Chapter 307: Sun Mo, you turned out to be a famous painter?

In recent years, the most popular thing for dignitaries and literati poosers is to find a few famous prostitutes to accompany them, and then chant poems and make the right, arty.
Only in this way can we show our compelling style.
Although Sun Mo is not a native of Kyushu, he understands this ethos. It's like going to Starbucks for coffee. If I don't take a photo and send it to Moments, wouldn't I spend so much money?
"Uncle Zheng, I take my heart, man, take it home!"
Sun Mo refused, very simply.
"Sun Mo, I didn't mean anything!"
Zheng Qingfang heard that Sun Mo was a little unhappy, and frowned. He was a little unsure. Is it because Sun Mo likes men?
Zheng Qingfang never thought that Sun Mo did not like this behavior of treating people as gifts, because it was too normal.
"I understand."
Sun Mo hurriedly squeezed out a smiling face, he was hypocritical.
You should know that in the Song Dynasty, the famous master Su Shi who wrote the famous "Chibi Fu" of the ages, but had the experience of giving away pregnant concubines.
In those days, this was nothing!
Mr. Zheng sent himself a slave and maid who had been carefully trained for ten years, which was worthy of himself.
"Okay, but if you have any needs in the future, you must tell me!"
After Zheng Qingfang finished speaking, he waved his hand: "Go outside and wait!"
Xia He Rumeng was amnesty, and finally avoided this level. After she gave the salute, she immediately left, fearing that if she took a step, Sun Mo would change her attention.
However, Donghe frowned. After gritting his teeth, he knelt down with a popping sound: "Master, please forgive the slaves and courage. Donghe wants to stay and take care of Teacher Sun."
Xia He, who had just walked out of the living room, stiffened and looked at Donghe. Is this woman crazy? Is there a concubine from the Zheng family who doesn't do it, and comes here to be a servant?
To be honest, as long as you are a direct child, no matter who slept with you, you can be a concubine. Maybe you don't live well, but you definitely don't need to be called like a lowly servant.
"presumptuous!"
Zheng Qingfang scolded, he was just looking at Donghe, but the decades of court struggles had made him a good eye. With just a glance, he guessed Donghe's thoughts.
This woman wants to use Sun Mo as a springboard to regain her freedom!
Sun Mo is very gentle and kind. Because of the Taoist Shiratori, he has earned at least two million taels, but his life now is still simple.
For families with a little bit of money, who wouldn’t give their son a maid, but Sun Mo made money on his own and didn’t buy it!
It is conceivable that when Donghe came to Sun Mo, he could do daily cleaning, and there was no hard work for her. If Sun Mo took the students to the Dark Continent to experience, he would not come back for two or three months, then Donghe would be considered big. on vacation.
If Winter Lotus is sinister enough, you can also use Sun Mo's reputation to force him to give up his contract. After all, as a famous teacher, he has conflicts with his servants, and the one who is ashamed is the famous teacher.
Donghe was taken aback, and quickly knocked his head like garlic.
boom! boom! boom!
Donghe's head hit the floor while begging for mercy.
"Master, I was wrong, I dare not!"
Donghe is scared. For people like Zheng Qingfang, it is useless for a woman to look pretty. If she offends him, she will be punished.
"Don't knock."
Sun Mo frowned deeply. This was the first time he had seen a servant look humble.
Yes, these servants who signed the contract of selling are not as good as civilians. They are just an object. To put it awkwardly, the master killed them. He just found an excuse for stealing and went to the yamen to report it. There was nothing to say.
The words of Sun Mo made Donghe even more panicked and harder.
"Don't knock, haven't you heard?"
Zheng Qingfang was very upset. Your appearance not only shows that I am incapable of being under my control, but also makes Sun Mo feel that I am mean.
It was a good thing, but I didn't expect it to be like this.
Sun Mo has a very important position in Zheng Qingfang's heart, so Master Zheng cares about his image so much. Don't let Sun Mo hate him.
The winter lotus lay on the ground like a frightened quail.
"Master Sun, just keep her!"
Gu Xiuxun, who had been on the sidelines, couldn't help but moved her compassion. When this girl returned, she would probably give it to another man in the future. Instead of that, stay with Sun Mo.
At least Sun Mo is a good person and will not abuse her.
"No, dare not, how can I, how worthy to stay with Teacher Sun?"
Winter Lotus's voice flustered.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, get up, I will take you to bandage!"
Sun Mo ordered.
Donghe did not dare to stand up without Zheng Qingfang's order.
"Master Sun's words are mine, you have to listen!"
Zheng Qingfang scolded.
"The slave maid took it down!"
When Donghe got up, Sun Mo saw her head knocked out and her face was bleeding.
"Uncle Zheng, you are right, I do need someone to clean here, so I am disrespectful!"
Sun Mo felt soft.
This girl, after all, has contributed to her favorability. If she can pull it, just pull it!
Sun Mo's house always had medicine and bandages. He took Donghe to the study to help her bandage.
Seeing Sun Mo's face close at hand, Donghe suddenly felt that the adventure just now was worthwhile.
If you change to another man, who cares about you?
"Does it hurt?"
