The days when I fished in Daming

"Oh, there is no way, the place is a little small, it will be fine after a while."

What Zhu Jingjing wanted to hear was not this, but to hear an apology and make some corrections.

As a result, Zheng Xiong didn't mean to apologize at all here, which made people very upset.

"Don't you think you should keep your voice down?"

Spreading his hands, Zheng Xiong said innocently.

"It's okay! It's also my fault for the wonderful explanation that made them too excited."

"However, as far as the love is concerned, it is impossible to say that they are not."

"Princess, please be considerate."

This is over, a bit shameless!
Zhu Jingjing was still young, so she couldn't be overwhelmed by Zheng Xiong's narcissistic words.

Xingshi didn't know where to start when asking about the crime.

It took a long time to murmur.

"Yi Hou is in charge of Yingtian Mansion, and he has a lot of business to do, so why is he so leisurely, come here to teach?"

"Officials govern people, and this Marquis governs officials. Why bother to deal with major and minor matters! That's too tiring, and it doesn't conform to my way of being an official."

Zheng Xiong's words made Zhu Jingjing a little distracted, thinking of her father's busy work all day long, she couldn't help asking.

"Where does the magistrate start? Aren't you teaching?"

"What's the matter with the magistrates? Just divide the affairs and let them do it. It's not necessarily better if I have me, and it doesn't necessarily mean that I can't do well without me. The final assessment is. As for teaching, I write and draw in my spare time. Painting cultivates sentiment, and teaching can better see one's own foundation."

It's a bit subversive. The officials I met, none of them are like Zheng Xiong, and none of them are busy, as if they have endless work.

Zheng Xiong is like this, it is really an outlier.

After Zhu Jingjing was speechless, he didn't entangle Zheng Xiong on this issue, but asked another question.

"Oh, so the Yihou's attainments in painting are also very high!"

Zheng Xiong chuckled, quite modestly.

"It's not too high, it's only two or three floors high!"

What the hell, inexplicable.

"That's high! I wonder if I'm lucky enough to see Yihou's paintings?"

"Well, I just drew a few pictures. If the princess is interested, you can come and have a look, please."

Zhu Jingjing followed Zheng Xiong to the blackboard.

Zheng Xiong picked up several sketches that he had drawn and handed them to Zhu Jingjing to watch.

Ordinary, with only a few features left.

I am used to seeing paintings by famous artists, but I am not too impressed with Zheng Xiong's paintings.

After a casual glance, Zhu Jingjing handed the painting to the girls.

Some people appreciate it, and most of them are like Zhu Jingjing, well-informed, and they don't feel that they are brilliant.

"Could the Marquis Yi give us a hand? These paintings may not represent the level of Marquis Yi!"

Something's wrong, it's a bit like setting myself up, I'm afraid I don't want to see myself make a fool of myself in this step by step!
"Then the Hou made a fool of himself."

After a few swipes, a painting is born at an extremely fast speed.

Zhu Jingjing looked intently.

The chicken outlined by lines, combined with a few black dots, and the large characters of "Chicken Pecking at Rice" made Zhu Jingjing break his defense instantly, with veins popping out of his face.

"Is the doctor making fun of this princess?"

"Don't dare. The highlight of this painting is that it is different. The princess is a trustworthy minister. Bring it back to ensure that it will be worth a lot in a hundred years."

How can I believe it? After a hundred years, I don’t care whether I’m here or not. How can I prove it? It’s obvious to amuse myself!
Just when he was about to get angry, Zheng Xiong observed the words and expressions, and spoke first.

"Doesn't the princess believe it?"

Zhu Jing turned his head angrily, expressing his intentions with actions.

"Add this!"

I saw Zheng Xiong took a brush from the side and wrote a poem on the picture of the chicken pecking rice, then took out the seal and stamped it down with a swipe.

After Zheng Xiong finished everything, the chicken was still the same chicken, but the painting was not so monotonous.

With the addition of poems, it seems to have a little meaning.

"There is no need to cut the red crown on the head, and the whole body is white. I will walk into the future. I dare not speak lightly in my life, and it will open thousands of doors."

Zhu Jingjing groaned unconsciously, savoring carefully.

Poetry is good poetry, but with the picture of chicken pecking rice, how to maintain peace.

It's like a piece of mouse droppings, but if you insist on cooking a pot of soup on it, it's useless.

"Princess, what do you think? Will it be worth money in the future?"

No matter how you look at it, it is better not to look at it with your eyes closed.

"Is the poem written by Yi Hou?"

"Of course."

Resisting the urge to hit someone, Zhu Jingjing held his breath and let go of his little hand.

"The poem is not bad, it is worth platinum, this painting! Hehe, forgive me for not being flattering my princess."

It doesn't matter, anyway, in your old Zhu's family, there are not many good people, and I am still angry!

"It's a game, it can't be regarded as real. If the princess likes it, I will draw a few more pictures for the princess."

"No, the kindness of the doctor is appreciated, I don't want the painting to stain my eyes."

Facing Zhu Jingjing's righteous rejection, Zheng Xiong was not discouraged, but continued to speak.

"The level of the minister is more than that, the princess should not be superficial."

"Can't you still see those paintings?"

Zhu Jingjing couldn't hold back, and looked at those sketches again.

After being shaken by the picture of chicken pecking rice, looking at the sketch again, it seems a bit interesting.

Zhu Jingjing nodded unconsciously, which was regarded as approval.

"It's okay ~ uh."

Suddenly, as if reacting, Zhu Jingjing finally couldn't hold back.

He raised his small hand and patted the desk.

But he didn't say anything, just stared at Zheng Xiong with cold eyes.

Seeing that Zhu Jingjing was really angered, Zheng Xiong immediately restrained himself.

Feeling guilty, he looked directly around, not daring to look at Zhu Jingjing.

The people in the arena were also startled by the voice. Seeing that the princess was angry, they immediately lowered their heads, for fear of being angered.

The atmosphere was awkward, but fortunately Zheng Xiong had a thick skin.

Zhu Jingjing was the first to lose.

A sinister smile, it's a smile!Zhu Jingjing seemed to have figured it out.

"Since the doctor is teaching, I don't know if I can wait for the little girl to listen and learn a thing or two."

Zhu Jingjing was a princess after all, and Zheng Xiong didn't dare to bully others too much. Seeing that there were steps to go down, he agreed.

"If the princess wants to learn, the minister will definitely teach you everything, and dare not keep it private."

"Okay, then it's settled."

In the next few days, Zhu Jingjing brought this group of girls to listen in every day.

And the news that the princess also came to learn painting came out, and a group of girls were either rich or expensive.

Unknowingly, Zheng Xiong originally had no restrictions on men and women in recruiting, but it was just that in this era, there were not many girls who came to sign up.

Now with Zhu Jingjing as a role model, the situation is completely different.

Some girls, regardless of their psychology, have already accepted it and come to the government office to sign up.

As time went by, more and more people came to see the government office.

Men and women match, work is not tired.

Zheng Xiong's teaching is not so boring, and the young man is more motivated to study.

In this way, half a month has passed.

At this time, Zheng Xiong didn't have much in stock.

After learning well, let them practice portraits by themselves.

The newcomer, Zheng Xiong, handed over all of the previous people, and became the hands-off shopkeeper.

(End of this chapter)