Chapter 307 Sun Mo, Are You Actually a Famous Painter?
In these days, what dignitaries and literati like to do most is to find a few famous prostitutes to accompany them, and then recite poems in an arty and elegant way.
Only in this way can you show your strength.
Although Sun Mo is not a native of Kyushu, he understands this trend. It's like going to Starbucks to drink coffee. If I don't take a photo and post it on WeChat, wouldn't I have spent so much money in vain?
"Uncle Zheng, I have received your wish, please take it back with you!"
Sun Mo refused simply.
"Sun Mo, I don't mean any harm!"
Zheng Qingfang heard that Sun Mo was a little unhappy and frowned. He was a little confused. Could it be because Sun Mo liked men?
Zheng Qingfang never thought that Sun Mo didn't like this kind of behavior of treating people as gifts, because it was too normal.
"I understand."
Sun Mo quickly forced out a smile, he was being pretentious.
You must know that in the Song Dynasty, Su Shi, the famous man who wrote the famous poem "Red Cliff Ode", had the experience of giving away his pregnant concubine.
In those days, this was nothing!
Mr. Zheng thinks highly of himself when he gives him the slave he has carefully trained for ten years.
"Okay, but if you need anything in the future, you must tell me!"
After Zheng Qingfang finished speaking, he waved his hand: "You go and wait outside!"
Xia He felt like she had been pardoned and finally escaped this stage. After saluting, she immediately left, as if she was afraid that if she was slow, Sun Mo would change his attention.
Dong He frowned, gritted his teeth, and knelt down with a pop: "Master, please forgive me for being bold. Dong He wants to stay and take care of Teacher Sun's daily life."
Xia He, who had just walked out of the living room, froze in his steps and looked at Dong He. Is this woman crazy? There are Zheng family concubines who come here to be servants instead of concubines?
To be honest, as long as he is a direct descendant, no matter who sleeps with him, he can still be a concubine. He may not live a good life, but he definitely doesn't have to be ordered around like a lowly servant.
"presumptuous!"
Zheng Qingfang scolded him. He was just looking at Dong He, but decades of experience in court struggles had already trained him to have a sharp eye. With just one glance, he could guess Dong He's thoughts.
This woman wants to use Sun Mo as a springboard to regain her freedom!
Sun Mo is very gentle and kind. He has received at least two million taels from Taoist Bainiao, but the life he lives now is still simple.
For families with a little bit of money, who wouldn’t give their son a maid? But Sun Mo didn’t buy one even though he made money!
It is conceivable that when Dong He comes to Sun Mo's place, she can just do daily cleaning, and there is no hard work for her. If Sun Mo takes his students to the Dark Continent for training and won't come back for two or three months, then Dong He will be considered a big loser.
on vacation.
If Dong He is insidious enough, he can use Sun Mo's reputation to force him to give up his contract. After all, as a famous teacher, it is the famous teacher who is embarrassed when he has a conflict with his servant.
Dong He was startled and quickly kowtowed as if pounding garlic.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Donghe's head hit the floor while begging for mercy.
"Master, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore!"
Dong He was afraid. For people like Zheng Qingfang, it was useless no matter how beautiful a woman was. If she offended him, she would be punished.
"Stop knocking."
Sun Mo frowned deeply. This was the first time he saw a servant looking humble.
Yes, these servants who signed the contract of prostitution are worse than civilians. They are just objects. To put it bluntly, the owner of the house beat them to death and just found an excuse to steal and reported it to the Yamen. Nothing happened.
Sun Mo's words made Dong He even more panicked and worked harder.
"Stop knocking, didn't you hear?"
Zheng Qingfang was very unhappy. Your behavior not only showed that I was helpless, but also made Sun Mo think that I was mean.
It was originally a good thing, but I didn't expect it to end up like this.
Sun Mo has a very important status in Zheng Qingfang's heart, so Mr. Zheng cares so much about his image. He must not let Sun Mo dislike him.
Donghe lay on the ground like a frightened quail.
"Master Sun, just keep her!"
Gu Xiuxun, who had been watching, couldn't help but feel sympathy. This girl would probably be given to another man in the future if she went back. Rather than doing that, it would be better to stay with Sun Mo.
At least Sun Mo is a good person and will not abuse her.
"No, I don't dare. How can I be worthy of staying with Teacher Sun?"
Donghe's voice was panicked.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, get up, I'll take you to bandage it!"
Sun Mo ordered.
Donghe didn't dare to get up without Zheng Qingfang's order.
"Master Sun's words are my words, you must listen!"
Zheng Qingfang scolded.
"Slave, I have remembered it!"
Dong He stood up and Sun Mo saw that her head was smashed and her face was bleeding.
"Uncle Zheng, you are right, I do need someone to clean here, so I would be disrespectful to do so!"
Sun Mo relented.
After all, this girl has contributed to her favorability. If you can help her, just help her!
Sun Mo's home always had medicine and bandages. He took Dong He to the study to help her bandage.
Looking at Sun Mo's face so close to him, Dong He suddenly felt that the adventure just now was worth it.
If it were any other man, who would care about you?
"Does it hurt?"
As soon as Sun Mo said these words, Dong He's tears couldn't stop anymore, overflowing from her eyes, scratching her cheeks, and falling to the ground.
