Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 73 Want to drink two cups with my father (five more)
The newspaper office was noisy, completely different from the solemn and solemn imagined, and everyone who entered and exited was in a hurry.

The three senior officers who were held high on weekdays didn't think there was any problem at all. The piles of paper piled up everywhere not only didn't make them feel messy, but they found it quite interesting.

I heard that this "Chao Bao" not only made the business of several printing workshops in the city prosperous, but also made the business of the paper industry booming. It is not just talk that it needs tens of thousands of sheets of paper every five days.

"Sir, can I be okay?"

Mr. Huang, who is not yet 40 years old, is sitting upright, waiting for the old man to finish his pen before speaking, "If you are not satisfied, do you need me to go back and change clothes and do it again?"

The old man said cheerfully, "Master Huang is elegant and handsome, if there is something wrong, it can only be due to the poor skills of the old man."

Mr. Huang got up and looked at it, and his face suddenly became happy, "The old gentleman is really a superb painter."

Fu Youxian also leaned up, and then looked in admiration, "Master, your technique is really superb. The portrait of Mr. Huang is of Yushu Linfeng."

"Hahaha~~~" Mr. Huang smiled proudly. Halfway through his laughter, he suddenly stopped and asked, "I think the old gentleman must also be a master of Danqing. I don't know where the mansion is?"

Fu Youxian had a bright face, straightened his back, and said with a smile: "This old man is the father of General Wen, because of his unique skills in Danqing, King Annan personally invited him to the mansion to paint for the newspaper. The portrait of the adult is from the hand of the old man."

Unexpectedly, the old man who has always had a very low sense of existence has become more beautiful now, and finally met Bole in his sixtieth year.

The two adults were immediately startled. The portrait expert who was guessing outside was actually the father of General Wen?
No wonder I've never heard of it, who would have thought of it?
The two held hands and bowed, "Old man, be well."

The old man hurriedly turned sideways to avoid, "No, don't be too polite."

The old man was proud and sour in his heart, and he wanted to cry again.

Oops, he's getting tougher and more handsome, and even his granddaughter said that his success is right in front of him, so comfortable.

On the second floor of the newspaper office, Fu Li was giving a simple training to the five people standing in front of him. As soon as the announcement of the newspaper office's recruitment came out, all parties came to entrust the relationship, and there were a lot of people who signed up. In order to reduce trouble, Hua Jingyun quickly The speed is set for five people.

One of them was recommended by the eldest prince, King Anbei, one was recommended by the second prince, and the remaining three were selected by him from the registration list.

These five people thought that they would be working under Hua Jingyun in the future, but it turned out that it was a gift, and there was a huge gap in their hearts. Fortunately, Hua Jingyun gave the gift urgent training and opened a small stove, which made him look like he is now. Easy to do.

After a simple training, these five people went to work without a license the next day, and the pressure on the newspaper office dropped sharply.

As soon as the news came out, those who were moved could only leave a sigh in the wind.
When the new issue of the newspaper came out, looking at the majestic and handsome self in the painting, Fu Youxian and the other three were not satisfied, and finally it was their turn to be the face of the imperial court.

The old man's reputation also spread like wildfire, and the clerk Mian looked at the portrait in the newspaper for a while without saying a word, and suddenly he was in a panic, and said to Wen Lingxiao: "Mianmian is right, you and my father and son are both Too ignorant of your grandfather, as his son, I didn't even know he had such skills."

Wen Lingxiao was embarrassed, her grandmother was strong, her grandfather was cowardly, no one in the house knew that her grandmother didn't want to see her grandfather. For the sake of peace in the house, she was actually afraid of trouble. Everyone chose to ignore her grandfather. I never thought of going to say hello to my grandfather.

"We go to Hanyuan every day to say goodbye to grandma, but never to grandfather. I'm afraid grandfather is not feeling well, right?"

"No wonder my sister said we all excluded grandfather."

I should have been the most respected person in the house, but I have been ignored by everyone. What kind of mood should I feel?

The clerk put down the newspaper, sighed heavily, and suddenly many memories came to his mind, and after a while, he said, "Your grandfather was very kind to me when I was young."

That night, when the old man came back from the newspaper office, the chief steward at the door, Wang Qing, invited him to the pavilion in the garden.

In the hot and dry August, even the night wind has the residual warmth of the day, the faint scent of cinnamon lingers in the courtyard, the bright stars and rivers sparkle above the head, and the disc-sized moon hangs in the middle, and the moonlight sprinkles on the courtyard like a layer of hoarfrost. , brings a touch of calm coolness.

Seeing people coming, the clerk was inexplicably nervous and a little timid, "Father."

The old man looked left and right, not knowing why, "But something?"

Wen Mian smiled lightly, "I just remembered that I haven't had a drink with my father yet. The moonlight is just right tonight, so I want to have two drinks with my father."

The old man was nervous, and his mind quickly turned around. He has been busy recently, and he really did nothing wrong.

Oh, no, he was too busy to lead Mianmian to practice calligraphy.

Seeing the panic on the old man's face, Wen Mian felt even more uncomfortable. He simply stepped forward and helped the old man to the pavilion, and said, "Tonight this wine is the sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed last year. It's not strong, and I don't know if it suits your appetite."

On the stone table in the pavilion, good dishes for drinking have been placed, and the lanterns illuminated the place brightly. The old man was hungry for a long time, and smelled the smell of roast goose in sauce and felt even more hungry.

A roast goose leg fell into his bowl, and the old man rubbed his hands back and forth on the leg twice, and said uncomfortably, "If you have something to say, just talk."

His son, who had never given him the right eye, suddenly wanted to drink with him, and he was very flustered.

Wen Mian smiled a little self-deprecatingly, "My son listened to Mianmian's speech book today, saying that an old father killed his stupid son before he died, dug a grave and buried his son, and then lay on his son's grave and died. Come to mourning."

"It's also very sad to think about it. If you keep that stupid son alive, I'm afraid the ending will be even more tragic."

"When I heard this, I remembered that I had a high fever and wanted to eat oranges when I was young, but my mother refused, so my father put the oranges in his arms to heat them up and brought them to me secretly in the middle of the night. I just thought that hot oranges tasted great."

The old man slowly relaxed and explained, "The oranges were not very hot after being roasted for a long time, and finally they were roasted in a charcoal pot."

Wen Mian smiled and raised a small glass, "Thank you son, father."

The old man also raised his glass, "It's been a long time, why are you still mentioning this, your mother is still standing by your bed day and night."

The father and son drank it all at once, as if they suddenly opened the chat box, "I still remember that when I changed my teeth, I wanted to eat caramel, but my mother didn't give it. It was my father who quietly gave it a piece, and finally the caramel glued the teeth off."

Thinking of that, the old man was also happy, "You said you bought it on your own in order to have caramel in the future. I always wanted to ask, why do you like caramel so much?"

"Because caramel is sweet, it was too hard to practice at that time."

　Thank you for your support, Wenwen is now on the shelves~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)