Chapter 109: You guys are looking for the following [Please ask for monthly tickets]


    The maid came in one after another with painting tools.


    Even Zhai Huan couldn''t help but change his face slightly. He calmly looked down, put down the wine cup in his hand, and wanted to get up and speak. This is not a entertainment-oriented Qushui Liushang Banquet. If he really admires Mr. Qi''s paintings, he can end the banquet and come to the door with a generous gift, instead of being as contemptuous as a actor...


    Are the county magistrates seeking fun by praying for good things?


    However, these thoughts were only circling in my mind and did not speak out, because I received a hint from Qi Shan''s eyes halfway through, indicating that he would not interfere. Zhai Huan hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, drank the wine cup in one go, and made an excuse to go outside the hall for some breath.


    The county magistrate took all this into his eyes.


    He sneered secretly: "Young people are still too impatient."


    Seeing Qi Shan holding the pen in his right hand, his posture was skillful and natural, and his writing was decisive and neat, he asked, "Can you know how to paint with your left hand?"


    Qi Shan replied naturally: "Yes, I was curious for a while when I was young, but I was not as flexible as my right hand."


    The county magistrate recalled in a chatting tone: "When I was young, I also knew a friend who could draw with my left hand, but he was not curious about learning it, but was born like this. For him, the left hand is much better than the right hand. By coincidence, he has the same name, surname and character as you."


    Qi Shan said lightly: "Oh, such a coincidence?"


    The county magistrate felt a little embarrassed: "I saw Mr. Painting before, and I thought it was that friend who came to Xiaocheng to see our mansion."


    Qi Shan handed the pen to his left hand after hearing this, and it was also smooth: "The county magistrate and his friends have a deep relationship?"


    The county magistrate sighed, "Yes, it''s a pity that I haven''t seen each other for many years."


    Qixiang smiles without saying a word, and concentrates on drawing paper.


    Paint with your left hand?


    During the meal, everyone was not interested in this.


    Because people in the world use their right hand, and those who use their left hand become special cases. Even if some people are born more left-handed, the elders in the family will use methods to correct them. Isn’t it a small way to deliberately learn left-hand painting?


    Even if a customer was chatting with a smile.


    "In my humble opinion, learning to paint, three parts of talent and seven parts of hard work, solid painting skills and solid foundation are the top priority. What kind of hand is used to draw is secondary. If you are born to use your left hand well and your elders in your family have not corrected it in time, you have nothing to say. But if you waste your energy for gimmicks, wouldn''t it be put before the horse?"


    In this world, "painting" is often used for entertainment, and ordinary literary scholars will not put a lot of effort into this. If you have this time, wouldn’t it be better to study Yan Ling and meditate and practice? If you are addicted too much, you will be labeled as "playing with things and losing your ambition".


    Because he didn''t know how good the county magistrate had with his friend, he left the "friend" out and only stepped on the nameless prayer for good.


    After saying that, a familiar guest smiled and agreed.


    The county magistrate does not make a statement here.


    Seeing this, the guests knew that Qishan had no weight in the eyes of the county magistrate, and that a thing that was dispensable and could be used for fun was not needed. So the chat content has more discussions about "Zuoli", either "experienced and strange stories" or "scandal chat".


    Qi Shan was still as motionless as a mountain. He was neither humiliated nor ashamed of being ridiculed. He seemed to be full of noisy words around his ears, and he had nothing to do with him. He could not stir up any turmoil.


    The county magistrate secretly looked at him while drinking tea.


    My heart is swaying.


    It’s not that he suspected that Qishan was the “Qishan” he knew. He had suspected that before he saw someone, and he couldn’t sleep or eat because of this. He wanted to send someone to assassinate him, but he was afraid that he would not act rashly. It was not until I saw the real person that I felt relieved.


    The difference between the two is too big, it is impossible to be one person.


