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People who do bad things don't deserve sympathy.
This dream takes the real environment.
The residence is real, the city is real, and the characters are real.
Wang Dachun and Wang Dagen are also real people, but they were starved to death, so she chose their identities.
The firewood that Pei Jiufeng picked up this time was sold for 18 cents.
Shaoyin took out fifteen cents to pay off the debt, and left the other three cents to live.
Pei Jiufeng took the three cents money blankly and didn't say anything.
He couldn't beat Shaoyin.
Moreover, if you run away from home and live alone, there is no place to live.
He looked forward to waking up quickly.
But every morning when open eyes, all see is a dilapidated roof.
When he woke up this morning, he opened his eyes and saw dusty beams and broken spider webs, but he was not angry.
He's used to it.
It's only been half a month, and he's already numb.
Get up and get dressed.
Take a sip of cold water, walk across the yard, and out the gate.
I didn't say hello to Shaoyin.
Too lazy to say hello.
Is it effortless to speak? He wants to save his stamina.
Go out of the house and head out of the city.
He's going to pick up firewood.
As it gets colder, the price of firewood goes up a bit. Originally it could be sold for fifteen cents, but now it can be sold for sixteen or seventeen cents.
He put his hand into his pocket and found a few boiled beans, which he didn't want to eat last night and stored it.
Eat it in your mouth for breakfast.
He didn't wash his face and comb his hair today.
His face was dirty and his eyes were dull, just like everyone else on the street.
However, when passing by the door of a teahouse, heard the voices coming from inside, ears moved, and footsteps gradually stopped.
"This painting is really my favorite. Thank you Brother Li for finding it for me. Please accept the 20 taels of silver as a thank you gift."
"Hahaha, Brother Wang is too polite. I know that Brother Wang loves to paint. When I saw this painting, I thought of Brother Wang."
"If I encounter such a good painting in the future, please let Brother Li tell me, I must be very grateful."
painting?
Twenty taels of silver?
Pei Jiufeng's footsteps were nailed to the ground, and she couldn't move.
He walked to the window, opened a gap, and looked inside.
I saw two well-dressed middle-aged men unfolding a drawing of a horse and commenting with admiration.
Horse drawing? He also draws.
Pei Jiufeng was thoughtful.
Immediately, his brows furrowed.
In Qingxian, food is expensive and everything else is cheap.
But pen, ink, paper and inkstone are not among them. He is penniless, how can he get pen, ink, paper and inkstone?
After all, not wanting to miss the opportunity, he entered the teahouse and walked straight to the table of two middle-aged men, his chest raised: "You two, I'm good at painting."
Wang and Li frowned when they saw a dirty child walking in front of them.
Worried about contaminating the painting, immediately rolled it up and put it away.
"Go go go, where's the troublemaker, go away!"
Pei Jiufeng raised his chin and said arrogantly: "I am a son of the Zhou clan in Yanzhou. I have been living here for some reason and I am raising money to go home. Because of the strict teaching in my family, I have been involved in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The horses that the two admired. , draws better than him!"
His words did not sound like an ordinary child.
Hearing the words, Wang and Li looked at each other and said, "What if the painting is not as good as him?"
"If I draw better than him, the two of you will give me fifty taels of silver. If I can't draw as well as him, the two of you will only pay me twenty taels for the pen fee." Pei Jiufeng replied.
Wang Li and the two became interested when they heard the words.
"Okay, you come with us."
There are elegant rooms in the teahouse, in which pen, ink, paper and inkstone are placed.
Pei Jiufeng followed them in, her eyes fell on the desserts on the table, she swallowed, and said lightly, "I'll fill my stomach first."
Wang Li and Li stroked their beards and smiled: "Boy, if you can't draw it, then you will spit out the dessert you eat."
"You can draw it naturally!" Pei Jiufeng said displeased.
He ate a plate of dim sum and drank half a pot of tea, and finally felt that he had eaten a meal.
Only then did clean hands, lay out the paper, grind the ink, and pick up the pen.
Wang and Li were standing behind him, and they couldn't help but be surprised when the poor and sour boy picked up the pen and his demeanor changed.
Looking at his writing, he was quite good, and he knew that he had hit a treasure.
An hour later, Pei Jiufeng wrote.
A more magnificent, imposing, and lifelike horse map was completed.
"Look, you two." He put down his pen and walked to the side to stand.
Wang and Li came to the front of the painting, their eyes bright!
"Good, good, good!"
The two said hello three times in a row.
Then he was full of praise for this painting.
Pei Jiufeng waited for a quarter of an hour, but when they didn't see them, they turned to look at him, and frowned: "Since you two think this painting is good, then the silver...?"
Wang Li and the two seemed to think of him.
Turning around, he asked in surprise, "Why are you still here?"
Pei Jiufeng was stunned for a moment, and said, "The two of you still owe me the money for writing."
He didn't particularly expect the two to give him fifty taels. He is just a child, helpless, who would be stupid enough to give him fifty taels?
But two taels of silver is not bad!
Enough to eat and drink this month!
"Little friend is joking, why don't we understand what the writing fee is?" Wang and Li smiled and stroked their beards, "This teahouse is not the place you should come, so leave quickly."
Pei Jiufeng was furious: "You can't talk!"
"Go, go, don't quarrel with us looking at the painting." The two of them went up in complete anxiety, and waved their sleeves to drive him away.
How can Pei Jiufeng be someone who is willing to suffer? Even if he tore up the painting, he wouldn't leave it to them!