Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 330
During the New Year's Eve dinner in the temple, only the Zhou family men and Shao Zhen got drunk in the end, and even the old Miao Zhu was just tipsy.

A man in his 30s from the Zhou family burst into tears at the dinner table.

"My son's life was saved here, and our family doesn't know how to repay it. There are floods and droughts every year, and our elders have all left their homes and become homeless. How can we repay this kindness? Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"It's okay, it's okay. If the child is okay, there is hope for everything."

Lao Miao Zhu patted the man from the Zhou family on the shoulder, and couldn't help but look at Shao Zhen, whose face was red from drinking.

"I'm sorry for you, it's me."

Yi Shuyuan stood aside with a smile and gently fanned. He glanced at Qi Zhongbin and then looked at Chen Han, seeing that she was somewhat at a loss for a man crying suddenly.

"Brother Zhou, don't be like this, we don't ask you for anything in return."

While shaking the fan, Yi Shuyuan tapped the table with his fingers, first with his index finger, and then with all four fingers, tapping very rhythmically, as if he was feeling a song alone.

The man of the Zhou family undoubtedly drank too much, but people who drink too much may not be unconscious. At this moment, they are just expressing their grief through alcohol, and at the same time, they are also implicitly expressing that the family cannot afford some expenses and longs for sympathy.

It can be regarded as a small "scheming".

Of course, compared to many people who use drunkenness as an excuse to do ugly things that they usually want to do but dare not do, the men of the Zhou family feel helpless at the moment.

In the room on the other side, the mother and son, who had already finished dinner, were nestled in the quilt. The child who was sleeping next to his mother woke up at this time. He looked up at his mother and found that the latter had his eyes open and was in a daze.

"Mom, dad seems to be crying."

"On New Year's Eve, Dad drank too much."

It was only separated by a wall, and the movement at the banquet could be clearly heard nearby.

Qi Zhongbin was drinking by himself. There was a sparkle in his eyes, and he didn't know if it was reflected by the lights and the wine in the glass. The spiciness of the shoulder-to-shoulder wine was okay before, but now that he has achieved immortality, he felt that it was not good when he drank the wine. Interesting.

"The spiciness in wine is not unavoidable, and the body can be transformed into feelings at will."

As Yi Shuyuan spoke, he stopped the movement of his fingertips, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. The alcoholic power of the shoulder wine in his mouth was as strong as that of ordinary people, maybe even stronger.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan seemed to be immersed in the wine table, and couldn't help but recall the vague memories.

"It is said that on that day and six years ago, there was a family named Yi in a corner of Cangnan. The eldest son of the family had been ill for many years. The locals laughed at him for being stupid, but they didn't know that maybe the stupid son was dreaming of a foreign land."

Without touching his feet to wake himself up, without any prior gesture, Yi Shuyuan just spoke leisurely at the table and talked about books.

This voice was calm and heavy, and it naturally disturbed the attention of everyone present. The content of the story was none other than Yi Shuyuan himself back then.

The memory of madness is now extremely clear. What happened in the past is nothing to Yi Shuyuan. It is only painful that his parents worked hard and suffered from depression.
The story touches people's hearts, and the storyteller is even more emotional. With just one mouth, he can interpret the joys and sorrows of decades ago. However, for the parents, the ending is not ideal.

Outside the house, Hui Mian had already sat on top of the big snake.

The pair of snake and mink, who were originally natural enemies, are now sharing delicacies such as roasted goose, duck in sauce, snacks and preserved fruits, and they are also listening to the cries and storytellers in the room.

Of course, such a small amount of food is not enough for the big snake to fill its stomach, but it tastes delicious, just like eating melon seeds. There is not much food, but it is very tasty if you keep eating it.

These things are actually nothing to Hui Mian, it is also a taste.

"Human, everyone wants to do it, but no matter how small or weak, the world of good, evil, beauty and ugliness is actually not that simple!"

Hui Mian's words can be regarded as pointing out the mood of the snake. At this moment, it seems to understand some people's hearts better than before.

"What's your name?"

