Nongmen eldest sister: full-level bosses go to escape and farm

Chapter 50 Where did the mental retardation come from?
"laugh!"

After Mu Zhixu finished speaking, a sneer came from behind him.

She and Gu Lin turned their heads.

It was the three people who came in together with them. The one who laughed was the young man with a paper fan in his hand. The disdain and sarcasm in his eyes were undisguised.

Mu Zhixu was silent for a moment.

Disdain?ridicule?It's really... so busy!

"What do you look at? Even a yellow-haired girl dares to talk nonsense. What do you know is painting? What is writing? Chih, sensationalism, people, the most important thing is self-knowledge, ignorance is not good." Seeing Mu Zhixu's eyes, the young man crackled opening.

Mu Zhixu...

Is this person setting off firecrackers?
She rolled her eyes, and when she was about to speak, the young man beside her said in a cold voice, "The restaurant hangs out the calligraphy and paintings for people to taste, and the people in the restaurant have no objection. You are talking nonsense here? It's ridiculous!"

The young man with a weak crown looked ugly and was about to refute, but Gu Lin didn't give him a chance and continued to speak.

"I think you are also a scholar, and a scholar should understand calligraphy and painting. Since you said that A Xu doesn't understand, then I'm sorry, I and A Xu want to ask your brother for a lesson, and learn about calligraphy and painting!" Gu Lin's eyes were cold.

There was also a strong sarcasm in his eyes.

All of a sudden, the anger in the young man's heart was aroused.

He snorted, and looked at the two of them contemptuously, "Just you?"

Reading has always been a thing for the rich, and it is almost impossible for a farmer to get ahead, and expensive repairs, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are not something they can afford.

The two people in front of them were dark-skinned, and they looked like people who worked a lot, with plain clothes on their bodies.

There is no sign of having read the book at all.

"It's just us." Mu Zhixu felt a little funny.

When Gu Lin proposed, she understood what the other party meant.

Next to the calligraphy and painting of the Lucky Restaurant, there is another flying and phoenix-flavored character, which says that if someone draws a painting that is comparable to or even surpasses the picture of the four seasons, the restaurant will not only be free of meal fees, but also 500 taels of silver rewards.

"Hey, since you're all humiliating yourself, it doesn't seem too good if I don't help you." The young man was always aloof.

He never thought in his heart that he would lose.

When the two parties were arguing, it had already attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant, including the shopkeeper of the Lucky Restaurant.

The shopkeeper has seen all kinds of people, and he has sharp eyes. He looked at Mu Zhixu and Gu Lin.

The two of them have extraordinary temperaments, and they should have rough chests.

Furthermore, since they dared to raise it, they must have a certain degree of certainty.

Interesting.

The shopkeeper came out from behind the counter and stepped forward with a smile.

"Everyone, since it's a competition, please come here!" Lucky Lai restaurant always has pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

The literati who come to eat, as long as they have ideas, can splash ink here.

However... There are also regulations, each person must pay a deposit of two taels of silver.

Of course, if your painting is really outstanding, the two taels of silver will of course be refunded.

Although it is only two taels of silver, it also discourages many people who want to give it a try.

"I'm afraid you don't even have two taels of silver? Oh no, you two are worth four taels!" the young man said again.

Mu Zhixu, "...you have to go up with you."

"Hey, is this your begging attitude?" The young man raised his head high, and Mu Zhixu was afraid that his head would break.

Also, she begged for help?

Mu Zhixu and Gu Lin looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

"But seeing how poor you are, I'll pay you the four taels of silver, so you don't have to make excuses." The young man waved his hand.

Mu Zhixu and Gu Lin: "..." That's really embarrassing.

Shopkeeper: "..." Mentally retarded!
The crowd eating melons in the restaurant: "..."

The shopkeeper shook his head, asked someone to grind the ink, and spread out the rice paper.

There are two desks in front of them, and they can draw separately.

The young man looked at Mu Zhixu and Gu Lin, "Which one of you will come first?"

Gu Lin didn't look at him, and whispered to Mu Zhixu, "I'll go first, if I can't do it, you can go later."

His words were calm, but revealed a strong self-confidence.

Mu Zhi Xu Wan'er wanted to ask him how he knew that he knew calligraphy and painting, since he was obviously a farm girl.

But meeting Gu Lin's eyes, she arched her eyebrows, "Okay, come on."

500 taels of silver, she's decided.

A smile appeared on the corner of Gu Lin's mouth, and he strode over without looking at the young man. He picked up the pen and flicked it, and the writing was like flowing water, silky and smooth.

youth……

"I don't know if that little brother can win, but I have met this young master here, Zhao Xiucai from Lin County!" People in the restaurant whispered.

"Zhao Xiucai has always been proud of his talents and disdained to compete with others. He dislikes women talking about these things. He thinks it is an insult to the sages. This girl has hit him in the gun."

"Yeah, it's strange to say that this Zhao Xiucai is not even afraid of the eldest lady of the host's family who is lucky, and it was like this last time."

"Miss Qian said he was iron-headed and pedantic!"

"Hahaha, that's right, but, if the girl and boy can't win today, maybe Zhao Xiucai won't let them go easily." Someone showed sympathy.

"It seems that Xiongtai has also seen the girl who was scolded and cried by Zhao Xiucai every word."

"Why don't you remember? I was right there."

Mu Zhixu has excellent hearing, listening to the people in the restaurant talking, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.

This Zhao Xiucai...

What a wonderful flower.

While talking, the two people above splashed ink, and the painting was coming to an end. After about a stick of incense, the two stopped writing back and forth.

Gu Lin stopped writing, looked up at Mu Zhixu, "Ah Xu, you write the inscription!"

He also heard the people talking in the restaurant.

I won't lose, if so, then Ash has no room to play.

Mu Zhixu understood the smile in his eyes immediately.

She walked up with a smile.

The people in the restaurant whispered again, most of them were not optimistic about Mu Zhixu.

Zhao Xiucai showed even more contempt and disdain.

It is not easy for a wild girl to write some good characters and know a few characters.

Mu Zhixu took the brush in Gu Lin's hand without squinting, and blinked secretly at him where others could not see.

Gu Lin withdrew his hand slightly.

Mu Zhixu had already withdrawn his eyes, and his eyes fell on the white rice paper in front of him.

What Gu Lin painted was a chaotic portrait of the refugees, and with a few strokes, they outlined the tragic conditions of the refugees.

The ground is full of hunger, and the mourning is everywhere.

A bleak scene rushed over, and even Mu Zhixu was shocked for a moment.

She sighed in her heart, and the scene of fleeing famine along the way was vivid in her mind.

She pondered for a moment, and wrote without hesitation.

The dry wind blows the sand, the sky and the earth are dark, and the road is taken away from the village.

There is no complete clothing, no food, sickness, sorrow, and suffering.

The staff and arms in Wuqi's hands are like walking halfway.

How can you bear to look at the abandoned children, and carry the swaddle on your shoulders and cry.

The parents pity the mother and are reluctant to stay, so they sell their eyebrows with a bid.

Let's see what all the burdens are, and the meerkat wheat bran is not enough.

There is nothing to be done by the side of the road, and the grass roots and trees are full of dirt.

　Poems are borrowed from the sages.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)