It has been many years since anyone cared about me so much.
Ding!
Favorability from Dong He is +100, friendly (150/1000).
After Sun Mo finished bandaging Dong He, he left the study and pointed to the corridor: "The third room to the east is the guest room. You should go and rest first!"
After settling Dong He, Sun Mo returned to the living room.
Xia He, who was standing at the door, suddenly regretted seeing this scene. Should he stay too? No, he was destined to be the young mistress of the Zheng family.
Dong He, a stupid woman, definitely made the wrong move.
"Hey, I was too abrupt about this."
Zheng Qingfang sighed.
"Uncle Zheng is serious!"
Sun Mo chuckled: "I don't have much to offer as a thank you gift, so how about I draw a painting for you?"
When Zheng Qingfang heard this, his energy suddenly trembled. When Fu Fang smelled the smell of meat, the old dog's eyes widened and he looked at Sun Mo.
"May I?"
Zheng Qingfang was excited.
"Go to the study!"
Sun Mo should lead the way first.
As soon as Gu Xiuxun entered, he couldn't help but praise: "Master Sun, the layout of your study is good? And the four treasures of the study are all high-end goods!"
"I don't know, Zi Qi cleaned and prepared it all!"
Sun Mo explained.
Hearing this name, the corner of Zheng Qingfang's mouth twitched. He originally planned to remind Sun Mo, but finally gave up.
Gu Xiuxun grinds and spreads rice paper.
"Let me do it!"
How dare Donghe go to bed? It's the first time to make a good impression on the new owner, so even if you feel uncomfortable, you have to resist.
Sun Mo started writing, and after thinking about it in his mind, he dipped in ink and put pen to paper.
The spring rain has stopped for the first time, and the colorful clouds are shining everywhere.
The grass in the suburbs is still covered with dew. In the distance, there is a ten-mile long pavilion, where swallows returning from the north are resting on it.
The stream flows quickly, and the willow trees on both sides have been cut out by the spring breeze in March.
More than ten minutes later, a spring picture appeared on the paper.
"I didn't realize it, but Sun Mo's painting skills are actually pretty good!"
Gu Xiuxun was a little surprised, then glanced at Zheng Qingfang and frowned.
What is this old man so excited about? Sun Mo's paintings are good, but they are not at the level of famous painters.
"Will it become a famous painting?"
Zheng Qingfang stared at the rice paper, looking nervous and uneasy. Emotionally, he hoped to see the birth of a famous painting, but his reason told him that this would be too difficult.
Famous paintings are something that can only be acquired by skilled hands. Even a famous painter who has mastered the third level of skillful painting cannot guarantee that all the paintings he paints are famous paintings.
After the rough background was drawn, Sun Mo began to draw people. Because he has a master's level of Chinese painting figure painting skills, this is his strength.
After a few strokes, a girl holding a kite appeared under the willow tree. She stood on tiptoes and looked towards the avenue.
She always has delicate hands and does not apply makeup, and her pure aura is vivid on the paper.
Suddenly, on the left side of the picture, half a horse took shape. On the horse was a good man from troubled times, holding a fan in his left hand and trusting the horse to rein it.
Farther away, by the stream, there were several children catching fish. A little girl accidentally fell in. The big brother next to her was trying to pull her up.
In the woods and on the grass, there was a man and a woman who were childhood sweethearts talking quietly.
Sun Mo was brewing his emotions, and as he drew, he began to feel sad.
There must be many children like Dong He in this world. I really hope they can be reunited with their parents and families instead of being trafficked at a young age and being forced to live as slaves for the rest of their lives.
If it were modern times, they would not have graduated from junior high school, but now, in order not to be beaten and scolded by their master, they live cautiously.
The wolf hair in Sun Mo's hand lit up.
The spiritual energy around him began to gather here.
"This is……"
Gu Xiuxun's face was full of horror. Isn't this a wonderful scene?
No, it won't happen. Sun Mo is so young, and he doesn't have much time to practice painting on weekdays. If he were to paint a famous painting, wouldn't it be too cruel to other old guys who can't get it if they are looking for wonderful brushwork?
Zheng Qingfang was so excited that he pinched the flesh of his palms with his nails, and then he couldn't control himself from crying out in happiness.
On the grass, more than a dozen teenage servants were running around dragging paper kites. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and their faces were full of exhaustion, but no one dared to stop.
In the distance, under the long pavilion, there is a banquet. Several rich people in rich clothes are drinking tea and chatting while looking at the paper kites in the sky...
Sun Mo's skills were so superb. Gu Xiuxun immediately felt the same way when he saw it, and realized the joy of these rich kids on an outing.
There was a girl standing outside the pavilion, yelling at the servants, as if to tell them to run faster. At the same time, she was telling a girl who was singing with a red toothpaste to go away quickly and not to disturb their enjoyment.
In the stream, a few barefoot servants were also busy cleaning a few spring horses.
This was originally a cheerful picture of a spring outing, but as the images of these tired servants and servants appeared on the page, it changed a bit.
boom!
As Sun Mo put his last stroke, those spiritual energy spots whizzed out and adhered to the rice paper, coloring it.
"Wonderful...wonderful pen and flower?"
Dong He exclaimed, and then quickly covered his mouth. If he disturbed the birth of a famous painting, the master would definitely skin him.