Hui Mian asked, and the big snake swallowed the sauced duck that had been sucked into minced meat with its bones in its mouth, and responded in a low voice.

"I'm calling the head of the house. After the transformation, maybe I'll give it a better name. I also have a younger sister named Yu Xinmei!"

"It's a pretty good name. No need to repeat it. Your sister is a fish, right?"

"Ok!"
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Early the next morning, the Zhenjun Temple was like a war. Even before dawn, many pilgrims had already arrived.

These people are all here to compete for the first incense stick on the first day of junior high school. This is the first incense stick to be put on in the new year for the true emperor, who said that the true emperor will definitely take special care of him.

But obviously the Holy Lord Xian Sheng himself is not aware of this kind of thing, but the saying about the top incense in various temples has been around since ancient times, and there are many reasons for it. However, if worshiping gods depends entirely on this formalism, it will not be virtuous. This is what ghosts and gods say.

Yi Shuyuan was still lying in bed in the room where the bed was made, and the fight for the first fragrance came to an end.

Early in the morning, Shao Zhen had already set up a square table in the backyard of the temple and set up the Four Treasures of the Study. Apart from occasionally glancing at Chen Han who occasionally showed up in the midst of his busy schedule, he really kept writing with the help of his memory and feeling in his heart. .

When Yi Shuyuan got up, there were already many people around the back area, many of whom looked like Confucian scholars.

Zhenjunshou Temple is also considered a landmark building in Dengzhou. It is natural to come here to offer incense, but there are also many people visiting it.

And because of Chen Han's unique temple blessing, he usually attracts a lot of literati, merchants and wealthy households. Yesterday was purely a matter of timing.

The location behind the temple facing the Datong River is a place where many people like to stay, and there are often people writing and writing here.

At this moment, because Shao Zhen is painting here, it naturally attracts many people to come and see it.

"Oh, I didn't realize it just now, but now it's starting to take shape!" "This dear friend's painting techniques are quite systematic!"

"Not bad, I think he is painting pictures of ladies!"

"No, no, this is a picture of a goddess painted in a temple!"

A group of Confucian scholars were commenting there, but Shao Zhen was not affected at all. He wrote little by little, carved little by little, and even opened the trunk, took out some boxes, and occasionally ground some ore-like materials to melt them like ink. Out of colors such as green, red and blue
Seeing this, many knowledgeable scribes understood that this painting was not done casually. "If this dear friend's painting today is completed, are you willing to part ways with me?"

Painting seriously is actually very expensive. Just looking at the materials Shao Zhen used, some of them are quite valuable to ordinary people.

"Of course it's possible. As long as today's painting is completed, I won't keep it to myself!"

Shao Zhen answered while drawing. There were many large and small pens placed on the pen holder. He was writing on the paper very quickly, as if he was not just creating, but more like quickly drawing a painting that he had copied countless times.

Gradually, the originally graceful outline on the paper became clearer and clearer, and the commenting voices around her gradually changed from high-pitched talk to low-pitched discussion.

Many people have noticed that this painter's painting skills are very good. Now the paintings are becoming more and more delicate, and some people are afraid of disturbing others.

The background of the scroll is Datong River, which does not show the scene of Zhenjun Temple. The woman in the painting is obviously standing by the river. Although there is no Zhenjun Temple, the outline of the temple is reflected in the river.
Yi Shuyuan was originally just watching from a distance, but now he had unknowingly moved closer to the crowd.

How long it takes to paint a painting often depends entirely on the artist's performance. Like today, Shao Zhen already had something in his mind. Coupled with the excitement last night, the painting was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the woman in the painting jumped out of the paper.

It is not the simple clothes Chen Han wears on weekdays, but a feather coat, and there are even scattered feathers on the hem and sleeves that are almost floor-length.
The temple was so busy today that Chen Han had no time to pay attention, but the Zhou family, Lao Miao Zhu, and even Qi Zhongbin were all helping.

But the scribes gathered there gradually became very quiet, which inevitably aroused curiosity.

