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Chapter 92 All the wool that cannot be harvested must be harvested

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    "I'm convinced that I can actually see a has-been Internet celebrity like Sister Furong here"

    "You rude Taoist priest, how dare you comment so much on Miss Jade Furong?!"

    "Who gave Yu Furong the confidence to call herself a beauty?"

    "Nonsense, Miss Jade Furong is so beautiful, how can you comment on it?"

    ""

    Is there something wrong with the aesthetics of Chenzhou people?

    As soon as he saw Jingyang¡¯s calligraphy and painting, including the fat woman posing in front of her, Xie Yunshu¡¯s old memories flooded into his mind, and he felt bad luck in his heart.

    ??????????????????????????????????????? This painting is so ugly, how on earth could the people who pass by and compare with him tell that this is a painting of a beautiful woman, a jade hibiscus?

    If it can be identified, it means that the jade lotus does not look very good

    Jing Yang, a young man who sells calligraphy and paintings, is Jing Tian¡¯s ancestor from unknown generations ago. He lived on the west bank of Long Lake outside Chenzhou City. His father Jing Huan once served as the Minister of Rites of the dynasty.  However, because he offended a corrupt official in the court, Jing Huan was falsely accused and lost his official position. When he returned to his hometown, he became even more ill.  Since then, Jingyang's family has been in decline, and he has no money to buy medicine for his father.

    Forced to make a living, Jingyang, who relied on his outstanding literary talent, could only "put down his posture" and set up a stall to sell his paintings.  Even though his splendid clothes were covered with many patches, he still couldn't correct his perception of himself and sold his random graffiti and articles as if they were everyone's works.

    In this case, how can it be sold?

    "Where Lotus is dancing in circles, swaying left and right like a duck. She is so slim and graceful as she waves her sleeves and twists her waist. It makes me happy. Hahaha, it makes me laugh. Is this also called poetry?"

    "However, I heard that the daughter of Jia Shangshu wrote 'Qingqing shouted, my sister is shitting on the bed, and when we ran away, Lang Lang was already calmly holding a piece of shit' was highly praised by literary poets. Mr. Jing's  It may not be poetry.¡±

    "How dare you, how dare you laugh at the calligraphy of this young master, the greatest talent in Chenzhou?!"

    "Mo Bao, that's it?"

    Except for his filial piety, Jingyang really has nothing to offer him.  But since Zeng Mengjing Xiaolou took care of him, Xie Yunshu had no choice but to help him, or wait until Han Lingsha showed her kindness and rewarded him with a few hundred taels of silver.

    Seeing such fun, the four of them simply didn¡¯t rush to the city.  But Liu Mengli was curious to find that Xie Yunshu was particularly interested in Jingyang, and took the initiative to walk to his stall and said: "Master Jing, you are really not good at this, I will tell you what calligraphy is."

    ¡°It¡¯s up to you?!¡±

    "Well, if you lose, you should find another way out."

    The several elders in Shushan each have their own specialties.  Although Xie Yunshu is not very proficient, he often hangs out with Yushu in Tianquan Library, so he still knows some basic painting techniques.  With the blessing of spiritual power, in an instant, in front of everyone, he placed a picture of birds facing the phoenix next to Jingyang's "Chicken Pecking Rice" and compared it, and the whole thing became a "magic work".

    ¡°Although, Xie Yunshu¡¯s paintings are definitely not considered popular.  But compared to Jingyang's graffiti, it was basically one day and one place, which immediately aroused applause from the audience.

    Jingyang was furious, but had no choice but to take Xie Yunshu's advice, so he could only disbelieve the evil and said: "Humph, you can pass the test in painting. But I am the most talented man in Chenzhou, how can I not compare my poetry talents?"

    "Ahcomparing poems?"

    If Jingyang wants to mention this, Xie Yunshu will not be sleepy.  This is just the Tang Dynasty, and Xie Yunshu can be hanged and hammered just by copying some poems from the Song Dynasty and later.

