jiufeng wondered what the relationship between arresting people and writing poetry was.
Just then, upon hearing Yu Sheng's return, Ye Zigao and Fu Nan hurried in.
"Shopkeeper, come and take a look. The portrait of Gouzi is finished. What do you think?" Ye Zigao handed the painting to Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng frowned and considered it for a long time, "It's better to draw the dog nicely. The ugly dog has charm, but your painting only gets six points."
Aunt Qing took a look and said, "That's right, the dog is so ugly that if Ye Zigao draws it, then you are making things difficult for him."
Ye Zigao and the others squinted at Gouzi and saw that Gouzi was indifferent. It seemed that Gouzi was unique in his ability to read people's dishes.
"It'll work." Yu Sheng hung the paintings on the wall and asked Ye Zigao to keep up the good work, "I'll paint ten more, the inn needs them."
Ye Zigao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, have you settled the account first?"
"It's time to get married." Yu Sheng took out ten cents. "Gouzi Shenyun is only worth six cents. Ten cents is only worth six cents now. I account for 40% of the six cents, which is almost two and a half cents. I suffer a loss.
I’ll take two coins and give you the remaining four coins.”
Ye Zigao was stunned, seeing Yu Sheng take out ten coins, but in the end he only had four coins in his hand, "No, Shopkeeper Yu, you..."
Before he could finish his words, Fu Nan took two pennies from his palm: "I have more than one pennie, and it's hard to take care of the dog. I was swallowed four times by Qiongqi. I can't take two pennies, right?"
Okay, now I am biliterate.
"I've been busy all morning without moving and only earned two cents?" Ye Zigao wanted to cry.
The black girl next to her was worried at first, but she smiled unkindly after hearing this: "It's only two pennies, ha, it's not enough for daily interest."
Seeing that Ye Zigao was about to become discouraged, Yu Sheng encouraged him: "Everything is difficult at the beginning, two cents now, twenty cents tomorrow, and forty cents the day after tomorrow."
"That's true," Ye Zi nodded and continued to paint outside, painting dogs.
Yu Sheng pointed to the painting of Gouzi and said to Zhou Jiufeng: "Did you see it? This is realism. The painting is almost real."
Zhou Jiufeng looked at Gouzi's painting and said, "Don't tell me, it's really true."
For the rest of his life, he wanted more than ten paintings of dogs in different postures. Around noon, Ye Zigao finally finished the second painting and started the third one.
At this time, an old man came from the east, with a hunched back and a cane, and walked slowly into the town.
The old man's feet were muddy and his body was wet. It looked like he had walked a lot, was dusty and had a tired look on his face.
So after seeing the inn sign, the old man walked up to it without hesitation, ready to ask for a bowl of water.
When he was about to go up the steps, he saw the painting Ye Gao had painted and placed beside him. He stopped and said in surprise: "Oh, this painting..."
Ye Zigao was startled. Fu Nan, who was responsible for adjusting the dog's posture, also stood up and looked at him, "What's wrong with this painting?"
The old man didn't answer. He stretched his neck on the table and looked at the painting almost close to it.
"What's wrong with this painting?" Ye Zigao asked urgently.
"This painting, this painting..." the old man said excitedly: "It's wonderful!"
"Really?" Ye Zigao grinned. There are still many people who know the goods in this world.
"Well, that's wonderful," the old man nodded. "Although I'm not very good at using pen, I'm better at conceiving it. It's far-reaching and full of meaning."
"Really?" Ye Zi opened her mouth from ear to ear happily, "You have already seen this."
When he was talking, he also deliberately shouted to the inn to make himself feel proud.
Sure enough, everyone in the inn turned to look here, and Yu Sheng, the black girl, even walked towards the door.
The old man continued to comment, "Is this painting a tiger?"
"Yes, yes, huh?" Ye Zigao was stunned and looked at the old man in confusion.
The old man didn't see his expression and continued: "But it also looks like a dog. This is a typical example of how a tiger cannot be compared to a dog."
"The fact that you can draw a dog so ugly shows that you have good skills, so you deliberately drew a tiger to avoid being anti-canine, right? It seems that you are satirizing some people." The old man said very firmly.
"Who is he mocking?" Black Girl asked.
"You can tell at a glance that you are uneducated. This little brother is trying to ridicule some people for being too ambitious and pursuing unrealistic goals by painting a tiger instead of a dog. It's almost like a toad trying to eat swan meat." The old man didn't even raise his head.
said.
"Needless to say, it must be hard to get rich." Hei Niu said.
"Me?" Fu Nan pointed at himself.
"You and Jingwei, aren't you so ambitious? What are you trying to achieve?" Hei Niu said.
"Hey, I have such a bad temper." Fu Nan looked at Ye Zigao, "Is this what you mean?"
"No, how could I mean that? It's not like you don't know Gouzi, he just..."
Ye Zi was defending, but the old man added: "Of course there is more than just this meaning."