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Below a hillside, a large pit was dug downwards and down the stairs of the soil, there was a door-like thing tied with a few firewood, and there was a hole next to it, supporting several wooden strips. It seemed that it should be a window, but there was not even a window paper.

When Qiu Ming entered the village, he knew that this place should be similar to northern Shaanxi, and everyone lived in caves. But he didn't expect that the caves at Ma Liang's house looked like this, and they didn't seem much better than caves.

The sky is already dark, and this pit should be the yard, but when you stand here, it feels a little dark. When you open the door, it is even darker inside, and you can only see people blurredly, but you never have to worry about touching anything, because there is no furniture at home, and there is not even a table!

"Brother Qiu, this is my home. If you are not used to it, I will take you to Uncle Zhao's house for one night, and others will be very good."

"It's okay, I'm living here. Look, I bought candles, let's have a meal."

Qiu Ming looked at it and found that there was only a small water jug ​​at home, and it was a water-deficient place. It was definitely impossible for him to wash the dust on his body first. There was no well in the yard.

Qiu Ming turned around, turned his back to Ma Liang, waved his hand, and the lighter appeared in his hand, lit the candle, and put away the lighter.

"Brother Qiu, don't need to light wax, we'll eat it in the yard." How expensive candles are, you can only buy two copper plates.

Ma Liang took out a cloth bag from his arms, which contained four bran cakes: "Brother Qiu, I'll give you bran cakes."

Qiu Ming was stunned for a moment, took it and took it, and it felt like he had eaten the old garlic shoot. No matter how much he chewed it, it seemed that it couldn't be chewed. The taste was even bitter and very choked, but he swallowed it.

Seeing Qiu Ming eating bran cakes in big mouthfuls, Ma Liang smiled and thought that such rich people couldn't get used to their food.

"Ma Liang, I bought some food too, let's eat together." Qiu Ming opened the oil paper in a box, which contained braised beef, roast chicken and a few white steamed buns.

Ma Liang smelled the meat and actually wanted to eat it, but he still shook his head: "No, Brother Qiu, you eat it yourself, I'll be full if I eat bran cakes."

"I ate your bran cake, how can you eat enough? If you give me what I eat, my food should be distributed to you. Come quickly, if you don't eat this, it may break tomorrow." Qiu Ming pulled down a chicken leg without saying a word and stuffed it into Ma Liang's hand.

He found that Ma Liang had eaten one bran cake, and the other one was obviously put up, and planned to eat it tomorrow morning. Moreover, when he bought steamed buns, he also inquired about this kind of bran cake, one copper plate and the other, which was very hungry, but the taste was too bad.

Ma Liang only sold four copper coins with a load of firewood, and he was willing to give it to Qiu Ming two. This child is really popular.

Ma Liang then ate with Qiu Ming. The two of them finished all the meat, left a few steamed buns, and wrapped them in paper and put them in place. However, Qiu Ming found that Ma Liang spread the paper wrapped in meat flatly and smoothed every crease on it.

After dinner, Qiu Mingcai looked at the house carefully. A lot of soil on the walls had already fallen off, and some scratches could be seen clearly.

Hey, is this a sheep?

Qiu Ming looked at some scratches carefully. Although the wall was painted in a mess by branches and carbon strips, the sheep was seen at a glance. The painting was very vivid.

He can draw so well with branches. If he uses a pen to draw on paper, then the masters Qiu Ming has seen will be reluctant to give him a chance.

"Brother Qiu, if you are tired, take a break first. I have to draw for a while."

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy, you draw, I'll see how you draw."

Ma Liang found a carbon strip from the ground and placed the flat oil paper on the kang. In the blink of an eye, he drew a horse. Qiu Ming seemed to feel the horse neighing and galloping past him, which seemed to be more immersive than the photos he had seen.

Qiu Ming scratched his chin and before leaving, he should have made some rice paper and let Ma Liang draw a few paintings away. With this magical painter, he might be able to get it to the real world at a sky-high price.

"Brother Qiu, how did I draw?" Ma Liang looked at Qiu Ming. He had finished drawing. Why didn't Brother Qiu look at him? Is he drawing too badly?

Qiu Ming came to his senses: "You painted very well. I have never seen such a good painter. Okay, there is still a long piece of candle. You draw a while longer and I will recite the book for a while. If you are sleepy, go to bed first. I am used to sitting and sleeping. This quilt is yours, so you are not allowed to refuse. I will wait for you to find someone to buy a house tomorrow."

Ma Liang started painting on the wall with branches, while Qiu Ming sat cross-legged on the kang and began to recite the "Shangqing Dadong Jing" silently.

The candle slowly went out, and with the last bit of light, he immediately climbed onto the kang. He looked at Qiu Ming. Some people were used to sitting and sleeping. But he saw Qiu Ming's lips kept moving, as if he was muttering something. Is this still memorizing? Brother Qiu is so diligent. I also have to practice painting hard and become the best painter!

In the early morning, Qiu Ming opened his eyes and the room was still dark. He gently got off the kang and walked out of the cave. The horizon outside was already shining.

Climbing to the top of the cave, Qiu Ming shook his hand, took out a mat, sat down cross-legged, and began to practice the family-born martial arts.

When the sun emerged from the horizon, a faint purple aura penetrated into Qiu Ming's body and merged into Qiu Ming's power. Now Qiu Ming can run the qi training techniques that are passed down from family for five consecutive times, much stronger than before.

It seems that it is still in the world of cartoons, and it is more suitable for cultivation. This is not a famous mountain or river, and it can still absorb a trace of purple aura.

Ma Liang woke up in a daze. Every day he got up at this time, went out to chop wood or mow grass, and sold it to the city. Why is Brother Qiu not here?

Ma Liang hurried out of the cave and saw Qiu Ming who was walking down slowly: "Brother Qiu, what did you do so early?"

"I'm used to getting up early to memorize the book. Now I've finished memorizing it. Why are you doing so early to get up? Didn't you agree to help me find someone to buy a house today?"

"I'm used to it too. Many people in our village get up at dawn. Brother Qiu, please take a break first, I'll pick up some water."

Qiu Ming looked at the earthen walls in the yard, and there were traces of drawings made of branches, including the ground, including cattle and sheep, tables and chairs. It was probably because Ma Liang had seen anything and would come back to draw them. Just talking about diligence, no matter how many people were, they could not compare to Ma Liang.

After picking up some water, Qiu Ming took a look and found it was very turbid and there was a lot of sand inside. But like Ma Liang, he washed his face with this water and wiped it dry with his sleeves.

It just so happened that a family in the village wanted to move out, so the cave was sold to Qiu Ming. It only cost ten taels of silver and there were still three large caves, which was only more than one hundred meters away from Ma Liang's family.

Qiu Ming paid the money very happily and told Ma Liang that he would let Ma Liang come here in the future.
Chapter completed!