    "However, if Xie Yunshu really wants to compete with a loser like Jingyang in terms of poetry, he is simply a copycat.  But there was no other way to make Jingyang wake up, so he laughed and said: "Do you know how many ways to write fennel for fennel beans?"

    "You, youme, me!" Jingyang's face turned red with anger, "I don't know!"

    "You don't have anything to say, but you still come out to write and write. If your father knows that you do this, he will be angry sooner or later."

    "Ah, do you know my dad?"

    Since this period of time, the old "colleagues" who used to be close to Shangshu Jinghuan have all alienated themselves from the Jing family to avoid being swept away by the typhoon.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­

    Xie Yunshu thought for a while, and instead of teasing Jingyang, he first took out a bottle of Ziqing Yurong ointment, then took some medicinal herbs, handed them to Jingyang and said, "Your father's illness will definitely be cured with this bottle of medicine."  .As for this thyme, it is used to calm the mind  Your father is not young anymore, so he just needs to smoke it in the house.  "

    "¡­¡­real?!"

    Jingyang really can¡¯t believe that there is such a beautiful thing like pie in the sky. Is it possible that his beauty can attract even men?

    Xie Yunshu didn't care about so much and said straightforwardly: "I have some connection with your family. However, I will not lend you money. Otherwise, for a prodigal like you, no matter how much you give, it will be in vain. It is better to let your father recover and take care of things again."  Family matters.¡±

    Jingyang's gratitude just now turned into dissatisfaction: "Who said that? It's obvious that I can take charge of myself, young master."

    "What kind of pervert would you like Jade Furong if you are alone?"

    ""

    Being hit to the end by Xie Yunshu's critical blow, Jingyang completely lost his temper and could only say unwillingly: "No matter what, you have to leave me a note. A Taoist priest said that in a few generations from now, someone in my family will definitely become a member of Shuzhong."  Extremely rich.¡±

    "I believe this."

    If it weren¡¯t for Jing Xiaolou, Xie Yunshu¡¯s plan wouldn¡¯t have gone so smoothly, but it probably only has a little genetic relationship with Jingyang.  But this medicine was originally meant to repay Jing Xiaolou, and Xie Yunshu didn't expect to get anything from Jingyang Ah, no!

    "Okay, I'll lend you some more gold and silver, and you can use a piece of jade from me to create a note?"

    "what do you want?"

    Xie Yunshu said as he broke the jade pendant into two pieces, each as a witness: "Four hundred and fifty years later, the descendants of the Jing family must record their martial arts in a book and leave it to their creditors."

    "What nonsense? But if you want it, I will make a written statement!"

    Jingyang had a big face and just thought the other party was joking.  But in order to take good care of his father Jing Huan, Jing Yang didn't care about anything else. He took the money bag thrown by Xie Yunshu and immediately signed a document. The two of them pressed their fingerprints and stamped their seals at the same time, which was a complete conclusion.

    However, Xie Yunshu just tried his luck.  After all, Jingtian is an upright and trustworthy person, so he might actually follow the family's ancestral instructions.

    In this way, the essence of Jingtian¡¯s lifelong swordsmanship will be recorded, and won¡¯t Xie Yunshu be able to get a copy of his autographed manuscript?

    ¡°At the very least, it¡¯s a martial arts experience that is theoretically equivalent to Chonglou and revised by Jingtian himself. Isn¡¯t it just a piece of hard work?¡±

    "I never expected that Yun Shu, you are so caring and would help a dandy and a filial son?"

    "I didn't lie to him, I really know his family."

    No matter how Xie Yunshu tried to quibble, in Han Lingsha's view, his behavior of giving away money was undoubtedly a mistake. He gave away medicine and money for nothing, but in the end he only got back a bad check hundreds of years later: "  Forget it, it¡¯s better to be a good guy than a bad guy. Now that we¡¯re in Chenzhou, Tianhe and I are going to take a look around. What about you?¡±

    "I don't care. Ah, no"

    Li Jiangliu must die!

    Xie Yunshu glanced at Liu Mengli, and then said naturally.

    ¡°I also accompany the eldest lady around, it¡¯s not convenient for her to be alone.¡±

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