As soon as Sun Mo said this, Donghe's tears could no longer stop, overflowing his eyes, scratching his cheeks, and falling to the ground.
It's been years, no one cared about themselves so much.
Ding!
Favorability from Winter Lotus +100, friendly (150/1000)
After Sun Mo helped Donghe bandage, he walked out of the study and pointed to the corridor: "The third guest room to the east is the guest room. Go and rest first!"
Settling in Donghe, 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, I'm going to be the life of the young wife of the Zheng family.
This stupid woman, Donghe, is absolutely wrong.
"Hey, I was abrupt about this matter."
Zheng Qingfang sighed.
"Uncle Zheng is serious!"
Sun Mo smiled: "I don't have a good thank you gift, so let me draw a picture for you?"
When Zheng Qingfang heard this, his spirits were shocked. The old dog, who smelled the meat, opened his eyes wide and looked at Sun Mo.
"May I?"
Zheng Qingfang was excited.
"Go to the study!"
Sun Mo led the way first.
As soon as Gu Xiuxun entered, he couldn't help but praised: "Master Sun, your study has a good layout? And the four treasures of the study are all high-end products!"
"I don't know, it was all cleaned and prepared by Ziqi!"
Sun Mo explained.
Hearing this name, Zheng Qingfang's mouth twitched a little. He originally intended 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? The first time we meet, this is a time when it leaves a good impression on the new owner, so even if she doesn't feel well, she must resist.
Sun Mo wrote the pen, and after thinking about it in his mind, he dipped his ink into the pen.
The rain stopped at the beginning of the spring and the colorful clouds shone.
The grass on the outskirts is still covered with dew. In the distance, there is a ten-mile long pavilion with swallows returning from the north, stopping on it to rest.
The stream is rushing, and the willow trees on both sides have been cut out by the spring breeze in March.
More than ten minutes later, a picture of the spring sun was already on paper.
"I didn't see it, Sun Mo's painting skills are actually pretty good!"
Gu Xiuxun was a little surprised, then glanced at Zheng Qingfang, frowning.
What is this old man so excited about? Sun Mo's paintings are good, but not at the level of a famous painter?
"Will it become a famous painting?"
Zheng Qingfang stared at the rice paper, his expression nervous and nervous, emotionally, he hoped to see the birth of a famous painting, but reason told him that it was too difficult.
Such things as famous paintings are all obtained by hand. Even a famous painter who has mastered the third level of the wonderful painting of flowers can not guarantee that the paintings he paints are all famous paintings.
After the rough background was painted, Sun Mo began to paint people. Because of his master-class figure painting skills in Chinese painting, this is his strong point.
After a few strokes, under the willow tree, a young girl carrying a kite appeared. She stood on tiptoes and looked towards the avenue.
She has always been slender hands, no powder and daisy, and her pure breath is on the paper.
Suddenly, on the left side of the screen, there is a half-horse forming. On the horse, there is a turbulent son who holds a fan in his left hand, and believes in the horse by the rein.
Farther away, beside the stream, there were a few children who were catching fish. A little girl accidentally fell in, and the big brother next to him was trying to pull him up.
In the woods and on the green grass, there are two men and women who are not guessing, whispering.
Sun Mo was brewing emotions, drawing and painting, and he became sad.
In this world, there must be many children like Donghe. I really hope that they can be reunited with their parents and family, instead of being trafficked at a young age, and can only be slaves for their entire lives.
If it is modern, they have not graduated from junior high school, but now, in order not to be beaten and scolded by the master, they are living carefully.
The wolf in Sun Mo's hand lit up.
The surrounding spirits began to gather here.
"this is……"
Gu Xiuxun's face was full of horror. This is not the realm of the wonderful pen and the flower?
No, no, Sun Mo is so old, and he doesn't have much time to practice painting on weekdays. If this is a famous painting, is it too cruel to other old guys who are not able to get the realm of flowers?
Zheng Qingfang was excited, and pinched the flesh of his palm with his nails, before he controlled the unhappy call out.
On the grass, a dozen or so-year-old child servants ran around holding the paper kite. Their clothes were soaked with sweat and their faces were exhausted, but no one dared to stop.
In the distance, under the long pavilion, there is a banquet, several rich children in gorgeous clothes ~EbookFREE.me~ drinking tea while chatting with paper kites in the sky. .
Sun Mo’s technique is so clever. Gu Xiuxun looked at it and immediately felt it, and realized the joy of these rich children’s outing.
There was a young girl standing outside the long pavilion, yelling at the child servants, seeming to let them run faster. At the same time, she was still telling a girl who was holding a red tooth board to sing and hurried away, not to disturb their Yaxing.
In the stream, a few barefoot servants were not idle, cleaning a few spring horses.
This was originally a happy spring tour, but as the tired and tired images of these child servant girls appeared on the paper, the taste changed a bit.
boom!
As Sun Mo's last stroke fell, those spiritual energy spots whizzed out, attached to the rice paper, and colored it.
"Miao...Wonderful pen gives birth to flowers?"
Donghe exclaimed, and then hurriedly covered his mouth. If he disturbed the birth of a famous painting, the master would definitely take his own skin.