    But he suspected that the person in front of him might have been sent by a political enemy to disgust him, and "Pray for good" is not his real name. In this way, the doubts make sense. Therefore, the county magistrate let go and hint to others to mock him, and also means to irritate him to test him.


    Shortly, I prayed to write.


    The county magistrate didn''t look closely, and praised Qi Shan''s painting skills. The other guests also supported him with great face, as if they were not the ones who were sarcastic and scolded him not long ago. Qi Shan was too lazy to deal with the calculating, so he found an excuse to leave with the payment.


    Shortly after going out, I met Zhai Huan who was about to return to the main hall.


    Qi Shan said, "Mr. Zhai Dalang is here to be a guest?"


    Zhai Huan: "Visit famous scholars."


    Famous scholar? ? ?


    His enemy? ? ?


    Qi Shan tilted his head, recalled it for a while, and remembered it.


    His enemy, who climbs fast and can hold his thighs, but has a bad reputation. In order to make up for the shortcomings, famous scholars from all over the Sibao County are often invited to play together, and the four words "to what they like" are used to the extreme. He would not let anyone go when there was a famous scholar passing by his territory, so that the guests could fully feel the host''s hospitality, send money and warmth, be righteous and generous.


    After a while, he has become a famous celebrity (social) far and wide, and has a very presence in the circle of celebrities (social).


    Qi Shan asked with a smile, "How is that person?"


    Zhai Huan: “…”


    Although he didn''t say anything, his expression was as if he had said anything, which made Qi Shan feel much happier.


    He patted Zhai Huan on the shoulder and said mysteriously: "It''s so fun."


    Zhai Huan: "Play?"


    "I heard that the concubines raised by this county magistrate''s backyard are all beautiful and unparalleled in appearance. My friend may be blessed..."


    Zhai Huan: “…”


    His expression became more and more stiff. Qi Shan felt very happy and made a "brush" move on his shoulder, as if Zhai Huan was touched with some stolen goods in this house. He laughed and left.


    Zhai Huanchong Qishan said with his back: "Sir, be careful."


    Since this county magistrate is defeated by the outside, he will probably not let Qi Shan take away the gold ingots easily, and he still cannot relax his vigilance. Praying for good will naturally know this truth.


    But he was not panicked at all. He used the money to buy a lot under the eyes of the people sent by the county government, but did not buy all the rice and grain. Most of them were wood, charcoal, cloth seeds, a few agricultural tools, pens, ink, paper and ink, which made people confused what he wanted to do.


    More than 40 cars were installed.


    Qishan either drinks and has fun on the way to buy. Sometimes he can chat with the drunkards in the wine shop for an hour.


    No useful content.


    The nonsense is heard and yawns.


    Qishan is happy, and occasionally he will take his raccoon slave named "Su Shang" to buy good materials or dried fish.


    After three or four days like this, Qi Shan finally stepped out of Xiaocheng with a burden. As soon as he left, a group of people followed him.


    The eyes of thieves and bad intentions.


    They also accidentally heard that this poor scholar had a huge fortune and was preparing to make a big ticket based on the principle of missing out on this village but not this store.


    Unexpectedly, when I followed the suburbs, the person in my sight suddenly disappeared.


    "People? Where are people?"


    "Why did it suddenly disappear?"


    Just as they were panicking, a laugh came from behind.


    "Are you guys looking for it?"


    When I turned around, I saw a thin and thin scholar in blue clothes holding a long sword in his hand and smiling. From a distance, I looked like a straight green bamboo.


    The thieves: “…”


    Only half a quarter of an hour.


    Qi Shan threw the handkerchief that wiped the blood on the sword body at random.


    Put the sword in the sheath and go slowly towards the deep mountains.


    A vaguely, he could still hear him whispering to others.


    "Su Shang, accompany my father back and ring the bell."


    "What bell are you ringing?"


    "Of course it''s the death knell of that evil man!"


    (This chapter ends)