Unknowingly, whether they are ordinary pilgrims or people in the temple, they will look over there when passing nearby.

From the moment of dawn in the early morning, Shao Zhen continued to write the painting except when polishing the color and ink. By noon, the painting was almost complete.

Many scribes kept waiting nearby and refused to leave the temple, and they had no intention of going to have lunch.

"It looks like the painting is about to be finished!" "Void"

"Don't make noise."

There were 30 to [-] people gathered here, and many of them had sensed something, but they didn't say anything, watching Shao Zhen solemnly dipped his ink and brush again, and finally painted his lips and eyes on the woman's face in the painting!
When the last bit fell, in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the whole painting seemed to have its own aura, which made his eyes light up.

"Hoo!"

Shao Zhen let out a long sigh of relief, indicating that the painting was completed. What appeared on the paper was Chen Han, who was as airy as a fairy and like a goddess descending to earth.
"It's really Chen Miaozhu!" "His, this painting is amazing!"

"Like a dream, like dew staining the morning light!" "Let me see it too."

Shao Zhen held the pen and looked at the scroll with a smile on his face. His expression was [-]% satisfied and [-]% satisfied. It was considered a painting!
"Brother, you just said you were willing to sell this painting, right? Don't go back on it!"

"Shao naturally keeps his word, this painting is for sale!"

Hearing this, the Confucian scholar who just spoke showed joy and immediately spoke again.

"That's great. I'll pay you two taels of silver and I want this painting!"

"Xiaoxiongtai, I'm ashamed to give you two taels of silver. The paints used by this painter are all very valuable. I would like to give ten taels of silver for this painting!"

Twelve taels is not a small amount, it is equivalent to shutting up many people around at once, not to say that the painting is not worth the money, but that such a large amount of money needs to be weighed by oneself.

But obviously there are more than one or two people here who are not short of money and know the goods, and many of them already admire Chen Han, so they are bound to get this painting.

"Twelve taels!" "I want 12 taels, and I have cash with me!"

"Why are you such a philistine? This painting is a wonderful work of art. The flowers are lifelike. The style and charm coexist. The water color and the sky light shine together. How can it be said to be stinky? Brother Shao, if you are willing to part with me, I will go home and get an authentic painting by Fu Liang. How about in exchange?”

"Hiss, are you really willing?" "Who knows, if he says it's real, it's real?"

A group of people started to quarrel over the painting. Obviously everyone wanted to get it. Yi Shuyuan looked at the scroll on the table carefully and couldn't help but nodded slightly.

The movement here also attracted Chen Han who was busy here. Many people felt a little guilty when they saw her coming, but they all greeted her with smiles.

After all, it is the temple blessing of Zhenjun Temple, so respect is still required on weekdays, and it is impossible to say frivolous words casually.

"Mr. Shao's painting is done? Is it me who paints it?"

Shao Zhen admitted it generously.

"It's indeed Miss Chen!"

Chen Han walked through the crowd and came to the table. The first time he saw the painting, his eyes widened slightly, and the pupils in his eyes couldn't help but expand.

Under the influence of Qi, Chen Han approached the painting step by step. The painting was of interest and the rhyme of the painting was even vaguely beyond her current state, making her forget to breathe.
"Mr. Shao, since the painting is of me, am I more qualified to get it than everyone else?"

There is no such thing as portrait rights in Dayong law, but Chen Han's words are also consistent with common sense, and Shao Zhen cannot disagree.

"Indeed!"

Chen Han smiled, as if the person in the painting had walked out of the painting, making the scribes around him look forward to it.

"Okay, I want this painting, and I'll pay you ten taels of gold!"

So proud!Yi Shuyuan praised silently in his heart, but suddenly realized that he seemed unable to get the golden treasuries.

Shao Zhen immediately agreed without waiting for what the other scribes said.

"Okay, this painting will be sold to the girl!"

Shao Zhen knew how to paint naturally, and once this painting was completed, his status in his heart was not low. To be more conceited, he could say that he was worthy of ten taels of gold.

(End of this chapter)