a little painter

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However, she found out that she was embarrassed too early, and now is the real embarrassment. The Zhous and his sons shot every arrow, and they will gain something in a short while. When she finally found a cockroach, the arrow hadn't hit On the string, even the hairs are gone, and then the arrow has not been aimed, and the target is gone.Finally, tremblingly, he shot out an arrow, and the place where the arrow landed was thousands of miles away from the target.

She figured it out, she didn't come here to hunt, she just came here to say what it means to be a scholar who is useless, maybe she is not as good as a scholar here, and she really took it for granted.

The sky was getting dark, and Chu Hui, who had found nothing, was about to cry. May I ask if I can make a trap, but I don’t seem to know how to make a trap. Lines of bullet screens appeared in my mind: Ask for advice on how to hunt in ancient times, and wait online! !

But in this era, she is doomed not to get the answer, and nothing can be accomplished in a day. Zhou's father and son have been good at arrows for several years, and they depend on it for a living.But apart from the paintbrush that she has held for several years, she seems to be really useless. What should I do if she is suddenly desperate?

Chu Hui ended her hunting trip in such a heavy blow. When she parted, after several evasions, she wobbled back with a cockroach gifted by Uncle Zhou in her hand. She was so ashamed Seeing people, she swore this was her last hunt and never wanted to try again.

The setting sun gradually left only afterimages behind her, and Chu Hui felt the power of the cold wind again in her empty stomach, and she always felt as if she was being blown away by the wind in a trance.

Zhoujia Village is located on the outskirts of Jiuqu County. Most of the farmers rest at sunset, and the smoke from the kitchen is not far away. People who occasionally pass by and return home look at her curiously. Chu Hui hurried on the road by himself, and finally returned to the At the gate of the small courtyard, she wiped her face with her sleeve, took a deep breath, then raised her smiling face, and shouted as she entered the door: "Ziqing, I'm back, look at me...Huh? Are you... ..."

Chapter 6

Several people in the courtyard turned their heads when they heard the voice, Liu Zi glanced lightly at the person who pushed the door in, walked forward a few steps, and introduced to Chu Hui: "Brother Chu, this is Mr. Luo, this is Mr. Young master Li, the two young masters are here for your painting."

"I'm Luo Zhen, don't bother me rashly. I hope Brother Chu is not to blame." Luo Zhen turned his head and greeted him humbly. With a light bow and a cockroach in his hand, is he going hunting? It really is both civil and military.

On the contrary, when Li Feng saw Chu Hui, his greeting was a bit perfunctory: "Li Feng has met Mr. Chu."

Ever since he entered the small courtyard, he has been amazed by Liu Ziqing's appearance. However, Luo Zhen, a nerd who only inquired about the little painter, couldn't talk to him by the side, so he could only look around, and finally found the four words that were very appropriate. Describe this small courtyard: the house is barren.

Chu Hui walked into the courtyard, and after seeing Mr. Li's gaze on Liu Ziqing, she naturally took two steps forward and stood in front of Liu Ziqing, blocking the sight that kept looking over her: "If you don't If you don’t like it, please go and sit in the house first, and Chu will come as soon as you go.” After that, she went to the kitchen to put the things down, and then told Mother Liu to keep the chicken and cook it by herself later, then she simply washed her face and returned to the living room.

Liu Zi lightly picked up the teapot and followed Chu Hui quietly. When the disgusting gaze fell on him just now, it was so disgusting. Fortunately, that person came back in time and took his place as it should. Cover it up, just like the first encounter in the ruined temple, silently guarding.

When everyone was seated, Chu Hui looked at the two people opposite, and asked indifferently, "I don't know if you want a portrait or a painting?"

In fact, she couldn't help feeling uneasy. If it was a portrait, she could only earn a few tens of pennies at most. If she came here for those paintings, she seemed to see the white money beckoning to herself.

"To be honest, I'm here to ask for a poem." Luo Zhen glanced at the rough porcelain teacup, and swallowed ignorantly, feeling a little thirsty. Let's start, let's drink.

"Mr. Luo, are you joking? I'm just a small painter. I can do a few strokes, but I can just write poems." Chu Hui answered with a little disappointment after taking a few sips of tea.

"Brother Chu, do you know a Peach Blossom Test..." Luo Zhen put down his teacup, and before he could finish a sentence, the person in front of him stood up.

"Brother Luo, wait a moment." Chu Hui understood when he talked about the Peach Blossom Poetry. The living room unfolded carefully.

"I hope that I will die of old age and spend wine, and I don't want to bow before the chariots and horses. Good poems and good poems. I take the liberty to ask, can Brother Chu tell who this Chu Chu is?" Luo Zhen saw the inscription on each painting: Chu Chu.I knew that should be the name of the poet.

"Sorry Mr. Luo, this Chu Chu is my master, and I haven't seen her for many years." Chu Hui lied without blushing. She didn't reveal that she was Chu Chu herself. Poetry, the right is to be tested, and secondly, she knows nothing about ancient painting methods, so she can only imitate and draw this somewhat nondescript ink painting, and it is easy to evade if she is laughed at.

Luo Zhen was a little disappointed when he heard the words, and he still stared at Chu Hui unwillingly: "Brother Chu, there are other poems by senior Chu Chu, can I have the honor to look at one or two of them?"

Chu Hui, who was called a senior, couldn't help but find it funny in her heart. She paused for a while and said, "Young Master Luo, you don't need to be too polite. Master is of the same generation as you and me, and the same age as me. You can't be a senior. To be honest, this There are several poems, but they are all on the paintings of the master."

Liu Ziqing bit her lower lip slightly, she was afraid that if she couldn't bear it for a while, she would laugh out loud, this man is really, what kind of master, isn't he himself.

Luo Zhen was amused in his heart. The little artist said it cleverly, but to put it bluntly, he wanted to buy his paintings: "I would like to buy these five paintings. If the rest of the paintings can be compared with these five, Luo Mou Willing to buy together”

Chu Hui's mood after a day of depression finally improved, she pretended to be calm and said: "Brother Luo, don't worry, although these paintings are all in the house, but today I can only sell you these five paintings, the master is good at landscapes, especially loves peach blossoms, and I am here to help you." There are only a few peach blossom poems, but in order to follow the master's intention, I can only display one under the bridge every other day, and I hope Brother Luo will not be offended."

Luo Zhen showed regret: "Forget it, Luo can only wait for brother Chu's good news, I don't know how much this painting is worth."

"Five taels of silver" Chu Hui said the price he had thought of, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Li Feng, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help it.

"What a little painter who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. What kind of painting do you think you want to sell for five taels of silver a piece? Don't think that Brother Luo likes this poem you painted, so you will open your mouth like a lion."

"Brother Li, speak carefully." Luo Zhen scolded lightly and turned his head.

"Brother Chu laughed. This is 25 taels of silver. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first."