You rascal, stop right there!

A good night's sleep.

Bai Wan woke up from his hard bed in the inn, and suddenly felt a pain in his waist and back. It seemed that Lan Yuan had slept too well before.

So he stood up hesitantly and looked around.

The room was not big and was very simple, but fifty coins were just right. In addition to the necessary tables, chairs and beds, there was a painting of bamboo hanging on the wall.

The painting is free and unrestrained in brushwork and has a gentlemanly temperament.

Bai Wan looked at the painting and felt that it could only be created by a gentle, elegant and talented painter.

He was just thinking that after he had his meal, he would ask where the Qi Tu painter that Brother Chen mentioned came from.

At this moment, outside the door, one could hear the guests passing by next door shouting something.

"The Song family has punished another painter with a stick! What a sin!"

The people around him also echoed: "That's not true. Even if he gave five taels of gold, it would not matter. Not only would his reputation be ruined, but his butt would also be bruised, which is not true wealth and glory!"

"That's true. There's probably no painter in Zhengzhou City who dares to go to the Song Mansion!"

"I heard that Young Master Song is already recruiting painters nearby!"

……

Listen to these fragmented remarks.

Bai Wan finally understood why there were so many painters in Zhengzhou City who could stay for free. It sounded like Mr. Song was not a good person.

However, his eyebrows were curved, and the word "gold" kept replaying in his mind.

Chen Yu, who was standing next to him, was almost drooling at the sight of this man, and immediately asked cautiously:

"Boss, you don't want to earn these five taels of gold, do you?"

Bai Wan curled her lips: "Is it... so obvious?"

"I don't know you! You like money more than young ladies!" Chen Yu shrugged.

In the two years I've known this guy, eight out of ten of his sentences are about money, one is nonsense, and half a sentence of him calling me brother or father is considered a lot.

Oh, there is an extra half sentence recently, which is about that Brother Zichen.

On the other side, Bai Wan stroked his chin and whispered in his ear, "Go to the pork shop and buy a piece of pork chops!"

"Ah? Why?" Chen Yu frowned awkwardly.

Hearing this, Bai Wan smiled helplessly: "Boss, I definitely won't pass. But if I get beaten, I can get five taels of gold, so won't I have to get my butt beaten?"

He had a clear idea, pretending to be a painter to go to the Song Mansion to slack off, and then being driven out. He would just be beaten with a few sticks, and then take the money and leave.

As for the painter's reputation? What reputation can a ruffian like him have to ruin?

This plan is smooth and perfect.

Chen Yu looked at him suspiciously: "Boss, this pig butt meat is very different from human butt meat, right? Can you get away with it?"

Bai Wan chuckled and said, "Boss, I've tried it myself. It's so well tied that it can't be noticed!"

This is his experience from years of imprisonment. Not to mention fake butt meat! Even fake blood and fake bones can be made!

"Go quickly! By the way! Please help me rent a set of clothes for a poor scholar!" Bai Wan reminded again.

Watching Chen Yu walk out the door in a flash, he was secretly thinking:

"These painters must be bad at painting. If Brother Zichen were to paint, he would definitely not be punished!"

Thinking of this, he looked at the ink bamboo painting again.

However, I found that although the painting was beautiful, it always felt restrained, as if it was carved on it by a mold, and it did not have the free and unrestrained brushwork of Brother Zichen at all.

It seems that not everyone can compare with Brother Zichen.

About half an hour passed.

Chen Yu finally came in carrying a large piece of pork butt and rented clothes. He was panting and sweating. As soon as he entered the door, he immediately put down his things and drank some water.

Bai Wan looked at the bright red and plump black piece of meat. Although it had a strange smell, a golden light and shadow of something appeared in Taohua's eyes.

At this moment, this piece of meat is not an ordinary piece of pork butt meat! It is a piece of butt meat worth five taels of gold!

Afterwards, he straightened his hands, opened the rented clothes, and solemnly took off his tattered clothes and put them on.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man. In a short while, the ruffian has become a completely different person.

He was wearing a white scholar's gown, with a blue-green headband to hold his hair together. His eyebrows and eyes were bright, and he looked elegant and handsome. A little sunlight reflected in his eyes, which seemed to be flowing and made people unable to look away.

Then, he picked up the painting box and brush in his hand. His appearance and dress were completely different from before.

"Boss...Boss!" Chen Yu, who had just finished his rest, put down the teacup in his hand in shock.

This is no longer the swindler and fraudster from before, but a well-read and elegant gentleman.

"Snapped!"

Bai Wan hit the man on the forehead with a walnut again.

"What boss? You should call me Bai Huashi—"

He also deliberately dragged out his tone to make his usually rude voice sound gentler.

As for how gentle the voice should be, it is enough to learn from Ling Zichen.

Chen Yu looked at this elegant painter in white and got goose bumps on his back. When he was not doing anything, he really looked like a scholar, but when he was doing something, he was still that gangster.

Although he was extremely uncertain about the boss's unconventional way of making money, he still followed Bai Wan, oh! No! Bai Huashi, out the door.

As soon as they left the house, Tao Qingmei looked at them from side to side:

"Oh, I knew you were a painter! You look so handsome, why do you dress up as a beggar?"

"We are not beggars!" Chen Yu came forward and explained with a smile.

Bai Wan rolled her eyes at the man and immediately smiled: "Madam, I heard that the Song Mansion is looking for a painter?"

Hearing this, Tao Qingmei bent her waist and shook the fan in her hand: "Every painter who comes to Zhengzhou City is going to the Song Mansion."

"Oh? Is this the Song Mansion?" Bai Wan suddenly became curious.

The man opposite looked him up and down, but shook his head: "The master of the Song Mansion, Song Zhuqing, was originally a general. He made great contributions in the battle between Daying and Xuanli Kingdom 20 years ago, but he was seriously injured and had to resign and return to his hometown. In half a month, it will be his 60th birthday, so he asked someone to paint a portrait for him as a birthday gift."

Bai Wan asked casually, "So until now, no painter has been able to draw a portrait that satisfies him?"

Tao Qingmei swayed her body: "Master Song is not short of money, so he asked the painter to come to the city to stay for free. He only hopes that he can leave his portrait before he dies. It's a pity..."

"What a pity that those people's paintings did not satisfy Mr. Song and they were beaten with sticks?" Bai Wan finally understood.

"It wasn't Master Song who beat them, it was his son Song Yuanshan! Every time he painted something, his father was not satisfied, so he beat all the painters!"

Tao Qingmei then sat down and took a look at the man in front of her, especially his buttocks.

Bai Wan felt a little scared by being looked at and took a step back.

"With your small body, if you get beaten with a few sticks, you'll probably be unable to get out of bed for half a month!" she reminded him.

"How could that be..." Chen Yu hurriedly wanted to say something, but was stopped by the look of the person next to him.

Bai Wan imitated Brother Zichen's elegant manner and saluted: "Then please don't bother me, Madam Boss! I just want to give it a try!"

Then, he grabbed the sleeve of the person next to him and dragged Chen Yu out of the inn.

Tao Qingmei watched the two people leave, it seems that they are going to the Song Mansion. She immediately waved the fan in her hand, with a hint of joking:

"Someone is overestimating his own abilities again!"