Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 102

There are several stones painted on it.

The blueprint that Pei Xiaoxiao gave her back then was a rendering of a wheelchair, which looked lifelike and three-dimensional.

She was surprised by this painting technique, so she studied it.

Du Rouhui is not stupid, she copied the painting a few times to understand the mystery of it carefully, and painted a few stones to practice, it really has a taste.

The picture she brought over was drawn by herself.

In fact, it would be better to take the wheelchair renderings.

But... She didn't want Brother Song Yu to know that the matter was related to her, and she wanted to hide even the slightest clue.

Shopkeeper Zhu's eyes fell on the table, his pupils shrank: "What kind of painting is this, and why is it so real?"

Just black and white painting.

Things that can be displayed look three-dimensional and realistic.

He is also arty and has bought many paintings, so he has a certain understanding.

But never seen such a painting technique.

Du Rouhui smiled slightly: "She will use this kind of brushwork to draw tables and seats at large banquets. If the paintings on it are Jiujiang Tower's braised pork and dishes..."

Shopkeeper Zhu clenched his back teeth.

The brushwork method that turned out to be born out of nowhere.

The Dragon Boat Festival is full of crowds.

How many people will focus on this place can be imagined with their toes.

Du Rouhui added: "It is said that the one prepared by Jiujiang Tower is as big as a wall."

Shopkeeper Zhu looked solemn.

The information provided by the strange woman in front of me...

It is very likely that Jiujiang Tower will use large and strange paintings during the Dragon Boat Festival to attract everyone's attention and achieve the greatest publicity effect.

Combined with the recent rumors that some people have been spreading their guest like cloud to follow suit, Jiujiang Tower is authentic and number one.

Once the plan of Jiujiang Tower is successful, it may really threaten Ke Siyunlai's business.

At least, everyone will only remember Jiujiang Tower when it comes to buckling meat.

Jiujiang Tower has a little more brains this time, and I don't know what kind of expert is looking for advice behind it.

Du Rouhui didn't say anything about the doubts in his heart.

She knew Pei Xiaoxiao, the shopkeeper Zhu and Pei Xiaoxiao's festival, Pei Xiaoxiao's relationship with Jiujiang Tower, she didn't say a word.

She has to hide her identity well.

Otherwise, if Brother Song Yu finds out, she won't be able to eat and will walk around.

Hey, this man she dreams of is so powerful, but he doesn't love her.

She cleared up her mood and continued: "The men in the courtyard will leave for an hour or two every afternoon, leaving a woman guarding the courtyard. If your house makes a move, you can choose this time..."

Shopkeeper Zhu's sizing eyes fell on the woman in black: "You know their itinerary very well, it can't be..."

"The above are all my guesses, it's up to you to believe it or not." Du Rouhui interrupted him and got up, "That's all I've said, and I'm leaving."

Shopkeeper Zhu looked at her back and said with a smile, "I invite you to this table, thank you, miss."

Du Rouhui didn't look back, didn't reply, went downstairs and left.

Shopkeeper Zhu did not leave, and recruited a waiter: "Is there still no one to book a table for the Dragon Boat Festival?"

Xiao Er shook his head: "No."

At the end of April in previous years, there will be people or boats who hold events to book seats one after another.

This year there were none.

So anomalous.

Could it be that Jiujiang Tower is also working on this one?
But what they Ke Ruyunlai offered was already the lowest price, could Jiujiang Tower offer a lower price?
Losing money and making money?

He summoned his confidant and asked him to inquire about the familiar owner of the painting boat who used to book the table.

An hour later...

"Shopkeeper, I found out that the seats for this year's competition are all covered by Jiujiang Tower, free of charge!"

Shopkeeper Zhu stared wide-eyed: "Free?"

He sneered again: "It's crazy to spend such a large amount of money."

At least a few hundred taels!
Is this the profit of going to Jiujiang Tower for a month or two?

No, we need to formulate a countermeasure for the promotional paintings and banquets!

As the woman said just now, it is a good way to destroy the paintings.

But the specific details have to be discussed with the owner.

Today is the first day of May, and it's only a few days away.

Not daring to delay, he asked someone to prepare a carriage, and went straight to the residence of his master—the Qin Mansion.

Near noon, the sun hangs high, and the heat climbs up the branches.

Song Yu set up lunch in the kitchen and called Pei Xiaoxiao over for the third time.

"Yeah, I know, just finish painting this color.

A perfunctory voice came from the study. "

He was speechless.

After painting this color, there will be another color, endless.

Song Yu went to arrest the man himself.

A painting is really tall, about ten feet.

Pei Xiaoxiao wanted to paint, so she often stepped on the chair.

This time she is coloring the logo in the upper right corner.

She is petite, stepping on a chair, standing on tiptoe.

Shaky.

Song Yu's eyelids twitched, and he strode forward to support her: "Be careful."

"Yeah, let me mend it here again. You don't need to help it. Go and roll up the Mid-Autumn Festival painting, so as not to be stained by the white cat's paw prints again. I don't have time to fix it."

She didn't stand on tiptoe anymore, Song Yu let her go, turned to another shelf, rolled up the painting, put it in the wooden barrel containing the scroll, and put it in the corner with the other three works.

When he finished, Pei Xiaoxiao had already put down the brush.

But she didn't get down, but waited on the chair, staring at him with bright eyes, and stretched her arms towards him.

I want him to hug.

Song Yu was funny and happy.

This girl, I don't know if she has suppressed his friendship for too long before, but in the past two days after opening her heart, her whole person has changed drastically.

Not only clingy, but also love to act like a baby.

Compared with Song Wen, it is even worse.

but……

Song Yu enjoyed it.

He stepped forward with a smile, looked up, spread his arms and waited for her to jump down.

The imagined scene did not happen.

Pei Xiaoxiao hissed, turned her hands in one direction to cover her lower abdomen, and arched her body like a shrimp.

Song Yu's complexion changed slightly, and he stepped forward to support her: "What's wrong with you? You look so ugly."

"It seems that sunflower water is coming... It hurts a bit."

With a pale face, she dealt with it for a while before slowly moving to the kitchen.

Song Yu put the food on her seat, and asked doubtfully, "Did you have pain before? Why don't I have any memory?"

"It hurts this time... and it's not accurate, it's more than a month late..."

He looked worried: "Shall we go to the hospital?"

"Maybe it was the last time I got sick and lost my health..." Pei Xiaoxiao frowned, "As for seeing a doctor, let's talk about it."

Before Lin Beizhi left last time, she left a prescription for recuperating her body. She drank traditional Chinese medicine for a long time.

The fear of being dominated by traditional Chinese medicine lingers in her heart all day long, and she has to slow down.

And to be honest, she feels that drinking medicine seems to be useless, and she is not willing to continue.

Maybe it's not as good as the effect of exercising every day.

Fortunately, Lin Beizhi said that the prescription had to be adjusted once a month, and they couldn't find a suitable doctor to adjust it for the time being, so the matter of taking the medicine was left alone.

Otherwise, Song Yu must still be holding her to drink Chinese medicine.

The heat is gradually rising, and the wind passing through the room is slightly warm.

Song Yu wiped her sweat from time to time, and brought her food from time to time. It took nearly half an hour for her lunch to be finished.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, when she turned around and saw that her forehead was covered with sweat and her face was pale, Song Yu felt distressed.

He carried him into the room and put him on the bed: "Is there any way to relieve it? How about we go to the doctor now?"

(End of this chapter)