After the two of them finished their noodles, Gu Qin took the new drawing board and sat on the threshold of Zhong Yue's house, preparing for a new creation.

"You're painting here, I'm going out."

Gu Qin moved his brush and raised his eyes, "Why do you do?"

"Tele someone to buy gasoline."

"Don't worry, the emperor, the eunuch, you are anxious."

When Zhong Yue saw that Gu Qin was as quiet as a normal person when he was painting, he really didn't know how Huang Mingchuan was mixed with her carrying a small leather bag and looking like a little girl next door. Maybe the lively and slightly rebellious girl in front of him was the real Gu Qin.

"Apart from gasoline, you have to buy some vegetables, otherwise what should you eat at night? You still want to eat instant noodles?"

"Okay." Gu Qin raised his hat, "Didn't you say there are other ways to do it?"

"Eat dry."

Gu Qin frowned, "Then go buy vegetables, I'll treat this to you." As he said that, he took out a small leather bag with a unique shape from the cloth bag beside him, "This is one thousand yuan, which is the cost of food and accommodation at your house these days."

Zhong Yue turned around and left, "No need. I'll be back soon."

Gu Qin took out his cell phone and saw more than a dozen missed calls on it. He stuffed them back into his bag, picked up the brush, and continued to create.

Zhong Yue first went to Aunt Pang’s shop and prepared to buy some cigarettes, alcohol and peanuts for Zhang Laifu. At Zhang Laifu’s age, he had no children and his wife left early, so he had no worries. His only hobby might be smoking and drinking. Although smoking is harmful to health, for an old smoker like Uncle Zhang who has been quitting smoking for decades, it would be better to kill him if he had to die.

"Aunt Fat, come one Furong King, and two more bottles of Luzhou Laojiao."

"Oh, Xiaoyue, where are you getting rich?"

"No."

Fat Auntie smiled and said, "You are also sloppy with your Fat Auntie. Who doesn't know if you have learned to make pens with Old Man Zhang? Did you make money by making money from a teacher? I tell you, it's better to make money by craftsmen now, it's better to be like a fool, staying at home all day long. Take cigarettes and alcohol, and money on credit."

Zhong Yue put the money on the table, "No one can make you credit, thank you, Aunt Fat, I'm leaving."

"This kid said he didn't make any money."

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"Master."

"You kid still remember me, my master. I have been running away every few days. What are you busy with when you are blind all day long?"

Zhong Yue saw Zhang Laifu with a stern face and placed the cigarettes and wine on the table.

"Oh, why did you pick up the money?"

"I've paid back Brother Da Guang's money."

Zhang Laifu was stunned, "Is that crappy painting sold?"

"The paintings are not sold, the seals are sold."

"The seal? Is it the one bought for twenty dollars?"

Zhong Yue nodded, filled the old wooden basin with well water, and clamped the rabbit-haired latte that he used to practice before. Now, Zhong Yue has mastered the general process of writing pens, but to make a qualified pen, he still needs to practice more diligently. After all, the master is the one who leads the craftsmanship to practice.

Zhang Laifu looked disbelief, "Come on, what's worth twenty yuan, how much more valuable can you get?"

"160,000."

"Puff, cough cough."

"Drink slowly, don't choke."

Zhang Laifu wiped the wine from his mouth, "How much did you say?"

"160,000."

"Didn't you dream?"

Zhong Yue sat back in front of the water basin and was practicing pen making while chatting, "How could it be? I sold the seal to Xiaozhuanli and gave it to Brother Guang for 10,000 yuan. His father was going to have surgery. Look, you can collect the five thousand here, what if you have something to do?"

Zhong Yue is not an idiot, showing off his wealth everywhere, but Zhang Laifu and Zhou Daguang are the people who sincerely help him, so they naturally have to repay him.

Seeing that Zhong Yue said this really happened, Zhang Laifu was even more shocked, "I don't want the money. I want the money, the person who stepped on one foot into the coffin, so I still want money. The seal that Li Zhangyan passed by Xiaozhuan was directly collected. It seems that he really got a bargain for you."

"The seal of Tianhuang in the Ming Dynasty is also a work by Cheng Sui, the founder of the Anhui school. It was originally worth 100,000 yuan, but he must have 160,000 yuan. I can't help if I don't sell it to him."

"Dode, you're still breathing when you say you're fat. More than 100,000 yuan is enough for you to spend a while. At least you won't have to worry about finding a job when you graduate."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I'm just going to decorate my home and throw it out for 100,000 yuan."

"puff!"

Zhang Laifu squirted out another sip of wine, "You kid, I really think money is so easy to make! One hundred thousand, you're crazy!"

"No crazy."

"You are not crazy... You spend 100,000 yuan like you're wasted. I really think you have too much money."

When Zhong Yue saw Zhang Laifu feeling distressed, he understood that these older generations worked hard to make money all their lives, and they might just want to save some money for their descendants and let them spend money to have a meal outside, which would be a long time to feel distressed.

"Master, my house is in disrepair for a long time, so I will naturally need to be renovated."

"No, this... you can't spend money like this. Wait for a few more years and spend 200,000 or 300,000 yuan to buy a house in the county? You can still pretend to be a fucking repair in this poor valley."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "Why are you going to the county? I think it's very good here, with beautiful mountains and rivers."

"..." Zhang Laifu shook his head and said that he wanted Zhong Yue to take back the renovation money. He didn't know that Zhong Yue was going to reach the mission of primary Yashe.

Seeing that Zhong Yue refused to listen to advice, Zhang Laifu shook his head, "You, all the young men in our village have cut off their shoulders and headed to the county and city over the years. You are so good, but you don't have a bright future. Instead, you are lying in the valley and decorating it. I really don't know if you are stupid or stupid?"

"All have been exposed, is there still anger in the village?" Zhong Yue had heard that in fact, some villages have already had such a situation. The older generation of left-behind villages died, and the entire village has become a shell of ruins. The times are developing, but poverty and backwardness have turned the originally peaceful and peaceful ancient villages into nothing. The war has not taken away life, but has developed into the poison of chronic death in these small villages.

Zhang Laifu lifted the bottle and said, "It's up to you. Then you can't get a wife, like me, you're old and have no relatives, and you don't even have a person to see you off. Then you will cry."

Zhong Yue pursed his lips, "I'll give you a care for the elderly and see you off."

When the wine reached the mouth, Zhang Laifu's eyes suddenly became energetic, he squeezed the bottle tightly with some fluctuations, and let it sip deeply...

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Zhong Yue didn't know that in County Z, there was a huge storm of searching for people, because a piece of calligraphy he left with Li Deming was in full swing.

"How is it? Are you looking at it?"

Zhao Zhimin shook his head, "I didn't call him. He learned lacquer books from an old man in the village, so it's hard to find them."

"The chairman has instructed that you must find this person and don't care how much it costs. Send more people to inquire below."

"I'm afraid it's difficult, why don't you ask the police officer for help?"

"Don't alarm the police in this matter, it's not a case."

Zhao Zhiming was sweating with heat, "You don't say anything to him and don't ask the police for help."

The man in the suit pushed the gold-rimmed glasses frame, "If you think it's strange, then it's strange." After that, he stepped into the car and pulled down the window, "If you have any news, please contact me."

Zhao Zhiming looked at the Rolls-Royce Phantom, drove away slowly in the envious eyes of everyone, and snorted coldly: "Tsk, what are you showing off when you drive someone?"
Chapter completed!